The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"What? Master Li hasn't announced the start yet?" Sheriff Luo Chuannan asked.

Everyone present had already seen the plight of the Earl of Fuyang's mansion, but they didn't seem to have prepared any manpower?

Play this trick again, or hide it like before?

Luo Chuannan's urging was because he didn't want to give him time to prepare. The loss in the first game was already unexpected, but it can't be like this in the second game...

"That's right, Mr. Li is ready, why didn't you announce the start?"

At this time, the envoy sent by Xuan Pinghou also spoke.

This made Li Jitong's expression a little ugly. He originally wanted to spend more time with the Earl's Mansion.

After all, there is only one stick of incense in the competition.

Still have to paint, this time is too tight.

And they didn't even have people in place.

What is this Wang Dingchang doing?Li Jitong cursed secretly.

"Zhou Qing," Wang Kang called out.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"There is a jug of Dukang Baijiu in the dark pavilion on my carriage, go and bring it to me!" Wang Kang ordered.

"Why do you want wine?" Lin Yuyan asked in surprise.

"Yes," Zhou Qing replied.

Wang Kang did not explain, looking at Yang Xiuwen who was triumphant in the field, his face became more and more cold.

Now he is basically sure that Su Zhe's cousin's accident is likely to be rescued by him.

Wang Dingchang shook his head. Could it be his son who wanted to drink to calm down because he was in a bad mood?

It's just that this occasion is a bit inappropriate!

"Master Kang, where are you people from the Earl's Mansion? Why aren't you playing yet?" At this time, Dong Hui jumped out again.

"You don't know yet, the other woman next to Young Master Kang is a talented woman from Yongzhou, so she can naturally paint."

"Haha, Young Master Kang can only rely on women, but talented women from Yongzhou can't compare to Young Master Yang!"

Several people scrambled to ridicule again.

"Master Li, what are you waiting for?" Luo Chuannan saw Li Jitong's intentions and asked again.

There was no other way, Li Jitong announced with a low sigh, "Now, the painting competition begins!"

All eyes were on Wang Kang.

"Yuyan...you go!" Wang Dingchang said with a serious expression,

"Okay!" Lin Yuyan also knew that there was no one else but her at the moment, and it was better to lose than to have no one.

"No need!" Wang Kang pulled Lin Yuyan to stand up and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it!"

Chapter 151 Playing in person, the ratio of painting!

"Are you coming?" Lin Yuyan was stunned and asked in surprise.

"En!" Wang Kang nodded.

"Kang'er, are you serious?" Wang Dingchang asked in surprise.

"Father, do you trust me?"

"This..." Wang Dingchang hesitated a little, and then said solemnly: "I believe in you!"

"Then what about you?" Wang Kang looked at Li Qingman and Lin Yuyan.

"No matter what Young Master Kang does, I... believe it." Li Qingman said with a faint smile.

Lin Yuyan also smiled, "Do it, I believe you will surprise everyone like before!"

As she spoke, she glanced at Dong Yiwu on the other side with her beautiful eyes and said softly, "As you often say, hit them hard in the face!"

"Okay, it's enough to have your trust! Let me meet this little painter for a while!" Wang Kang said proudly, and then walked off the stage calmly.

"What is he going to do?" Seeing this scene, Dong Qian asked suspiciously.

"He doesn't mean...to play in person!" Dong Hui's eyes widened!

"Really, you can see that he is walking towards the painting table!"

"Haha, I laughed so hard! A prodigal son wants to compare with Yang Xiuwen in painting?"

"Is this trying to smash the jar? If he knows how to paint, I'll eat all the paint!" Dong Hui laughed.

Dong Yiwu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said: "This field is stable, Wang Dingchang, sooner or later this prodigal son will be ruined."

On the high platform, Li Jitong was also stunned. What was he doing? Although he was optimistic about Wang Kang, he didn't believe that Wang Kang could beat Yang Xiuwen in painting.

"This is really..." Luo Chuannan shook his head and said, "Is Wang Dingchang really gone? Let his prodigal son play!"

"This son is the prodigal son of Wang Dingchang." The envoy sent by Xuan Pinghou said with a smile to Luo Chuannan: "So Yang Xiuwen will surely win!"

"Naturally," Luo Chuannan nodded, "Xiuwen has the title of little painter!"

Only Zhengwen looks at Wang Kang with deep eyes, and someone like Fuyang Tabloid may have a different kind of surprise.

Wang Kang seemed to have not noticed the ridicule of other people's views, so he went straight to his painting table and sat down calmly.

"So you are the one who wants to compete with me?" Yang Xiuwen asked suspiciously.

"So what?" Wang Kangmin glanced at him and said coldly.

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing Wang Kang's response, Yang Xiuwen burst out laughing, he couldn't even straighten his waist. After a while, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and pointed to Wang Kang and asked.

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

Wang Kang looked at him coldly, "Do you still want to lose two teeth?"