Chapter 6308

"Hahaha, it's so funny. I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such a shameless person!" Zhao Xiang suddenly laughed exaggeratedly.

Luo Qingrou was also a little excited. She didn't expect Luo Qingqing to be so suicidal and dared to say that she was the best painter!

Everyone here knows that Liu Xiang is very talented in painting. No one among the noble ladies in Kyoto can compare with her.

"Do you want to make a bet?" Ping An raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Xiang.

"This is what you want to bet. Okay, if you lose, kowtow to me and admit your mistake immediately!" Zhao Xiang felt that his face was finally restored.

"What if you lose?"

"How can I lose?" Zhao Xiang immediately put away the fan, but seeing the little girl's insistence, he said, "If I lose, I will kowtow to you and admit my mistake, and call you my aunt, okay?"

"Then let's get started! But I'll state first that I only use the tools I brought! However, what is the standard for commenting on this painting?"

"Whoever draws the most likeness wins." Liu Xiang was the host, so he came out to explain.

"Okay, in that case, I don't think it's interesting to paint these landscapes. Why don't we paint figures? How about everyone repainting a new one?" Ping An smiled and looked at everyone.

"We've all painted almost the same. It's not fair to repaint it." Someone was unhappy.

"Since it's about whether the painting is likeness or not, I think the figures are the best. What do you think, Miss Liu?"

"In that case, let's repaint it. Anyway, our flower-viewing banquet has only started for a short time."

Liu Xiang was very curious about what Luo Qingqing was capable of. She was so calm and dared to bet with Zhao Xiang!

You know, if she loses today, she will become the laughing stock of the whole capital.

Liu Xiang is a painter, so she naturally knows that figures are the most difficult to draw. It is not difficult to draw likenesses, but it is really difficult to convey the spirit.

Liu Xiang has spoken, and others can't say anything. They can only agree. The maids prepare the paper again, and Ping An asks Shui'er to take out the tools she brought.

Everyone looked at her curiously, and Ping An said, "Eighth Prince, why don't you be a model for us? How about drawing you?"

Meng Huo coughed lightly, hesitated for a while and nodded.

So Meng Huo sat on a chair, and everyone started to draw.

Since Ping An planned to vent his anger for Luo Qingqing, he naturally had to prepare in advance, so she brought some homemade paints.

Everyone started to draw, and time passed by minute by minute. Meng Huo sat there, looking into the distance, as if he was looking at something, but it seemed that he was not looking at anything.

Meng Kai also sat down and waited for the result.

Zhao Xiang pouted, looking very disdainful, and very excited in his heart, waiting to see how this girl died!

After about two incense sticks of time, everyone had finished their paintings, including Ping An. Luo Zhijin and Shui'er, who were standing behind her, were stunned, and their hearts were full of wonder.

"Everyone has finished their paintings, right? Let's turn it around and let everyone see it." Liu Xiang also put down the brush in her hand and let out a long sigh.

She was still very satisfied with her painting.

The maids took action and turned the painting around. When everyone saw Liu Xiang's painting, they nodded in appreciation, thinking that her painting was very vivid, and it seemed that she was the first.