But no matter how beautiful the dance is, it will end.

When the lights illuminated the square again, Tang Xin'er stopped in the middle of the stage, and warm applause suddenly sounded around her.

"Reward", "Reward", "Reward"... is endless.

Even Wang Fang couldn't help but take out a silver note and mixed it with the pearls given by Ao Xian to reward him.

The Jilefang was brought to a climax by Tang Xiner's dance, and the most anticipated part was the most anticipated part. Tang Xiner would give questions on the spot and ask the painters to paint. The person with the best paintings would be invited to Tang Xiner's pleasure boat and sailed into Taijiang.

Although Tang Xiner is not a talented man, who doesn’t want to attract the favor of a beautiful woman, and what happens next?

Tang Xin'er saluted to the guests from all sides, and then said, "You guys, gentlemen... Today, according to Xin'er's rules, Xin'er asked the guys to paint. Xin'er would choose the painting you like most and spend a good night with the owner of the painting on the Taijiang River."

Jilefang has moved out of the painting table and prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Painters who are very confident in their painting skills have taken their place.

In the room where Wang Fang and Ao Xian were, the two innocent men had already prepared the painting table.

Everyone was waiting silently for Tang Xiner to make the question.

Tang Xin'er glanced at Ao Xian and smiled and said, "The Fourth Prince of Dragons came to Jilefang every day to support Xin'er, and Xin'er was very grateful. However, Longzi didn't seem to know much about the things of our human race, so that even though several paintings were not suitable for the title, Xin'er was extremely regretful.

Today, my topic is the most familiar thing for you to know the Fourth Prince. I think the Fourth Prince will definitely be able to draw the works I like."

Ao Xian felt very proud.

Silver is just working, and Tang Xiner is obviously favoring herself this time.

But... Ao Xian is very self-aware. Even if you ask me to draw pearls, I can’t draw them for you. Fortunately, I brought Wang Fang this time, and I am determined to win today!

Ao Xian stood up and shouted, "Miss Xin'er, please make the questions quickly. The night is short, and I am still waiting to travel to Taijiang with Miss Xin'er."

Tang Xin'er smiled knowingly and said, "Today's Xin'er's question... is 'Dragon'. Dragon is the king of the sea and the lord of the scale clan. Recently, the scale clan made friends with our Jiang Kingdom and Longzi settled in Shuiyun Villa. This is a great blessing for the people of our Jiang Kingdom.

Xin'er also wants to hang a dragon painting in the bedroom to enjoy the blessings."

Once Tang Xiner’s question was released, everyone could see that he was really interested in favor of the Fourth Prince of Dragons.

However, the painters did not easily admit defeat. After all, painting dragons tests their skills. Although Ao Xian is a dragon, he is familiar with dragons, so people are familiar with it. After all, he has to draw the dragon.

When I heard that I wanted to draw a dragon, Ao Xian said to Wang Fang: "If I had known it was to draw a dragon, I would not have to bother Brother Wang. I turned into a dragon shape myself, just stick ink on paper and roll it two times."

Wang Fang didn't expect that this ignorant dragon son could come up with such a postmodern style. The paintings that real dragon rolled in ink, who dared to say that it was not dragon paintings?

But his style is really too advanced, so it's fine if Wang Fang didn't come. Since he's here... he really has no shame to embarrass him here.

"The Fourth Prince is a little restless. Although your painting method is wonderful, can these ordinary people see the mystery of your original works? Since I am here, you don't have to do it yourself."

Wang Fang was afraid that Ao Xian would turn into a dragon and roll, so he quickly walked to the painting platform and picked up the pen.

Ao Xian also asked, "Do you need to turn into a dragon and let you look at the painting?"

"No!" Wang Fang refused decisively.

Ao Xian stood aside curiously and looked at how Wang Fang drew dragons.

Then I was stunned!

Is this a dragon?

I saw Wang put the pen on the drawing paper and splashing ink. The large piece of white paper was stained with ink traces in a short time, as if dark clouds were pressing against the top and the storm was about to come.

"Brother Wang, you painted all the painting paper with ink. Where did you draw a dragon?"

Wang Fang continued to paint and said casually: "The dragon will come out soon."

Where?

Ao Xianman looked for it in the painting, but he didn't see any dragon.

At this time, the king added a flash of lightning to the clouds. When dealing with the light and darkness, there seemed to be a very huge behemoth hidden behind the clouds.

Ao Xian quickly rubbed his eyes. The huge thing disappeared, and he saw a thick cloud. But as long as he stared at the painting for a moment, he immediately felt something existed in the clouds.

It is very huge, and it seems that the entire scroll cannot carry its body.

It is hidden there, and can only feel it, but cannot distinguish it.

The crystal moon, which was blocked by clouds and mist, also looked like an eye; the scale-shaped cloud pattern is so similar to the dragon scales...

It occupies the sky, so big that it cannot be seen.

After Wang Jian finished drawing the dark clouds, he drew two small and blurry figures on the ground, but it can be seen that they were a child and an old man. The old and the young were pointing at the sky, as if they were asking questions and answering questions.

Wang Fang quickly completed the painting and then wrote a poem aside:

The fog appears in the crystal moonlight,

There is only a single pattern in the ink cloud.

Tong asked Qingtian what it is?

The teacher answered Mirage Peak.

The speed of the whole painting is beyond Ao Xian's imagination, and it is faster than rolling on it.

"This... is the finish?"

Wang Fang threw the pen aside, picked up the wine pot and poured a sip of the wine, and then sprayed it all on the drawing paper. After the undried ink was dipped in the wine, the ink dissipated, and the dark clouds no longer had traces of drawing, making it even more hazy.

The thing behind the cloud is also hidden deeper. Just staring at the painting, it is difficult to feel it immediately. But as long as you read the poem and look on the painting, you will suddenly feel a huge body rushing out of the cloud.

After my heart trembled, there was still a dark cloud covering the sky in front of me. I could only feel it circling behind the clouds in my heart.

Is it a dragon?

Or the mountain in a mirage?

Ao Xian finally realized the cleverness of this painting, which was similar to his own ideas, and he hid the dragon in the whole painting.

"Okay, okay..." Ao Xian clapped his hands and praised him. He said to the two innocent courtesys: "Take this painting to Miss Xin'er. If this painting cannot win the championship, I will become such a big dragon and roll in your Jilefang."

"Yes, the fourth prince."

The two innocent servants immediately put away Wang Fang's paintings and left the private room.

After a while, someone outside shouted: "The Fourth Prince of Long has finished his pen and presented his paintings to Miss Tang Xiner. Please hurry up and don't let the Fourth Prince wait for a long time."

Everyone in Jilefang was shocked.

How long has it been after this, why did he finish drawing? He can't draw so quickly by himself! Could it be that he got out, right?

The painter looked at his own paintings and did not draw half of the dragon.
Chapter completed!