"Ladies and gentlemen, the topic of the first round of painting competition is to distribute pen, ink, paper and inkstones to all sons in the ancient temple in the deep mountains."

Master Li announced the title of the competition.

Immediately after that, a few girls immediately began to distribute pen, ink, paper, and inkstones to everyone in the room.

"Brother Wenda, the guest of honor for the master girl this time must be you."

"Of course, Brother Wenda is a famous talent in our Bianjing City, and it can be said that he is a masterpiece of poetry and painting!"

"Speaking of which, Brother Wenda and Miss Shishi are indeed a match made in heaven."

"Then we have to congratulate in advance."

A group of people surrounded a young and handsome young man, and the man was also shaking a fan, and his face was full of pride.

Zhang Heng said to Feng Bao while spreading it on the table, "Who is that person?" A sissy. ”

"He is the son of Fu Yin, Yuan Qingdong, and he is also a bit literary in Bianjing City, and he has attracted a group of sycophants, what does it mean to say that the sissy cannon?"

Feng Bao asked curiously.

"It's like a."

Zhang Heng replied casually, and then began to think about how to draw this ancient temple in the deep mountains.

Feng Bao nodded approvingly, and said, "He is indeed like a girl, by the way, can you draw it?"

"I'll give it a try!"

After Zhang Heng had a plan in his heart, he immediately picked up the brush and drew on the paper, only to see the tip of the pen dancing happily on the paper, smooth and handsome.

At this moment, many people in the Chunfeng Building are struggling to paint, calligraphy and painting, one by one, racking their brains, just to be able to win a smile from the beauty.

After a stick of incense, several maids also began to collect the picture scroll and handed it to Master Li in the wing.

"Miss, look at these so-called talents, what they draw is almost the same, just a hidden temple painted on a mountain, how can these people be worthy of being the guests of the curtain sent by Miss!"

The maid Xiaoya looked at the picture scroll on the table, and her face was uneven.

"Xiaoya, don't be rude."

Master Li looked at these paintings with great interest, and from these paintings, we can see the character and talent of the painters.

At this time, Xiaoya took another painting and said, "Miss, this is Yuan Gongzi's painting, but it is somewhat interesting."

Master Li took a look at the painting, and saw that the painting was a group of mountains, there was a looming ancient temple on the mountain, and there were several monks carrying water under the mountain, and she also shook her head gently after reading it.

Xiaoya hurriedly asked, "Miss, are you not satisfied?" I think that this Yuan Gongzi's painting style is also very mature and unique, and it is also considered a masterpiece among these paintings. ”

"Yuan Gongzi is self-defeating, the ancient temple in the deep mountains, the key is in this Tibetan character, he painted the ancient temple in this painting, this is the biggest failure."

Master Li threw the painting in his hand aside.

"Miss, look at this painting, it's very interesting, just an old monk collecting medicine on the edge of the cliff."

Xiaoya handed over another painting.

"Zhang Heng, Zhang Shengming."

Master Li looked at the signature on the painting, and a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, Xiaoya's voice sounded: "Miss, I have heard of this person, he is a poor painter."

"Take out the painting! The first place is this Zhang Heng Zhang Gongzi. ”

Master Li commanded.

"Miss, Yuan Gongzi is also a talent, and he is still the son of Fu Yin, what is that Zhang Heng, it is not worthy of Miss to be like this."

Xiaoya hurriedly persuaded her.

"Xiaoya, do it."

Master Li showed a trace of anger on his face.

Xiao Ya saluted and immediately walked out with the painting.

At this time in the lobby, people are excitedly discussing whose painting can win the first place, after all, it is about who can enter Master Li's boudoir at night.

"Guys, the winner of the first contest has appeared."

Xiaoya walked over and placed the painting on the table.

"It must be Brother Wenda, it needs to be said."

Everyone also congratulated Yuan Qingdong one after another.

And Yuan Qingdong also stood up and arched his hand towards everyone, with a smile on his face, it was also a good story to be able to spend a good night with the first Oiran in Bianjing.

"After the appraisal of my young lady, the first place was won by Zhang Heng's son."

Xiaoya announced the result to everyone.

"What? Who is Zhang Heng? Haven't heard of it. ”

When the people heard this, they couldn't help but start talking about it.

"I know who Zhang Heng is, a poor scholar who paints people on the street."

One stood up, a sneer on his face.

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people also burst into laughter.

Immediately afterwards, someone stood up and said to Xiaoya: "Brother Wenda is a famous talent in Bianjing, how can he not compare to a poor scholar, are you young lady dazzled!" ”

"This is the incarnation of the two sons, which is better and which is worse, everyone knows it at a glance."

Xiaoya also hung out the paintings of Zhang Heng and Yuan Qingdong.

Immediately, everyone also surrounded and kept looking.

"Although Brother Wenda's method is more delicate, the theme of this competition is the ancient temple in the deep mountains, and the key is that in this Tibetan character, Zhang Heng is indeed superior."

"Although the ancient temple in Wenda's painting is cleverly hidden, it is still a little redundant."

"In terms of artistic conception, Zhang Heng's paintings are indeed better, there must be monks in temples, and the place where medicine can be collected can obviously only be in the mountains."

"I didn't expect Yuan Qingdong to lose to a poor scholar who was painting on the street, I don't think his title of a great talent is worthy of his name!"

Yuan Qingdong heard everyone's discussion, and his whole face couldn't help but darken, letting a poor scholar step on his head, he couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

At this moment, Feng Bao patted Zhang Heng's shoulder with a smile and said, "Brother, you are the first to sigh, I didn't expect you to be able to win against Yuan Qingdong's mother.. Sissy, this word feels so well used! ”

Zhang Heng smiled slightly, as long as he won the first place in the second competition, he would be able to get ten yuan of money.

"You are Zhang Heng?"

At this moment, Yuan Qingdong walked over and looked at Zhang Heng with cold eyes.

"I am, what's wrong?"

Zhang Heng thought about what this kid was doing here.

Yuan Qingdong opened his mouth and asked, "I don't know where Brother Zhang's painting skills are so high?" ”

Zhang Heng picked up a piece of pastry on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "Self-taught"

"Haha, self-taught, Zhang Heng, do you know that Brother Wenda studied under Master Qin Hua of Siyuan Academy! He is a contemporary calligrapher, and Brother Wenda's future is unlimited. ”

One of them also laughed, and patted Yuan Qingdong's ass vigorously.

And Yuan Qingdong is also very useful, and his head is about to go to the sky.

"It's my business!"

Zhang Heng glanced at him, he knew that this era attached great importance to the inheritance of master and apprentice, but these had nothing to do with him, and now he only had the ten yuan in his heart.

"You.. How can you be so rude and insulting, it's really not a gentleman's doing. ”

After Yuan Qingdong heard his foul language, he also reprimanded him sharply.

"I'm not a gentleman"

Zhang Heng directly stretched out his middle finger to him.

Yuan Qingdong was also confused when he saw his action, and he didn't understand what it meant.

At this time, Feng Bao next to him asked curiously, "Brother, what does this mean?" ”

"What this action means is that you're a piece of."

Zhang Heng explained.

"You're, haha."

Feng Bao also smiled very happily.

Hearing this, Yuan Qingdong felt as if he had been humiliated, and his body trembled with anger.

"Brother Wenda, don't worry about this insulting person, it's insulting to your identity."

Others also persuaded Yuan Qingdong away.

"Sample, this sissy still wants to find fault, I can't kill him."

Zhang Heng continued to eat pastries, he was a new youth in the 21st century, and he didn't care about these ancient dogmas and etiquette at all.