I Am a Corrupt Official, But They Say I Am a Loyal Minister!

Lin Beifan's eyes were complicated: "His Royal Highness the Third Prince, it's our turn again!"

The eyes of the third prince are equally complicated: "Yeah, things are unpredictable!"

Both of them sighed involuntarily.

The third prince glanced over: "Do you know what to do next?"

"Of course I do!" Lin Beifan raised his head and raised his chest: "His Royal Highness, the Third Prince, I will never let go of water! I will crush you with unparalleled strength, proving that none of you can beat the Great Yan!"

The third prince's face turned dark: "Lin Jijiu, almost got it!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I know what to do!"

The two began to draw comparisons while playing riddles.

Lin Beifan started writing first, picked up the brush, and quickly rendered it on the paper, quickly forming an outline.

The Third Prince didn't start to write, but looked at Lin Beifan's painting secretly from the corner of his eye.

He found that Lin Beifan has restrained a lot, and his writing style has become a lot more clumsy, so he nodded secretly.

In this way, it is much easier for him to win against Lin Beifan, and his normal play is enough to win.

Before Lin Beifan finished painting, he picked up the pen and splashed ink.

After all, this is painting, not writing. Painting takes a lot of time, and there is not enough time. We must hurry up.

The Empress and the civil and military officials all paid attention to their paintings.

"Lin Jijiu's style of writing seems to have become clumsy. It's not as smooth as it used to be, and it's done in one go..." An old minister frowned and mentioned it.

"This situation is normal!" An old minister sighed: "Whether it is writing or painting, it is extremely exhausting! Lin Jijiu has been holding on for nearly two hours from just now to now. is normal!"

"Yeah, everyone gets tired, and it's amazing that Lin Jijiu has been able to last until now!"

"If it weren't for the sacrifice, we would have already lost a crushing defeat. It's really hard to ask him anything!"

"If you lose, you lose, it's just a game!"

...

The Empress watched Lin Beifan paint while listening to the whispers of the officials.

My heart is full of hehe, will this guy be tired?

He is a dignified grandmaster, he is very physically strong, even if he fights for three days, he will not be tired!

It must have been secretly collected again!

No wonder it has been quirky from now on!

It was so realistic, I almost believed it!

About half an incense stick, Lin Beifan finished work.

Looking at his painting, he shook his head and sighed while moving his arms that were a little numb: "Today I'm too tired, this painting has played a little abnormally, and I may lose, alas!"

"Aiqing, you've done a good enough job today! If you lose this round, you lose, it's no big deal, just win back tomorrow!" The Empress encouraged earnestly.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your understanding!" Lin Beifan bowed his hands.

The third prince secretly glanced at Lin Beifan's painting, a smug smile on his face.

Based on the level of this painting, he is sure to win!

So, keep on painting.

On the side of Dayan, hope once again surged in his heart.

"Lin Beifan can't do it, this time we will definitely win!"

"Come on, Your Highness, we will win!"

"We can do it this time!"

...

At this moment, Lin Beifan, who had already come off, hooked his fingers.

Zhou Liuliu's virtual power, activated again!

In the clear sky, a huge thunderbolt suddenly appeared.

"噼.'"

The sound is huge.

The third prince, who was concentrating on painting, was stunned by the loud thunder.

The hand that was painting trembled, and a huge stain appeared on the paper, which looked very awkward.

Third Prince: "Fuck!"

"It doesn't matter, it's just a little more, there is still a chance to save!"

The third prince secretly warned himself to be calm and not impulsive, now that there is still time, it can be remedied.

So, he surrounded the stain and retouched it with a pen.

After a while, the magic was restored.

The third prince smiled smugly in his heart: "It's a small difficulty, it's so hard to beat this palace?"

After looking at the time, I continued to draw.

At this moment, Lin Beifan hooked his fingers again.

"Crackling"

Another thunderbolt!

The third prince was startled again, the hand trembled again, and another stain appeared on the painting.

Third Prince: "I tmd..."

At this moment, the third prince has the heart to scold his mother!

This thunder and lightning did not split early or late, but it happened to split randomly when he was painting. Is God having a hard time with him?

"It doesn't matter, there is still time, and there is still a chance to save!"

The third prince dipped a brush with ink and touched up the second stain.

The time for three cups of tea recovered again.

It looks a little blemish, but nothing major.

"Haha, it's still difficult for Ben Gong!"

The third prince continued to write and draw.

Lin Beifan drank tea comfortably while hooking his little finger.

"boom"

Another thunderbolt!

It's louder!

The third prince had already made some psychological preparations, but he was still stunned by the sound of thunder and lightning.

His hands trembled again, and a big stain appeared.

The third prince: "You × ×..."

Everyone looked up at the sky in confusion.

"How come it doesn't look like it's going to rain after so many thunderstorms?"

"The sky is so clear that you can't even see the dark clouds!"

"The weather is so weird!"

...

While the third prince cursed his mother in his heart, he used a brush to touch up the big stain.

However, this stain is too obvious, destroying the coordination of the whole painting, and it is not very effective to retouch it.

"It doesn't matter, you still draw better than Lin Beifan, and you can still win!"

He could only comfort himself like that.

Looking at the time, there is not much time left.

There was a little more nervousness in my heart, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on my face, and the speed was a little faster.

At this moment, another huge thunder sounded in the sky.

However, the third prince was used to it and was completely unaffected.

"Humph! Little thunderbolt, I can't scare this palace anymore!" The third prince was proud.

However, at this time, a gust of wind suddenly struck!

Blow up the paintings on the desk!

The three princes did not check for a while, and outlined them in one stroke, drawing a long thin line that ran through the entire painting.

It's like a slender scar on the face, which is particularly ugly.

The third prince: "I @#..."

It's all scolding from the country, and it can't be broadcast!

He really wanted to kill!

What the hell did he do, God wants to treat him like this?

Say it, I'll change it!

Does it make sense to torture me like this?

As a last resort, we can only modify this thin line immediately to minimize the influence of this thin line.

At this time, thunder sounded again in the sky.

"boom"

The third prince's hand trembled again, and there was another failure on the paper.

Third Prince: "..."

Time passed by unwittingly.

At this moment, the referee said loudly: "Time is up! Please stop the writing of the third prince of Dayan!"

"Wait! I'll be fine soon..." The third prince said anxiously while drawing.

The referee said loudly: "Please stop writing immediately, Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, or you can only be judged to lose!"

"Alas!" The third prince put down his pen helplessly.

His paintings were hung up by the referee for everyone to appreciate and comment on.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this picture!

Especially the representatives of Dayan!

"Your Highness, did you really draw this?"

"Why does it look so clumsy, this is not your usual level!"

"Your Highness, how are you..."

...

His Royal Highness the third prince covered his face in shame: "Don't talk about it! When I was painting, I was disturbed by thunder from the sky, and then another gust of wind struck, so I accidentally wrote it! This is already the best I can do. Yes!"

"¨々 That's what it is!"

"But with this painting, can we win?"

...

Everyone was full of confidence at first, but after seeing this painting, they became uneasy.

"There should be hope!" The third prince held his last hope.

At this point, everyone started voting.

"I vote for the wine sacrifice! Although the pen power of the sacrifice wine has decreased, the overall look of the painting is very neat and comfortable, much better than that of His Royal Highness the Third Prince!"

"I also voted for the wine sacrifice. His Royal Highness the third prince has made too many mistakes. The old man doesn't like it very much!"

"I voted for the third prince. Although there are many failures, he is very good at handling! The overall level seems to be a bit better than the sacrifice wine!"

"I also vote for the third prince!"

...

In this way, you vote for me, and the final result is—

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince of Dayan got 32 votes, Dawu Lin Beifan got 45 votes, so Dawu Lin Beifan wins!"

"Finally, in the painting competition, Dawu wins!"

The Third Prince Dayan and others closed their eyes in pain, and they lost again.

The Dawu side cheered.

"Our Dawu has won again!"

"Winning 4 games in a row, a brilliant victory!"

"Sacrificing wine is great!"

...

The third prince looked at all this with despair on his face.

I paid so much, even at the cost of bankruptcy, and finally lost, the blow was too great!

The body was a little swaying and shaky.

The crowd was shocked.

"His Royal Highness Third Prince, what's wrong with you?"

"Why are you so pale?"

...

His Royal Highness the Third Prince touched the cool chest and said painfully, "I lost another game, and this palace feels uncomfortable!"

"Your Highness, it's not your fault, who would have thought the weather was abnormal?"

"We didn't lose to Dawu, but to God's will, don't take this matter to heart!"

"Your Highness, cheer up, you can't fall!"

"You are our pillar, you must stand up for us!"

...

Feeling everyone's care, His Royal Highness the Third Prince felt warm in his heart, and showed a reluctant smile: "Thank you for your comfort, Ben Gong feels much better!"

At this time, Lin Beifan's wild laughter came over: "I've been playing out of order, yet you still can't win? You Da Yan are too rubbish, the rubbish makes this official look at it differently! Haha!"

His Royal Highness the Third Prince vomited blood: "Pfft!"

On the same day, the news that Lin Beifan led Dawu to win two games in a row quickly spread.

The whole people cheered and sang and danced Joe.

"We won again!"

"Winning 4 games in a row, it's so beautiful to win, the sacrifice is awesome!"

"Who dares to say that we can't do great martial arts in the future?"

...

The delegation from the Dayan side lost their minds and felt very uncomfortable, and their hearts and spirits were beaten.

The third prince couldn't say anything to comfort him, because he was the one who was hurt the most.

Paying such a huge price, not only did you not get a good result, but you lost even worse than yesterday, and you are even more embarrassed!

And two times in a row, they both lost to him!

I have the heart to want to die! .