"What?" his voice was a little low, and Mu Qingge, who was more focused on painting, couldn't hear clearly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Nothing. Rong Qingzhi glanced around and said, "Everyone is sitting and painting, why are you standing?"

"I draw a lot of space, and I can show it better when I stand up. Mu Qingge held the brush, and the tip of the pen rotated smartly under her hand, "They should be drawing strokes, not so casual, they need to be careful." ”

Rong Qingzhi asked curiously: "You chose to write part-time paintings, but is it because you are better at this?"

"It's not. Mu Qingge shook his head, "I'm better at fine brushwork." ”

"Then why did you choose to write with a part-time job?" Rong Qingzhi's brows twisted rarely, and he said incomprehensibly: "In fact, as far as the competition is concerned, gongbi paintings are actually more favored by the judges, and the first ones in previous years were all gongbi paintings." ”

After that, he said: "You are not good at gongbi painting, you are better at gongbi painting, why do you want to draw and write part-time?"

"Please, this is a competition! there's a time limit, okay?" Mu Qingge gave him a roll of his eyes, "If I draw such a large gongbi drawing, I'm afraid I will have to paint it until evening!"

"You can draw a little bit. Rong Qingzhi cautiously suggested: "Don't you see that everyone also draws a small one?"

"I don't like it. Mu Qingge's eyelashes are lowered, and her eyelashes are clear and sparse, "If you don't paint, you won't paint, if you want to paint, make yourself comfortable painting, you are not comfortable, what good painting can you draw?"

But you're really not good at painting now!

Rong Qingzhi glanced at Mu Qingxing, although he had already rendered three layers, but it was still a very blurry painting, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he endured it hard, so he didn't say this sentence.

However, he couldn't help but suggest: "It's only been about half an hour, in fact, you can start again and draw a fine brush." ”

"Why are you so verbose!" Mu Qingge couldn't bear it, this girl has been nagging her here for a long time, "Squeak like a sparrow, don't you bother!"

Rong Qingzhi was scolded, not annoyed, but just put on a grievance: "I'm also good for you, if you're better at gongbi painting, just draw gongbi painting, anyway, less than a quarter ......of an hour has passed."

"You know it's only been a quarter of an hour. Mu Qingge said angrily: "I just started painting, how do you know that I can't draw part-time tape well?"

She's just starting out, is it really appropriate to deny her painting so quickly?

"But ......"

"Get out!" Mu Qingge was neat, folded the paintbrush in his hand, and gritted his teeth: "If you don't roll, I'll beat you all over the ground to find your teeth!"

"Okay, I'll go, can't I go?" Rong Qingzhi was very helpless.

"Hmph!" Mu Qingge snorted coldly, and frowned when he saw that the brush that could render the fastest was broken, but he didn't say anything, he picked up the largest one in a large bundle of brushes, re-dipped the ink and began to render.

Rong Qingzhi noticed her frowning movements, and asked softly, "Do you want this king to ask for a relatively large brush for you?"

The length of the painting is relatively large, and Mu Qingge's painting is more laborious, so he has high requirements for concentration, and after picking up the brush again, he didn't pay attention to what he said.

Rong Qingzhi saw that her eyelashes were lowered, her cheeks were pink and red, her expression was focused, her eyes were calm, and she faintly revealed a calm and wise feeling.

Also, her posture of grasping the brush is very good, her fingers are white and beautiful, and the whole person looks pleasing to the eye.

Rong Qingzhi originally wanted to speak, but when he saw that a pair of narrow eyes that had been smiling all the year round opened a little at this time, revealing that his eyes were dark and deep.

He looked at Mu Qingge fixedly for a few seconds, but saw that Mu Qingge didn't mean to look up, pulled the corners of his lips, his eyes were dyed with a smile again, and he turned around and left quietly in a chic manner.

Mu Qingge didn't pay attention to Rong Qingzhi either, and drew his own.

Painting requires calmness and concentration.

Little by little, an hour and a half passed, and with two quarters of an hour left, the painter was finishing up the rendering of the last layer of color.

This is a written test of calligraphy and painting, which tests the painting and writing, so the requirements for words are not high, and there is no need to be original, only need to write a short poem on it, or the feeling of painting by yourself is immediate.

In the remaining quarter of an hour, the painters had finished their drawings and began to write inscriptions on their drawing paper.

Painting is important, and the writing of the inscription is also quite important, if a painting is painted perfectly, but the words on the painting are average, a painting is also quite ruined.

When everyone wrote the inscription, they were also cautious.

After finishing the inscription, he wrote his name and pressed the paper with a paperweight, and then he put down the brush carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

When everyone finished drawing, they couldn't help but look around.

Then, they all found that the five of them had already painted, and only Mu Qingge was still waving the brush quickly.

Yan Tianxiang looked at it, stood in place and couldn't help laughing, "Except for Princess Jue, we have already drawn it!"

The corners of Kuai Ziying's lips hooked obliquely, and she looked sideways at Mu Qingge, and then walked towards her.

As soon as she raised her feet, she saw Mu Qingge take a long breath, then put down the brush, picked up another brush casually, moved the paper slightly, and began to wave on one side.

Looking at Mu Qingge's posture, everyone thinks that Mu Qingge is writing an inscription.

She painted such a big picture, and she began to write inscriptions?

Yan Tianxiang and Kuai Ziying frowned, and the two of them walked towards Mu Qingge's side together.

It's okay to go over, this time, when I saw the painting in Mu Qingge's singer, I was stunned, and I covered my lips and stared at Mu Qingge's painting tremblingly.

When the contestants are painting, as long as it is within the time frame, no one is allowed to disturb them.

The two of them, Lord Huaqing and Qin Ziqing, naturally finished painting, but they did not go to Mu Qingge like Yi Tianxiang and Kuai Ziying, but stood quietly and gracefully, waiting for the game to spend the night.

However, the expressions of Yi Tianxiang and Kuai Ziying were too eye-catching, as if they had seen an impossible thing happening in front of them.

The two of them endured it, but they couldn't hold back, and when they saw that Mu Qingge had already started the inscription, they couldn't help but move closer to the past.

The two of them looked at it and were stunned.

The face of the county lord of Huaqing turned even pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "This, how is this possible?"

Qin Ziqing's eyes were fixed on Mu Qingge's paintings, and he couldn't say a word.

The expressions of the four people were too strange, and the judges in the audience glanced at each other, and couldn't help but be curious, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they walked on the stage one after another.

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