According to the rules of the competition, each painting will be bound to a huge wooden board hanging on the spot, so that everyone can appreciate it, and at the end of the ceremony, the paintings will be auctioned to be used as funds for the next New Year's Festival, which is also the last major climax of the New Year's Festival. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tao Jiaoge drank a few large sips of tea before she smoothed out her breath, and heard the referee in the competition field shouting her number.

When she hurriedly bound the canvas, the others had already occupied a favorable position, and her paintings were squeezed into a remote corner, and I am afraid that by the time everyone had finished admiring them one by one, she would have already been aesthetically fatigued.

Luoyu couldn't help but be a little anxious, and asked softly, "Miss, what should I do?" ”

Tao Jiaoge smiled faintly, waved the teacup in her hand unhurriedly and said: "Rain, isn't Sister Rou also next to us, the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, let's see." ”

Lord Shirou stood beside Jiaoge, rubbed Jiaoge's hair and said with a smile: "A good sentence of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and let them fight." ”

"Sister Rou is right, and let them fight, the paintings are different songs and dances, there is no need to be pretentious or flattering, everything but speak according to the works"

Tao Jiaoge smiled back, and looked intently at the picture of "The Vast Earth" introduced by the No. 1 contestant, and this person actually drew the same question as Tao Jiaoge.

As each contestant introduced his paintings one by one, the crowd applauded, among which the peony competition of the lord of Shirou was astonishing, and the danqing was smudged, and the shade was appropriate, which was in response to the sentence "Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom."

Of course, in this era of the Great Wu Kingdom, no one knows such a beautiful poem, Tao Jiaoge asked herself, her painting skills are definitely not as good as the lord of Shirou, the layers of peony in full bloom, through the unique smudging skills of brush painting, jumped on the paper.

Tao Jiaoge understood that as the last to appear, she had to face the aesthetic fatigue of the audience and the huge pressure of the Peony Map, the lord of Shirou County, so she took a deep breath and walked to the center of the stage.

The giant tree has already slowly descended, Tao Jiaoge's paintings have been covered with white cloth, the audience can not see for a while, first it was a novelty, and then because of all kinds of exquisite paintings, it is slowly forgotten, at this moment at first sight of the white cloth, curiosity is provoked again.

"Eh, this painting is not the right size!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and finally found a clue.

After he shouted this, everyone realized that the last painting, except that it was covered with a white cloth, it was shorter than the others, but it was longer than the others.

What you want is to be different and unexpected!

Tao Jiaoge smiled confidently, and then grabbed the white brown covered outside and said: "Oil painting, lonely smoke in the desert!" ”

The white cloth fell, and everyone who looked at the painting couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God, the desert is right in front of my eyes!"

"Yes, it's real! It comes to life! ”

"No, no, no, you see, the smoke seems to move! Drift to the left! ”

"What, do you have a problem with your eyes, it's obviously floating to the right!"

Yang Fuzheng straightened up in surprise, rubbed his eyes, and then asked, "Prince, is it old and dizzy, why do you think that smoke is drifting forward?" ”

The prince also looked at the giant oil painting with a look of surprise and said, "Taifu, why do I think it floats to the left front?" ”

For the first time, Lord Shirou forgot to be shy, but stepped forward in surprise, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he carefully withdrew his hand, and exclaimed: "Oh my God, I have never seen such a color scheme, just yellow, at least seven variations have been used, and what is the matter with this pigment, why, it is actually protruding from the canvas!" Is it because of this special pigment that it gives people a sense of reality and immersion? Is it called oil painting? ”

Just like a child sees a beloved toy, a woman sees a dream luxury bag, and a man drives a sports car of tens of millions, the lord of Shirou at this moment is fanatical, she carefully studies a corner and does not let go of the past, and only hears her scream in half a voice: "Good poem!" Peerless poetry! ”

No one thought that Lord Shirou, who was gentle on weekdays and didn't even dare to say a word out loud, would scream twice in a row, so with Lord Shirou's gaze, they all looked at the blank space in the upper right corner of the painting. A wild line of books landed here.

"Conquer Peng out of Wusai and return to the wild goose into Rongtian. The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. ”

With Ao Pan'an's magnetic low voice reading, with the yellow sand in the sky, the ruins of the broken walls, the vast desert, the dead and silent sea of sand, majestic, quiet, and the eternal yellow.

A wisp of smoke went straight into the air, as if to bring a trace of life to this piece of dead silence, once this life is generated, it is difficult to die, this is the boundless desert, the reverence and love for life.

Under that wisp of smoke, a white-haired old man stood alone on horseback, as if he was not standing in the yellow sand, but on a roll of yellow blanket, pointing to the sky with his right hand, ordering the goshawk to circle, and the fierce dog to surrender, he shook lightly, and smashed the huge yellow carpet, and the wind blew, raising the sky full of smoke and dust.

"Look, there are still words in the picture!"

"The old man talked about juvenile madness. The left leads the yellow, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat mink Qiu, and the thousand horses roll Pinggang. In order to repay the city with Emperor Wu, he shot the tiger and watched Taizu. The wine is still open. Sideburns are slightly creamy, so what's the matter! In the clouds, when will the black feather be sent? Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the wolf! ”

"Good words! A once-in-a-lifetime good word! How could this word have been written by a six-year-old girl! ”

"I'm ashamed! The ambition of life is not as good as a general horn child! Look northwest, shoot the wolf! I'm going to put pen to paper from Rong! ”

"Black Feather? Could it be that this word is written about An Lehou's black-feathered cavalry! ”

"This painting is mine, I am the secretary of the ministry, everyone give me a face!"

"Cut, Siwei is amazing, huh? I want this painting from King Kangping! ”

“……”

The people in the audience were extremely noisy for a while, from the initial shock to the later competition, the auction seemed to have started in advance, and all the officials and princes surfaced like a man in the market, rolling up their sleeves and fighting on the street.

Ao Pan'an walked to the front of the painting, as if looking at the rare treasures, muttered to himself: "The book and the picture are completely combined, if you don't look carefully, this good word, it seems to be a desert, look carefully, and can be distinguished from the countless sand, this poem, the word is a work that can be passed down through the ages, even if the painting is not brilliant today, it should be the leader!" ”

"No, no, no, vice president, you missed it, look at the light smoke rising from all directions, there are different directions, this painting is the pioneering work of a new genre!"

The county lord of Shirou had an expression of insulting the gods, and looked at Ao Pan'an with a sad face.