Chapter 661: Painter contest begins
Chapter 661 The artist contest begins
Seeing that Chu Mu was angry, Jiang Jiuhe quickly put down the millet cake in his hand, stepped forward with a few steps, grabbed the other party's sleeve and shook it over there. The appearance was very cute, and even more so. It was matched with the other party's beautiful and soul-inducing peerless face, and all the anger in my heart disappeared instantly.
"You—" Pointing to Jiang Jiuhe's head, Chu Mu sighed helplessly, "I really suffered a lot from you this time as a teacher!
Jiang Jiuhe stuck out his tongue mischievously, grabbed the millet cake on the table and was about to leave, "Master, I'm leaving first!"
Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Chu Mu couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes, and the eyes were full of infinite pampering.
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The Artists Competition is held once every ten years, and it can be described as a grand ceremony in Northern England, second only to the Royal Ceremony.
Northern Britain has always advocated literature and abandoned martial arts, which has led many people to abandon literature and martial arts. Several emperors in the past few years have been very interested in painting, which has made the profession of painters to a climax.
Everyone wants a famous painter, and it is best to enter the palace and become the painter's royal painter. If this kind of thing really happens to them, it is really a great thing to burn incense in the ancestral grave!
"Master, since this painter is so popular, you were only fifteen years old ten years ago, and you won the championship at the age of fifteen, why didn't you enter the palace and become a court painter!" After listening to Chu Mu's explanation, Jiang Jiuhe dragged himself cheeks.
Today is the first round of the artist competition. To avoid getting lost like last time, the two simply hired a carriage and took them to the competition site.
"The competition is held in the busiest restaurant in the city. There are so many people at once, so you must protect yourself."
Chu Mu didn't answer Jiang Jiuhe's words, but asked carefully.
Seeing that the other party didn't want to bring him, Jiang Jiuhe didn't bother, nodded, and ate his millet cake again.
The carriage gradually approached the restaurant in the center of Kyoto, stopping and stopping along the way, but was told by the driver that the road ahead was completely impassable.
Most of the carriages were blocked in the middle of the road, but the walking speed of the two left behind the stalled carriages.
"Jiuhe, I'll go in first."
Pointing to a place not far away, Chu Mu spoke and shouted to Jiang Jiuhe.
Jiang Jiuhe nodded, and didn't do much to keep her. After all, Chu Mu was a judge, so she naturally had to go through a special channel. She also quickly arrived at the place where the contestants should go, and the burden in her hands was more of her own. with tools.
I found a shade to rest for half a day, and then the rest of the contestants arrived one after another, and each took their own numbers. Jiang Jiuhe stood aside and made a rough estimate. There will be nearly 200 people in this competition. Participating in the three-day competition, only one best winner can be picked out. This difficulty has aroused her fighting spirit.
"Ahem, friends—"
Just as Jiang Jiuhe was thinking about it, he heard a person standing on the stage not far away. It was none other than Palace Master Yang who had met once before.
I saw that Palace Master Yang was wearing a red robe today, and his face was full of smiles. His appearance was extremely festive, and it even gave people an illusion, as if Palace Master Yang was not here to preside over the competition, but to get married of.
The contestants in the audience stopped their quarrels one after another, and looked at Gongzhu Yang on the stage in unison, admiring and worshiping without discomfort.
(end of this chapter)