The daughter of the emperor is reborn, and the evil prince loves her very much

Qiao Sheng looked at Chu Ci anxiously, and Qiao Yu was also very worried. "Sister Chu, I'm sorry, this is all caused by me. Let's go. Their eyes are not very good."

Qiao Yu grabbed Chu Ci's wrist and was about to leave, but Chu Ci was unwilling.

In her previous life, she also wanted to keep things peaceful, but the reality is that this is not possible. They will bully you endlessly.

"How about this, let's have a competition and see who these teachers end up liking. The one who isn't chosen will have to apologize to the other one."

Miss Shen snorted disdainfully, "That's not impossible, but we need to raise the stakes a bit. The loser has to kneel down and apologize."

"No!" Qiao Sheng stopped them and wanted to pull Chu Ci away directly.

Chu Ci looked at him speechlessly, "Don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Are you sure?" Qiao Sheng asked worriedly.

Chu Ci nodded confidently, "Don't worry."

Only then did Qiao Sheng let go. If things really didn't work out, even if he lost in the end, the worst that could happen was that he would kneel down and apologize on behalf of Chu Ci.

What he didn't know was that the long sword that had just been raised in the distance almost flew over.

A gong sounded, and the old man shouted, "Begin!" He announced the title, "Lotus in the Misty Rain," which is the title of this painting. Let's begin now.

When the others heard the title, they subconsciously looked at the picture hanging on the wall, thinking that the painting of clothes was similar. Although the painting skills were not as good, the picture construction would definitely not be bad, so they just followed that painting to learn.

Everyone wrote as if possessed by gods, and soon they had said a lot.

Chu Ci stood there with his arms folded across his chest, lost in thought.

Both Qiao Sheng and Qiao Yu looked at Chu Ci worriedly.

The remaining participants, seeing Chu Ci's situation, began to speak with disdain, and the scene of Chu Ci kneeling on the ground begging for help kept flashing in their minds.

Finally, amid the sighs of the crowd, Chu Ci slowly picked up the brush and began to write and draw on the drawing paper.

After a stick of incense, everyone had finished their paintings.

The old man handed their paintings to several famous masters present one by one with a stiff face, but after looking around, none of them satisfied them.

All of them are in various kinds of rain, with lotus flowers in various postures and various supporting roles.

These are all the best teachers in the National Academy. Many of the students are royal relatives. If the best teachers teach the princes in the palace, then the rest of the best are in this National Academy.

Not everyone can enter here if they want to.

The teachers looked at Chu Ci. Not long after, Chu Ci finished his painting.

The old man walked up to Chu Ci and as soon as he picked up Chu Ci's painting, a smile broke out on his face.

He handed the painting to several teachers, who rushed to take a look at it.

"This is the best one here!"

"Do I even need to tell you that? Even a blind man can see that. Look at the lines and the layout. This is probably better than the best teacher we have."

"That's all nonsense. Even a blind person like you can see it. Just look at the content. Look at the lotus flowers swaying freely, the dewdrops on the lotus leaves, the frogs hiding from the rain under the lotus leaves, and the dragonflies still flapping their wings under the lotus leaves."

"Not only do they all look very similar, but even the details are handled very well."

The gentlemen have made their points very clear, and the results speak for themselves.

Miss Shen stood up with a ferocious look on her face, looking at Chu Ci with eyes that seemed to want to tear her apart. "Chu Ci, tell me yourself, are you cheating? Did you make any preparations in advance?"

Chu Ci looked curiously at the gentlemen sitting there, but she was not in a hurry anyway.

The gentlemen stood up and looked at Miss Shen. "Miss, if you have any opinions about us, you can directly raise them to Qingsong College. But if you say it here without any evidence, you are just looking for trouble."

Miss Shen was frightened and took a step back. She spoke too quickly and these words were not what she should say.

Miss Shen stood up and bowed to the gentlemen of Qingsong College. "I'm sorry, gentlemen. I was reckless."

The old man announced to the crowd, "The winner today is the eldest daughter of the Chu family, Chu Ci."

After the old man finished speaking, he put away the master's painting of lotus in the mist and rain and handed it to Chu Ci with a smile on his face. "Miss, please keep the painting. I believe we will meet again soon."

Chu Ci smiled politely, took the painting and looked at Miss Shen, "Miss Shen, I didn't expect you to be worse than a pig. Look at the bet between us."

Miss Shen's face darkened immediately. She stood there and looked at Chu Ci angrily, "You deceived everyone. People say that you are not good at calligraphy or painting, but your paintings are so good."

Chu Ci shrugged indifferently, "Ms. Shen also said that this is just a rumor."

Miss Shen bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her face. "I don't admit it. You concealed your strength. This bet doesn't count."

After Miss Shen finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Chu Ci did not try to stop her. After all, it was not a deep hatred, and there was no need to ask a rich lady to kneel down and apologize to her. She happily carried the painting and was about to leave the stage.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, Miss Shen's legs softened and she knelt directly on the ring. The entire area around the ring became quiet in an instant.

Chu Ci looked at her in surprise, swallowed his saliva, and slowly stretched out his hand, "Get up, it's just a small matter."

Miss Shen stood up crying, wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, and pushed Chu Ci, who was standing at the edge of the ring, down, "Chu Ci, I will not let today's humiliation go like this."

Chu Ci subconsciously wanted to grab her arm, but it was too late and he missed.

Just when Chu Ci thought she was going to fall to the ground, she fell directly into a warm embrace.

Chu Ci looked at the people around her covering their mouths and felt panicked. She was afraid that she would become famous if she fell.

Chu Ci struggled to stand up straight, lowered his head and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Xiaoci, it's me." Qiao Sheng looked at his empty hands and suddenly felt a little lost.

Chu Ci raised her head and saw that it was Qiao Sheng. She breathed a sigh of relief. If it was a strange man, she was afraid that he would be able to dig out another Chang Ping. If she had known this would happen, she would not have come out.

"Brother Qiao Sheng, let's go first."

This scene happened to be seen by Pig Liver Face, who was sitting in front of the window. If they had not let go quickly, his fifty-meter-long sword would have been pulled out.

Chu Ci and the others took a few quick steps and left everyone's sight. Only then did Chu Ci dare to breathe deeply. It was really embarrassing just now.

She handed the Misty Rain Lotus Painting to Qiao Sheng, "Brother Qiao Sheng, this is for you, and thank you for saving me just now."

Qiao Sheng didn't want it at first, but thinking that this was the first time Xiaoci gave it to him, he accepted it and said, "Thank you, Xiaoci."

What Chu Ci didn't know was that this painting of lotus in misty rain later became a taboo for King Rui, and he couldn't even hear the word "lotus".