0p0 Chapter 157 Step on You
Chapter 157 Step on You
On the second day, the objects of comparison were calligraphy, painting, poetry and couplets.
Mingyue wasn't particularly interested in the morning's calligraphy and painting, so she stayed up until noon. After all, her handwriting was pretty good... awful.
When she arrived late and was about to sit down quietly, she was caught by the Dongyi people.
At this time, Mingyue was neither standing nor sitting.
"I heard that your country's little princess is both virtuous and talented, versatile, and good at singing and dancing. I wonder if she can compete with me in painting skills?" He said confidently.
Rumors! Rumors! They are all rumors!
Mingyue got angry when she saw his expression. Wasn't he doing this on purpose? He knew that I had no talent, yet he was waiting here!
She raised her head, her wet deer eyes gazing at everyone present, and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, everyone. I can't read, draw, let alone sing or dance. I'm just a spoiled brat, woo woo woo."
Seeing the Dongyi man's smile becoming more and more exaggerated, Mingyue looked even more pitiful, with a hint of tears in her voice, "But... since the Dongyi uncle said so, I have no choice but to follow the rules."
"It's okay! We support you, little princess!"
"Little Princess, it's okay, it's just a game."
"Don't cry, we won't blame you!"
"If you want to blame it, it's the Dongyi people who are cunning. They always target children. The little princess is only six years old. What can six years old do?"
The Dongyi man didn't gain any advantage in the argument, and was even called old by Mingyue. He had originally planned that if the Princess of Dazhou refused, he could use this opportunity to mock Dazhou for breaking its promise. If she agreed to fight, what would happen to her, a mere girl?
So, he leaned on the table with an expression as if he was watching a show, waiting for Mingyue's next move.
"As the princess of the Great Zhou, I naturally cannot retreat! I should also try my best!" The little milk dumpling said the most domineering words in the most childish voice.
Everyone below smiled like an auntie, "Don't worry, little princess, we'll support you from behind!"
Some young adults shook their heads. They were Mingyue's first generation of brother fans. Even if others didn't know their sister's abilities, they themselves didn't know it.
Sitting peacefully in my seat, I watched the humble and low-key little Dumpling on the stage, who was painting something seriously with a special paintbrush, his brows sometimes furrowed, and sometimes he covered his mouth with his hands and smiled.
On the other side, the Dongyi man with a dead face was also painting.
Soon, a stick of incense burned out and the two men put down their pens.
The Dongyi man seemed determined to win. He extended his hand, inviting Mingyue to demonstrate first. "Princess of the Great Zhou, will you go first?"
Mingyue was hesitant, not wanting to show off, which deeply pleased him, so he took the lead and said, "How about I go first?"
Mingyue nodded and said, "You go first, my painting is terrible."
He painted a lady in kimono. Looking closely, the woman in the painting was somewhat similar to Yuan Tianzhen.
Mingyue didn't miss the vicious look in his eyes; it was intentional. On such a grand occasion, he actually insulted his country's queen with such a painting.
Scholars can bear it, what can't bear it.
I can tolerate a gentleman, but I cannot tolerate a villain!
Mingyue held the paint in her hand and took the initiative before the palace maids passed it around. "Oh, sorry, I was just trying to put it away, but I didn't expect it to spill here. I'm so sorry."
Seeing that the Dongyi man was about to explode, Mingyue raised his hand to slap him, and then he pressed on, "Uncle, you won't blame me, will you? Can you please stop hitting me? Woo woo woo, it hurts."
The others, especially Zhao Yunshan's colleagues, who were unaware of the truth, immediately stood up and said, "You little Dongyi, what do you want? Are you going to resort to violence?"
"This is our Great Zhou's golden nugget! Do you dare to touch her?"
His raised hand froze in mid-air, then slowly moved to his head, looking nonchalant. In fact, beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. "Ah, what happened?"
"Uncle, I accidentally stained your painting just now. Are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Yeah, I'm glad you're okay. Your painting skills are obvious to everyone anyway." Mingyue pouted stubbornly, trying not to let the tears fall.
The Dongyi envoy gnashed his teeth in anger, yet spoke with a certain gloating satisfaction, "May I see your paintings, young princess?"
Mingyue was just waiting for these words. She put her fists on her chest, as if mustering up her courage, "Okay, but, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, please don't laugh at me~"
Everyone was dazzled by her cute appearance, and no one cared whether her painting was good or not.
The next moment, an extremely realistic painting unfolded before my eyes.
They originally thought it was just a child's graffiti, and they had even thought of what to praise later, but... the scene before them far exceeded their imagination.
This was a huge scroll. Everyone looked at it from left to right, and it seemed very familiar. Someone was surprised and said, "Isn't the content painted on it the hall at this moment?"
"Yeah, but I've never seen this style of painting before."
"But it really is, as if the scene were recreated! Could this... be a divine skill?"
"Could it be that our little princess is really a deity sent from heaven?"
When some people praise you and some people appreciate you, naturally some people will be defeated.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"She's only six! How could she possibly draw something like that?"
"She's clearly at an age where she can't even hold a pen, how can she draw?"
"You, the Great Zhou, can't afford to play, cheat!"
Jiang Hetang shouted angrily, "Shut up! I painted this in front of you. Now you're not convinced?"
"You guys chose the people yourself, so why are you so dissatisfied?"
"Or, you chose Princess Mingzhu as your opponent not because she is both virtuous and talented, but simply because she is a child who can't draw?"
The Dongyi people fell silent instantly, having forgotten whose territory they were on or what occasion they were in. They could only stare at the bright moon in silence.
But she wasn't afraid at all, and displayed everything on her desk one by one, "This is a paperweight, these are some charcoal pencils, nothing else."
"If you think I'm cheating, you can draw something for me."
"Why don't I draw this uncle for you here?"
Without waiting for anyone to react, Mingyue threw a piece of white paper to the ground and even stepped on it with a playful look. Then, she lay on the ground and started drawing, the charcoal pencil moving in her small hands.
Many people gathered around, and when they saw that the emperor did not stop them, others also rushed forward.
In just a moment, a male portrait appeared on the stepped-on paper. Whether intentional or not, the footprint faintly appeared on the face of the Dongyi envoy.