Chapter 301 Choosing a son-in-law at the gate of the martial arts arena (second update)

Faced with Mr. Qin's request, the old man was very indifferent. He had passed the time of being carefree. He just said with regret that the newspaper had rules and he couldn't break them.

Master Qin said all his good words and took out the generous gifts he had brought. There were some extremely hard-to-find paints in them, and the old man was moved on the spot.

Wen Mianmian winked at him and he agreed and went back to get a set of painting tools in person. Wen Mianmian ordered people to set up the seats and add two more lamps to make the room brighter.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Liang were also waiting aside. They wanted to see how capable this old man who got into the newspaper office through connections was.

Facts have proved that the old man is really outstanding in painting portraits. Master Wang regretted it only half way through the painting. After waiting for half an hour, Qin Yifan's portrait was officially announced, and people around him couldn't wait to gather around.

Qin Yifan is a bit short and fat. Strictly speaking, he cannot be said to be handsome. If you look carefully at the fine brushwork, it is not very stunning, but the portrait gives people a feeling that Qin Yifan is very energetic and confident. One glance can make people feel right.

He has a good impression, which makes people ignore his true appearance.

Master Qin was extremely satisfied and praised: "Old man, you are really a master."

"No one in Kyoto can compare to your technique."

When Wen Mianmian saw that Mr. Wang and Mr. Liang both had expressions of regret, he took the opportunity to say: "My grandfather doesn't like fame and fortune. He has been studying painting skills painstakingly since he was young. Mr. Qin, I agree with what you said.

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Mr. Qin looked at the portrait happily and sighed again, "You are indeed a master."

"Prince and concubine, take a look. This old man has been painted. How about replacing it?"

"In my heart, whoever painted it couldn't have done it better than the old man."

Seeing what he said, Wen Mianmian expressed that he was very satisfied. When he saw that they also brought generous gifts, it was much better than the two people next to him who came with a painting in hand.

Hua Jingyun nodded, "I didn't want to make an exception. Since I've drawn it all, let's use it."

Master Qin was overjoyed. After thanking him, he left a generous gift and took his eldest grandson away. As he walked away, he was thinking, this is to burn more incense on weekdays. In critical moments, he will be protected by Bodhisattvas. Who makes his little grandson come often?

In the palace, the two of them are also considered acquaintances.

Seeing the back of him leaving triumphantly, Mr. Wang and General Liang were moved. They immediately wanted to ask Mr. Wen to take action. But at the moment, the old man only had the precious paint he had just received. He casually waved his hand to Wen Mianmian and went back with the paint, his eyes

Neither of them were given to Mr. Wang.

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Mr. Wang was very upset and regretful. Looking at the portrait he had spent a thousand taels on for everyone to draw, he suddenly felt it was hard to see. In the end, he could only watch Mr. Qin get what he wanted.

In the middle of the night, the sky began to rain, the wind blew the thin bamboos, and the rain hit the delicate flowers. The sound of the wind and rain brought vitality to the earth, and also brought peace of mind to those who were sleeping.

Wen Mianmian was still chatting and laughing with Mr. Wang, and while they were talking lively, his big scalper pulled her to lie down, "It seems that she is in good spirits, why not do something interesting."

Caught off guard, Wen Mianmian was hugged into a hug, and with the sound of wind and rain outside the window, the room was filled with mud.

By the next morning it was clear blue and cloudless again, with warm sunshine high in the sky.

Today is the first day of the 50-to-10 contest for young talents in Kyoto. Those who got tickets early in the morning put on their most respectable clothes, imagining the scene of meeting the emperor today, and lamenting that the weather was good, and in the evening

It rained, the wind blew in the morning, and the sun shone like this, it was dry and refreshing.

People in twos and threes walked along the street to the royal martial arts arena. Although they couldn't enter yet, they could look at the portraits of the top fifty outside.

Beautifully dressed girls were also mixed in the crowd, either in groups of three or two or in groups of five or six. They didn't know what was being said, and all of them held their handkerchiefs and laughed wildly.

The spirited young man on the road couldn't help but look at her secretly. Although men and women must be on guard, everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention that the girls today are particularly beautiful.

The outer wall of the royal martial arts arena has been covered with portraits. Countless people gathered around the portraits and pointed, "This No. 2 Young Master Zhang is so handsome. Oh my, he's not married yet!"

I don’t know if the newspaper is intentional or not, but each portrait briefly introduces the person’s surname, where they are from, how old they are, and whether they are married, which greatly facilitates these onlookers.

A man dressed as a wealthy businessman and a fifteen-year-old girl stood in front of the portrait of contestant No. 21, "Girl, what do you think of this person?"

There has always been a way to catch a son-in-law under the ranking list. As long as those who are among the top fifty take the scientific examination, they may not have a place on the imperial list. It is very suitable to choose now.

There are many people with this purpose, and even before the game starts, this place has become a scene of catching a son-in-law.

The girl blushed slightly and shook her head, looking at the young man on the 27th.

Suddenly a loud noise came, "Come and see, this is my nephew. My nephew is resting at home right now and will play in the afternoon."

This person was talking about the twenty-seventh. The businessman immediately raised his hands to congratulate him and began to greet him.

Another wealthy businessman took a brochure and read it with gusto, exclaiming: "This brochure is more detailed than the ones on the wall."

Someone came up and exclaimed, "Oh, there is a booklet, where did it come from?"

The rich man pointed to the gate of the martial arts arena and said, "Fifty taels, it's a great deal."

He can sit down and slowly choose his son-in-law for fifty taels. Isn't it better than the one whose neck hurts from looking at him?

Soon the people sent by Qin Feng sold out all fifty copies of the booklet, making a profit of 2,500 taels.

It turns out that these were done privately by people from the newspaper, and Hua Jingyun also nodded in agreement. After working hard for so long, it must be a little sweet.

Unfortunately, there were too many people, so the painter was hired in a hurry, so it was only for fifty copies.

Wen Mianmian slept until three o'clock in the morning. As for the reason, she just thought she was lazy. When she was waiting for the spirit fruit to be dug out of the bed and washed, it was almost noon.

"The competition is in the afternoon, so I can make it in time."

Her head was a little dizzy from sleep. Wen Mianmian sat under the eaves and yawned without any image. Seeing that she had no image at all, Aunt Fang wanted to talk to her again. She sat down dignifiedly before she even opened her mouth, "Mommy~

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Grandma was helpless, "It won't happen anymore."

The majestic princess, the mistress of the palace, shook her legs and opened her mouth wide to yawn. If outsiders saw this, she would lose her image. She had said it many times, but it had little effect.

Wen Mianmian was about to yawn again, but when she saw Aunt Fang staring at her, she raised her arms to cover herself with her sleeves, opening her mouth wide.
Chapter completed!