Hearing this, Luo Lan was immediately dissatisfied. She frowned slightly and replied in a cold voice:

"General Wu didn't mention it, but I forgot. We had the first words just now. In this competition, whoever wins will have the final say. I won you two games. Do you want to do two things for me?"

As soon as she said this, the Wu family's father and son suddenly turned pale. Seeing this, Leng Zian hurriedly tried to smooth things over:

"Why should Princess Yu be anxious? It's not too late to make a conclusion after the last game. If you win this game, General Wu owe you three things. If you lose, even if they win one game, this will become one thing, so you won't be able to do this game."

Hearing this, Luo Lan's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and she looked at Leng Yu helplessly, pursed her lips at him, and muttered in a low voice:

"My husband, can I still win?"

The reason why she asked this was because she thought that if she won the last game again, would it intensify the conflict between the Wu family, Leng Zi'an, Leng Yu and the emperor?

"Of course you have to win."

Leng Yu looked at it without hesitation with pride and affectionate eyes, and said softly:

"These people are inferior to others. If you don't beat them, they will slander you even more arrogantly, so you must win and win thoroughly. Only in this way can they completely extinguish their arrogance."

Leng Yu knew that Wu Hong must have ordered someone to invite the number one painter in the capital before the first game started. It seems that he has prepared for it. Luo Lan will not be able to withstand this game than him.

He expected that his Lan'er would win, but as for how to win, he couldn't guess it thoroughly, it was entirely based on his feelings and trust in Luo Lan.

Before Luo Lan had time to respond to this competition, Wu Hong had already told the servants that the number one painter in the capital had come in. He came to the hall, knelt down and saluted the emperor and the adults, and sat at the painting table that had been prepared.

Wu Hong looked at Luo Lan, raised his eyebrows at her, and said disdainfully:

"Princess Yu, this time we will use the time of a stick of incense. Who can draw a piece of work that everyone praises and convinces you? Even if it is a win, do you agree?"

Luo Lan glanced at Leng Yu and blinked at him helplessly, "I listen to General Wu."

Yan Luo, she stood up, raised her skirt and came to the middle of the hall, bowed to the emperor, and sat at another painting table.

Wu Hong glanced at the two of them, clasped his fists at the emperor and said:

"Your Majesty, can you start now?"

The emperor frowned. No matter how much he hated Princess Yu in his heart, he had to admit that it was a fact that she won two games in public and tied one game. No matter what, it was a face for the royal family. Therefore, he still hoped that she could win in this last game.

However, if she really won, he should be suspicious of her identity. Not many women in the official family have so many abilities, let alone a farmer girl, especially the words she just wrote, how she doesn't look like ordinary people can write them.

But he was not allowed to think too much at the moment. Even if he had these ideas, he could not speak out in front of these foreign kings. He had to keep the royal face.

So he nodded slightly and waved his hands with a serious expression:

"Since it was proposed by General Wu, please ask General Wu to preside over this competition! I will be a spectator."

Listening to the emperor's words, Wu Hong's face showed a smug smile. After glanced at everyone, he then turned his eyes on Luo Lan and the painter, and then spoke solemnly:

"Two, today's competition begins with an incense stick of time. There is no mandatory requirement for the content of the painting. You can just paint casually. The emperor and all the adults present will give you a fair and just judgment."

After he said this, the painter nodded and picked up his pen, dipped it in paint, and began painting on the canvas in front of him.

Luo Lan on the other side was not in a hurry. She leaned on her chin with one hand and stared blankly at the white paper in front of her. She didn't know what she was pondering, but it seemed that she felt like she couldn't start.

Half an incense stick of time passed quickly, Luo Lan still didn't take action, and after a while, she actually lay on the table, her fingers kept tapping on the table, looking completely contented.

This scene made the emperor's eyebrows a little more angry. He was angry with Princess Yu: You can't paint, just ask it directly, why bother pretending to be here and waste everyone's time?

The faces of the Wu father and son and Leng Zian all showed a happy look that they would win this time. It seemed that this Princess Yu knew nothing about painting.

Everyone present was also in an uproar. Leng Xi, who had always thought that this was unfair to Luo Lan, clenched his fists and expressed his shame for Wu Hong's behavior.

At this time, Leng Yu was sweating even more, and he began to feel unsure. Although he had never seen Luo Lan paint, he saw confidence in her calm expression. But why did she remain motionless? Could it be that she could draw any unexpected works at the last moment?

He couldn't figure out this out, but he was anxious for her in his heart.

The painter on the other side suddenly brushed and pondered. The white painting paper had already painted most of him. Although he did not look at Luo Lan, he could see the joy of victory in his face.

He consciously won this game with confidence.

At this moment, Leng Xi, who was sitting on the side watching, finally couldn't help speaking.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you write?"

After hearing his question, people began to whisper in the crowd, wondering why she didn't write.

Luo Lan glanced at Leng Xi and pursed her lips at him helplessly:

"The emperor's sister-in-law is a little inferior in painting, so I have to think about how to draw."

"But there is not much time left, and..." When he said this, Leng Xi looked at the painter who was painting, frowned and urged anxiously:

"And they're about to finish drawing, and it's too late if you don't do it."

Luo Lan then sat up straight, looked at the painter beside her, looked at Leng Xi like a sudden realization, and said exaggeratedly:

"Thank you for your reminder, brother."

Yan Luo then picked up the pen and began to paint on the canvas in front of her.

After a while, the time for a stick of incense came. Wu Hong raised his eyebrows proudly and stood up to announce,

"Time is up, two, please stop writing!"

At this time, the painter put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction. Luo Lan also put down the pen in his hand after applying the last stroke of paint.

At this time, Wu Hong waved his hand, and two palace servants stepped forward to lift the painter's painting. Everyone praised him after seeing it, and praised him for his wonderful strokes. After reading it, the emperor nodded and praised him.

"It looks like a picture of a fierce tiger going down the mountain. The tiger's eyes are lifelike and look like a real tiger, good, good."

After receiving praise from the emperor, the painter was naturally so happy that he could not hold on. He hurriedly clasped his fists and took a slight salute, "Thank you, the emperor, Miao Zan."

Leng Zi'an couldn't wait to praise the moment the emperor finished his words.

"Well, I am worthy of being the number one painter in the capital. This painting skill is really unmatched. I really opened my eyes today."

After saying this, he turned to look at Luo Lan, asking with a sarcastic meaning in his eyes:
Chapter completed!