Chapter 788 The Fairy in the Painting

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Zhao Huansu was actually willing to spend one hundred thousand taels of silver to buy a false reputation. For Qin Feng, this was like having a pie suddenly hit on his head.

No need to think about it? Qin Feng naturally agreed happily.

At the same time, the attendant who stole the painting had already run to the restaurant opposite and handed the painting to Jing Ci's hands.

Jing Ci frowned slightly and felt contempt for the paintings in her hands. After all, she had never heard that Qin Feng could paint.

But when he unfolded the rice paper, Jing Ci was stunned.

She stared blankly at herself in the painting, feeling as if she was dreaming. How in the world could someone paint a figure so fake it looks real?

Obviously there are only black and white colors on the scroll, but... it's so realistic!

Jing Ci's hands holding the scroll trembled slightly, and he stared at it for a long time before sighing: "With this painting alone, Qin Feng can impress all the painters in the world..."

"But who can't he draw? Why did he draw me?"

Just when Jing Ci was confused, Qiya on the side had a sharp look in her eyes.

Although Qiya was also frightened by the paintings in front of her, her heart trembled wildly, but considering Qin Feng's sinister intentions, she gritted her teeth.

"Your Highness, do you ever remember that one of the war reparations was marriage?"

"The terms clearly state in black and white that we, Dadi, will deliver a princess to the Liang Kingdom."

Hearing this, Jing Ci's body trembled. She stood up suddenly and was about to tear off the scroll, but looking at this amazing painting, she really couldn't do it.

In the end, almost venting, he threw the scroll on the table, stared at Qin Feng across the window through the window, and yelled: "Damn Qin Feng, I would rather die than marry to Liang Guo!"

"Qiya, get my sword! I will make this thief kneel at my feet and surrender today!"

At this time, Qin Feng, surrounded by everyone, had reached the final stage of the incense-burning literary world.

Li Yuhang stood behind the desk and had been waiting for a long time.

Li Yuhang already knew clearly what Qin Feng had done in the previous levels. He knew that it would be unrealistic to defeat Qin Feng even with his own attainments in poetry and prose.

Li Yuhang still has this self-knowledge.

Therefore, Li Yuhang temporarily changed his plan to "fight poetry" with Qin Feng and did the opposite.

"The literary talent of the Marquis of Qin is unparalleled in the world, and I am sincerely convinced."

"No matter how ignorant I am, I will not be stupid enough to compete with the Marquis of Qin for poems, or...I am willing to be the loser!"

While speaking, Li Yuhang did not hesitate and bowed directly to Qin Feng.

The literati present were full of expectations for this last competition. Liang Guo's literary giant Qin Feng faced off against Yucheng Baihe. No matter he won or lost, it would create a good story.

However, Li Yuhang's initiative to show weakness was beyond everyone's expectations.

Before anyone could question him, Li Yuhang struck while the iron was hot and said bluntly: "However, I still have some taste skills. If the Marquis of Qin can compose a poem as good as "Out of the Fortress", then the Marquis of Qin will win."

As soon as this was said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that Li Yuhang was retreating in order to advance and dug a bigger pit to wait for Qin Feng.

The poem "Out of the Fortress" was also written by Qin Feng. It has already spread all over the country and is even regarded by many literati as one of the greatest poems of the contemporary era.

The status of "Out of the Fortress" in the minds of the literary community has reached an unshakable level.

With this difficult problem raised by Li Yuhang, even Qin Feng may have no choice but to admit defeat.

After all, this is an on-the-spot performance, and it is almost impossible to write a top-notch poem in a short period of time. If Qin Feng voluntarily admits defeat, the literati in Yucheng can not only win back a victory, but also take this opportunity to promote that Qin Feng's literary skills are not as magical as the rumors say.

The people of Beidi are already stunned. As long as they can weaken Qin Feng's influence, they are willing to do anything!

Li Yuhang seemed sincere, but in fact he was already sneering in his heart, just staring at Qin Feng.

As everyone knows...

Qin Feng was very embarrassed. Looking at Li Yuhang's shameless villain's face, Qin Feng wanted to swell his face.

"Crossing the Fortress" is indeed a famous poem well-known in China, but there are countless Tang and Song poems engraved in Qin Feng's mind.

Regardless of whether these famous poems that have been well known throughout the ages can surpass "Out of the Fortress", they can at least keep pace with them.

only……

The temptation of one hundred thousand taels of silver was really too great.

The money itself is not much, especially for a wealthy family like Qin Feng, but if you think about it from another perspective, this money can be used to improve the subsequent life of the mission, and can also be used to mobilize funds.

If you return to Beixi County, the remaining money can be merged into the Beixi County finance to further improve people's livelihood.

One side is a false reputation, the other side is pragmatism.

Qin Feng chose the latter after all.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Feng raised his hand nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, I can't do it."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the entire Huijuan Building breathed a long sigh of relief. So there is something in the world that Qin Feng can't do?

Everyone became excited.

Li Yuhang is the most excited. After all, he shoulders the important task of turning the tide and protecting the last dignity of Yucheng!

Moreover, if he personally defeats Qin Feng, he will definitely win the favor of Princess Jingci.

"Hahaha, Qin Hou is also a happy person. He is willing to admit defeat. I still admire him very much."

"However, I do have a question."

"The performance of the Marquis of Qin in the first few levels was all straightforward and easy. How come he surrendered without a fight at the last level?"

"Are you worried that the poem you produced will be too different from "Out of the Wall" and that your brand will be damaged?"

Li Yuhang's words obviously imply that Qin Feng's poetic attainments are below the first-class level and definitely not top-notch.

Directly degrading Qin Feng as useless and unconvincing, so Li Yuhang adopted a gradual cannibalization strategy to suppress Qin Feng bit by bit.

These remarks naturally won the support of everyone present.

"In addition to Qin Feng's miraculous painting skills, his poetry and literary attainments are also first-class, but he is definitely not top-notch."

"Haha, Qin Feng, it doesn't matter if you lose. There's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, "Out of the Barrier" is the pinnacle of your life. It's understandable that it's hard to surpass."

Faced with everyone's provocation and belittlement, Qin Feng was not angry at all. He had already begun to plan how to spend the one hundred thousand taels of silver.

At this moment, a cold snort came from behind.

"Lost? You're lucky!"

Qin Feng turned around and saw Jing Ci appearing behind him at some unknown time, his eyes full of frost.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then they all knelt down to salute.

"See Your Highness the Princess."

Li Yuhang was overjoyed and felt that this was a perfect opportunity to please the princess, so he immediately shouted: "Qin Feng, when you see me, Princess Dadi, why don't you kneel down and worship me!"