Dai Shou couldn't help but murmured, "Only the true colors of peony can move the capital when the flowers bloom."

He pulled out the painting alone and held it in front of him, "Everyone, come and look at it, this one is truly amazing!"

Peony has always been a symbol of wealth and good fortune. There are two main methods of painting peony in Chinese painting, one is fine brushwork peony painting, and the other is freehand peony painting.

Meticulous painting: The expression of Chinese painting that depicts the scenery with precise and delicate brushwork, and achieves the perfect unity of expression and form by "taking the spirit to obtain the shape, using the line to stand the shape, and the shape to express the meaning".

Freehand painting: The artist ignores the external fidelity of the artistic image, and emphasizes the artistic creation tendency and technique of its inner spiritual essence.

In this painting, there is a unique peony, with swaying branches and a black insect on it, which adds to the appeal.

Especially that peony is so beautiful, as if you can smell the fragrance of flowers through this painting.

A calligrapher and calligrapher couldn't help but admire, "This strong and bright color can only be matched by peony!"

"Yes, I have seen a lot of peonies, this one is really... amazing!"

"This painter can't be done in a day. This insect seems to be real."

"Absolute! It's really absolute!"

"High score! Must get high score!"

Dai Shou also looked at this painting carefully, and was deeply attracted by it.

Only after he saw the signature on the back of the painting, he was struck by thunder.

Ruan Su!

Why is Ruan Su again!

He thought it was done by Ling Qingran, and with Ling Qingran's ability and talent, it was not a problem to draw this painting.

How come Ruan Su painted it again? Didn’t it mean that Ruan Su couldn’t perform his normal level by doing tricks?

damn it!

His face was as stinking as he had eaten ten feces.

An anger flowed crazily in his chest. At this moment, he started to pull up these works like crazy, and it took him a long time to pull out Ling Qingran's painting.

Coincidentally, Ling Qingran also painted peony.

But!

What is Ling Qingran's painting? A lot of peony paintings are stacked on the canvas without layers, red, green, purple, and yellow one after another, with no primary or secondary.

The bees and butterflies one after another floated in the air, looking childish and ridiculous.

If Ruan Su's paintings of pearls and jade were not in front, Ling Qingran's painting would not be so **** and so bad.

But Ruan Su thrived, and everything behind him became rubbish.

Dai Shou was so angry that he couldn't wait to tear Ling Qingran's painting to pieces.

This **** Ling Qingran, has his brain been fed to the dog?

"Lao Dai, this is Miss Ling's painting? Isn't it done well!" A big painter and calligrapher took a look and exaggerated embarrassingly.

"Yes, this peony group picture is very good!"

Although they knew it was far worse than Ruan Su's, they still boasted about Dai Su's face.

"This has to give a high score."

"Yes, yes, get a high score."

Earlier, giving Ling Qingran a low score made Dai Shou's face look bad. Everyone was in the same circle.

This painting is neither good nor bad.

It is fine to give a high score, but it must not exceed Ruan Su.

Almost everyone thought so in their hearts, and finally began to discuss the score.

Ling Qingran sat in his seat and waited quietly.

She thinks that she draws very well and performs well, so she deserves a high score, and she is not in a hurry.

The host quickly walked up to the stage and said with a smile, "Hello everyone, now the exciting time has come! The score of our drawing competition has been released, now please let me take you to announce it!"

After speaking, he began to announce the score.

This time the host sold the pass, and did not make a direct announcement, but mysteriously let everyone guess, interacted with the audience on the spot, and enlivened the atmosphere.

Ling Qingran gradually became a little impetuous.

Why hasn't her score been announced yet?

Is she high or low?

It seems that the low is announced first, and then the high is announced?

Mrs. Ling Er asked her quietly, "Clearly...how do I think your score will not be low? It should be very high."

"But Ruan Su's score has not been announced until now." Ling Qingran frowned, "Couldn't her score be high?"

She immediately denied this possibility, "No, it's impossible. How can she paint a perfect picture without paint?"

At this moment, she heard her score, 9.4!

There was an expression of joy on her face immediately, and several other contestants around also looked at her enviously.

"The score is so high!"

"It must be very good."

"Yes, yes!"

"I don't know if it's the first place."

Ling Qingran enjoyed this feeling of being touted and envied very much, as if her ability had been greatly affirmed.

Just when she was secretly proud, the host announced the first place, "Ruan Su! 9.8 points! It is so beautiful, it is amazing! Especially the finishing touch of the little insect, it is just flying! Please now! Everyone appreciate Ruan Su's paintings!"

The smile on Ling Qingran's face suddenly stiffened at the corners of her lips.

Second place? She is? The first place turned out to be Ruan Su again!

Isn't she without paint?

How could she still get the first place?

Ling Qingran stared at the stage in disbelief, and then she was shocked!

What a stunning painting!

That peony is swaying, and the country is beautiful and fragrant! It is unforgettable, especially the bright colors, as bright as weeping blood!

Ling Qingran's eyes burned instantly.

She knows how to paint, she knows how to paint, and she finds that it is impossible for her to paint such a perfect and shocking painting!

Her heart thumped and thumped, "Pump!" Suddenly, she spurted out a mouthful of blood, and she covered her chest.

Good painting! Amazing painting!

Why is Ruan Su's hand in such an amazing painting!

Mrs. Ling Er was taken aback and screamed to help Ling Qingran, "Qingran! Qingran! What's wrong with you? Don't scare mom!"

Blood flowed continuously along the corners of Ling Qingran's lips, her chest was so angry that she was about to explode.

pain!

There was a throbbing pain!

"Come on! Help! My daughter vomited blood!" Mrs. Ling Er cried and cried, and everyone around was shocked.

Everyone gathered around their mother and daughter.

"Oh my God, this is so angry that he vomits blood? Is it really possible to vomit blood?"

"She must not be the first to be angry."

Ruan Su frowned, and after looking at each other with Bo Xingzhi, the two also walked towards the mother and daughter.

Ling Qingran's consciousness began to blur, and her dress was stained red with blood, and she slumped into Mrs. Ling's arms, like a lifeless rag doll.

When she saw Ruan Su's familiar figure in her godless pupils, she instantly vomited blood, "You...you go! You go!"

She stared at Ruan Su with a terrifying expression, and almost tried her best to point at Ruan Su, "Go away!"

Ruan Su ignored the emotional Ling Qingran, she squatted next to Ling Qingran and stretched out her finger to help her pulse.

"I was so angry that I vomited blood, so please send it to the hospital as soon as possible."

"You...what do you know? Why do you get my daughter's pulse?" Mrs. Ling Er exclaimed angrily, "You don't pretend to be good people here!"

"Her lungs were almost blown up by her, so she vomited so much blood and vomited so much. You don't believe my words are the ones who suffer." Ruan Su turned around and left.

She didn't open a charity hall, and helping Ling Qingran to get her pulse was the greatest benevolence and righteousness she could do.

Bo Xingzhi opened his legs and walked beside her, habitually holding her small hand with her big palm, "Are there any other projects for today's ICIF?"

Ruan Su shook his head, "No, there will be a gambling on rocks tomorrow."

She smiled as she said, "Can you accompany me to bet on rocks tomorrow?"

Bo Xingzhi lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes gentle, "Okay."

Shang Lingxiao followed the two of them with a gloomy expression. He lowered his head and no one noticed his expression.

These events at the ICIF were directly reported by the media, especially when Ling Qingran encountered the press release of Ruan Su who was beaten by various kinds of opponents, and the whole sky was flying everywhere.

Not only did Second Uncle Ling go crazy, but the rest of the Ling family were also crazy.

Ling Yichen turned off the news page on the phone with a gloomy expression, "What's going on clearly? I won't do what I do best?"

Ling Yixin pouted, "Maybe too proud."

They are quite clear about the personality of this cousin.

"Ling Qingran is not always self-esteem, she is not surprised if she can lose." Ling Weixue said disdainfully.

She hates it, she hates it, because she is the daughter of the Ling family, but Ling Qingran is very beautiful, but she is innocent.

Not only was he compared with other celebrities and daughters, but also with his own cousins.

Mad!

Now Ling Qingran was ashamed, she was very happy, very happy.

"Forget it, come back and ask carefully what is going on. Originally, the Lingye family loved to be compared by outsiders, all kinds of scribbles. Now it is estimated that the writing will be even more awkward." Ling Yichen stood up after speaking. Thinking of Ruan Su's beautiful and bright face, his chest felt hot.

Such a beautiful and spicy woman, but she is so mediocre... It's really a pity!

It was different from the strange and angry atmosphere of the Ling family.

Ye Yanli and Song Jiayan were at the ICIF all the time, but because Ruan Su wanted to compete, they were both spectators.

I also bought some cute antiques, which I can take back and give to the daughters in my house.

"Xiao Su is really long-faced. It is our blessing to have Xiao Su in the Ye family." Song Jiayan said excitedly, "I am really eye-opening today."

"Fool." Ye Yanli touched her hair, "Let's go, today is over, let's go back too."

Mrs. Ye and Mrs. Ye had already seen the news at home, and they almost laughed from ear to ear.

"Oh, Xiao Su is really capable, that girl from the Ling family is really embarrassed!"

"I see Xiao Su's paint can't be used, maybe it's her ghost."