A female agent travels through time and fights against the fierce enemy with weapons

Thinking of this, Luo Pinting was no longer in a hurry to paint.

He slowly spread out the rice paper, slowly began to paint, and waited for Chen Wanruo's veil to fall off.

Chen Wanruo didn't know what Luo Pinting was thinking.

Otherwise, I would definitely tell her to wait a little longer, and she would let everyone see her true appearance soon.

"You can't paint?" Liu Shiquan asked curiously as he looked at Chen Wanruo who was lying motionless.

Her performance in the first two rounds really impressed him.

The two had known each other for many years, but he had no idea that he was also a person of such outstanding literary talent.

If I really have to compete with her, I am really not as good as her.

He still hasn't reacted to the two poems she just wrote.

You know, this is a chain game, which means that no one knows what the words in the poem are to be written.

It was completely improvisational poetry.

But she could write such good poems, which made Liu Shiquan puzzled.

When did this wife who had been with him for several years become so powerful?

Why didn't I notice it at all?

"Even if I can't, I won today!" Chen Wanruo said confidently.

At this moment, she was thinking, should she paint?

If she won, she really wouldn't bother to do that.

"Not necessarily. Do you see the Seventh Prince sitting across from you? If he wins this painting competition, then he and you will be the joint first place winners."

Liu Shiquan explained with rare patience.

Hearing this, Chen Wanruo reacted immediately.

Yes, isn’t archery a new sport this year?

With Murong Chen's martial arts skills, if he admits to being second, no one should claim to be first, right?

What's more, the whole capital city knows that Murong Chen is an excellent archer.

Judging from the answers to the riddles and the poems he just wrote, his writing is also quite good.

It can be said that he is a man of both civil and military talents.

Thinking of this, Chen Wanruo immediately poured out some of the ink in front of her.

When it got onto the rice paper, a large area of ​​it was black.

"What are you doing?" Liu Shiquan exclaimed.

"Pouring ink? Didn't you see it?"

"Sister, if you can't just sit there and not move, it's fine. You've already won the previous two games, so it doesn't matter if you lose this one!"

Luo Pinting from the side behind said in a sarcastic tone.

As expected, no one is perfect. No matter how talented she is, doesn't she still know nothing about painting?

Thinking of this, Luo Pinting began to feel proud.

After comparing herself this way, I feel that Chen Wanruo is just so-so.

It's just that he is better at writing poems than herself. As for the answer to the riddle, she even felt that she might just be luckier.

Otherwise, why could she be so patient in the past few years?

However, Chen Wanruo ignored them and instead picked up the brush beside her and started painting.

It can be said that many people saw Chen Wanruo's actions.

She just won two games and is already at the center of the storm.

It can be said that her every move has attracted much attention.

Seeing that she continued to draw even though the paper was so dirty, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

At the same time, I feel sorry for her. She can write such good poems, but her paintings are so bad...

Only Liu Shiquan knew that Chen Wanruo was not fooling around, but was really painting.

If he had such thoughts just now, now he was completely shocked.

In just a blink of an eye, the ball of ink she had just poured down turned into a Ferghana horse...

Look at her ink of varying shades of dark and light. The Ferghana horse appears so vivid and lifelike under her pen.

"Chen Wanruo, your painting skills..."

"Don't disturb me while I'm painting, thank you!" Chen Wanruo interrupted Liu Shiquan directly.

Liu Shiquan: “…”

It seemed difficult for him to even have a proper conversation with her now.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Chen Wanruo put down the brush in her hand.

At this time, everyone was still painting with their heads down, even Murong Chen was the same.

But after a while, Murong Chen also put down the brush, and when he looked up, he happened to meet Chen Wanruo's confident gaze.

After a slight pause, Murong Chen quickly retracted the emotion on his face.

He didn't expect that he would lose so badly today.

That’s right, in Murong Chen’s opinion, he lost very miserably today.

Even though he only lost to Chen Wanruo, it was still ugly!

He thought that he might not be able to defeat Chen Wanruo, but he didn't expect that even if he tried his best, he still couldn't win a single game.

You can imagine how strong she is.

Three quarters of an hour later, Eunuch Li shouted, "Time's up! You can put down your brushes."

After hearing this, everyone naturally stopped going on and followed Eunuch Li's instructions and put it down obediently.

When Luo Pinting put down the pen in her hand, she immediately saw Chen Wanruo sitting upright diagonally above her.

She just sat there motionless just now. I think she should know where her own strength lies.

I thought to myself, "She has some self-awareness. She knows it's a waste of effort to paint."

Chen Wanruo: It’s okay to be ugly, but you also have beautiful dreams! If you don’t look at my paintings, how do you know that my efforts are in vain?

"According to the competition rules, everyone should mark their own paintings, and the emperor will rank them one by one later."

This was agreed upon before the competition, and its purpose was to ensure fairness.

It was only a quarter of an hour after the painting was put away that Murong Peng pulled out one of the drawings and asked, "Who drew this?"

As soon as the rice paper was spread out, the entire Tihe Hall suddenly exploded.

Even Murong Chen stared at the painting in amazement for a long time.

Before Chen Wanruo stood up, she had already noticed Murong Chen's gaze diagonally opposite her.

But she was very curious, how did he know that the painting was painted by her?

However, that was not all. Seeing Chen Wanruo trying to stand up, Luo Pinting from the side grabbed her clothes.

He asked in a questioning tone: "What do you want to do? If you want to die, it's your business. Do you want to drag us down with you? You're dreaming!"

Chen Wanruo: “…” Can she ask if this person is sick?

Chen Wanruo shook off Luo Pinting's hand and stood up again, saying, "Your Majesty, it belongs to me!"

"yours?"

"It is indeed my wife's!"

"Oh? Then you must tell me what kind of mark you made!"

"Your Majesty, I wrote the word 'Wan' on that Ferghana horse. If Your Majesty looks carefully, you will definitely be able to see it!"

Hearing this, Murong Peng actually stared at the Arabian horse.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find the word "Wan" that Chen Wanruo mentioned.

"Your Majesty, let me take a look!" Yao Fengjiao said with a smile on her face.

Chen Wanruo's every move today is indeed puzzling.

Not to mention her performance today, even Old Seven was unusual today.