Gao Jin picked up his pen and displayed his "love" to the extreme; the soul girl wrote a song; Yan Yongan and the others worked hard for a long time and drew a landscape on earth; Song Jingran also wrote a painting, and saw that there was a reed lake. In the painting boat in the lake, there was a young and beautiful woman sitting with a wounded charm and she lowered her eyes to play the piano; she could tell who she could see at first glance.

"Jingran's technique is becoming more and more exquisite. Look at the charm of this girl Xia, whoever sees it will be pity for her as a treasure;" Yan Yongan stepped forward and spread Song Jingran's painting on the table.

Song Jingran did not pay attention to Yan Yongan, but just looked at the woman in the painting affectionately.

When Yu Zixia saw Song Jingran's painting, her cheeks were already flushed and she shyly lowered her head and ignored her.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, what is Miss Xia doing?" Yan Yongan snatched the roll of paper from Yu Zixia's hand.

Yu Zixia wrote a love poem about love that tells her love

"Wow~~ Jingran, you are too tacit understanding. You paint for others and tell you about your affection. It's really a world of harmony." Yan Yongan joked with a smirk.

Song Jingran did not answer and gently put away the painting.

"Young Master Song, can you give this painting to me?" Yu Zixia's face turned slightly red and she lowered her eyes shyly.

"It's good if you like it." Song Jingran hesitated for a moment, and handed the painting to Yu Zixia.

Yu Zixia took the painting with an unconcealed smile on her face.

"This is yours, don't let me down on you three days a day." Yan Yongan folded Yu Zixia's song "Zi Jin" into Song Jingran's arms, and still joked.

"Then I will accept it. I wonder if Miss Xia has any objection?" Song Jingran could only use the expression "feeling" on Yu Zixia.

Yu Zixia shook her head shyly, and finally expressed her intentions through this, hoping that Song Jingran would not let down his heart like other playboys;

"Hey~Miss Shuang doesn't seem to have shown her work yet?" Gao Jin turned the topic away at the right time, and he couldn't wait to know about Shuang Muzi's works;

"I..." Shuang Muzi hesitated;

"Since you're participating, take it out and take a look." Yan Yongan couldn't wait to take the paper roll in Shuang Muzi's hand.

I saw that the huge scroll of paper read "The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost; the so-called beauty is on the side of the water." Shuang Muzi was originally unintentional to write, but just wrote a sentence in his essay, but he did not want to be similar to Song Jingran's paintings.

Everyone looked at Shuang Muzi's poem and looked at Song Jingran.

Song Jingran glanced at Shuang Muzi's poem, but couldn't tell the expression, but still had a cold face.

"I have no talent in my family, I just hold a pen, I laughed at you." Shuang Muzi picked up the paper roll on the table and tore it to pieces;

The falling pieces of paper instantly flew on the lake.

"Miss Frost is too modest. It's a pity that such a good poem." Gao Jin looked at the falling paper and shook his head gently.

"The prince is too rewarded." Shuang Muzi lowered his eyes darkly. It was a coincidence that their understanding was purely a coincidence, and his heart was lingering again.

"Hey~ Didn't you say there was a prize?" Yan Yong was thinking about the prize in dismay.

"Of course there are prizes, but...this is for women, and you may be in vain." Gao Jin hesitated for a moment, leaned into Yan Yongan's side, and teased.

"Although I can't use it, aren't there any beauty?" Yan Yongan thought for a long time, pulled the beauty beside him into his arms, and finally found the evasion. Gao Jin smiled and shook his head gently.

"Since prizes are indispensable, we should discuss now, whose work is better." Gao Jin turned around and sat down on the soft couch. Everyone couldn't give a reward.

"I think Jing Ran's paintings are excellent." Yan Yongan expressed his opinion first, and it was rare to push honor to others.

"It's amazing. This is the first time that Young Master Yan has praised others for his works." Song Jingran did not want to appreciate Yan Yongan's praise, but instead took the opportunity to make fun of it.

Yan Yongan pursed his lips and couldn't speak, so he could only roll his eyes at Song Jingran;

"I think that Mr. Yan's landscape paintings are more picturesque." The woman in Yan Yongan's arms chuckled. The fat water did not flow to outsiders' fields, so she naturally flattered her man.

Yan Yongan was happy when he heard this. He ignored everyone and gently kissed the woman on the face.

"Since everyone has their own appreciation, it's better to decide on the vote." Gao Jin disagrees. Besides, their appreciation concepts are different, and votes are also for fairness.

"Oh~? How to make a call?" Yan Yongan said with a chorus.

"Each person has a note, write the last name of the author he admires on the note, put it in the brocade plate, and I will dismantle it. I wonder what you think?" Gao Jin put a brocade plate on the table.

"Good idea, just do it." Yan Yongan seemed to agree very much.

Everyone had no objection, so they took the notes, made a decision, and put them in the golden plate.

After a moment, Gao Jin took apart the notes one by one, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, don't keep it a secret, let everyone see it." Yan Yongan couldn't wait to know the result when he saw Gao Jin alone.

"Unfortunately, the prize is not for us this time." Gao Jin put the notes one by one on the table; he saw that the six notes were one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, one, one,

"Haha...A Jin, you're so embarrassing." Yan Yongan laughed and joked with Gao Jin when he saw that there was no Gao Jin on the note.

Gao Jin rolled his eyes to Yan Yongan without being lustful.

Yan Yongan only felt that his pores were towering, and he forgot that he had no votes on his beauty.

"As a result, everyone saw that Jingran and Miss Shuang had equal votes, but there was only one prize. It would be better for the two to negotiate on their own. Who will be the ones?" Gao Jin looked at Song Jingran and looked at Shuang Muzi.

"I am foolish, how dare I compare with Mr. Song? This prize is naturally..." Shuang Muzi was not interested in everything, but she had not finished speaking;

"Miss Shuang, don't be too humble, let's look at the prize before discussing it." Gao Jin interrupted Shuang Muzi and took out a jade-like pear blossom hairpin from his waist and placed it on the table.
Chapter completed!