The onlookers in Wenqu Yuan looked at the five judges on the stage in puzzlement, because the state of the five of them at the moment was really unreasonable.

The five of them looked at Jing Zetian's paintings blankly, and no one spoke to discuss, just in a daze.

Jing Zetian still maintained the demeanor just now, as if everything was under control.

"Ahem" Zhao Chongde was the first to wake up from Jing Zetian's work, coughed lightly twice, and the four people next to him also returned to their normal expressions one by one.

"I don't think there's any need to look at the other four's work." Yan Shigu suddenly said that he wanted to end this competition quickly, so that he could ask Jing Zetian for this new style of painting.

"Ahem, I think so." Kong Xiang naturally had no objection at all, he now felt that Jing Zetian being his personal student made him feel a lot of pressure.

"This is not good, although I originally chose Jing Zetian, but after all, there are four other people who are competing, I can't wait so hastily, it's not fair to other competitors." Ji Fang expressed a different opinion on the side, but he still felt that it was better to be safe.

"Well, what Dr. Ji said is reasonable, let's wait for the other four people's works to read and make a decision." Zhao Chongde's words can be regarded as completely giving this matter a given.

Although Yan Shigu and Kong Xiang were a little reluctant on the side, they didn't argue any longer, anyway, they were just delaying for a while.

Jing Zetian was idle, so he looked east and west, and shifted his gaze to other Zhao Su's works.

Zhao Su also chose to paint, but he painted landscape paintings, and the eyes of the other three Jing Zetian couldn't reach it, so he didn't bother to look at it.

The incense in the small incense burner quickly burned out one after another under the attention of the spectators from the outside.

As the ashes of the last incense stick are scattered, it indicates that the time for the final round of the competition has ended.

"Hey, almost." One of the contestants sighed and said that it should be that the work was not completed, and it seems that the time for the five incense sticks is still a little insufficient for him.

Zhao Su let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and then shook his wrist vigorously.

One by one, the works of the four of them were presented to the judging table.

The spectators from the sidelines tilted their necks and pointed their toes one by one, trying to see the work of the five people, but it was obviously in vain.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, if you haven't seen Jing Zetian's works before, the works of several others are still very good, but the reality is cruel, with Zhuyu in front, the five of them have no intention of appreciating the works in the back.

Zhao Chongde and the five of them exchanged works very neatly and quietly, but none of them commented.

"Huh? Why didn't these five judges speak up? ”

"Yes, when the first work was presented just now, the demeanor of the five of them was a little weird." A sharp-eyed passerby said.

"The more they are like this, the more I will be in a hurry, what is the result to say something."

People outside the venue are talking in private, and the scene is a little noisy at the moment.

"Okay, we shouldn't have to discuss it anymore, let's just Jing Zetian." Zhao Chongde said loudly, although he wanted his son to win this competition, but Jing Zetian's work was too good, and he couldn't clearly favor his son.

"Well, I have no objection." The other four said in unison.

After Zhao Chongde got the reply from the other four, he stood up and said loudly: "I announce that the final winner of this Wenhui competition, Jing Zetian!" ”

Zhao Chongde's sudden decision made everyone in the audience very shocked and puzzled.

The onlookers were waiting for the five of them to comment, who knew that the results would be announced directly, and the most exciting review part of the Wenhui competition was directly skipped.

Zhao Chongde saw the various expressions of the people in the audience, and naturally knew the reason for their appearance, and said in a deep voice: "In the last round of competition, the five of them chose painting, poetry, and calligraphy, and finally we unanimously chose Jing Zetian. ”

After Zhao Chongde finished speaking, he directly instructed Guo Chun to find ten servants and show the works of the five to people outside the venue.

When the works of the five people were unfolded and lifted up by the servants together, the eyes of everyone on the field were attracted by Jing Zetian's works for the first time, including the other four people who competed.

The face of a peerless woman appeared in the eyes of everyone, the man was obsessed with it, and the woman was moved. Qiu Xiang and Li Shishi on the roof also clearly saw the painting on the paper, and Li Shishi looked at the portrait of the woman on the scroll with a shocked, happy and stupid face.

At this time, Yang Zhanfei, who had been sitting and sleeping for almost the entire cultural meeting, shivered and woke up because of a cool breeze. When he opened his big eyes, he saw Jing Zetian's paintings directly, and then looked at Li Shishi beside him in a daze, and asked in confusion: "Shishi, why did your face appear on the paper?" ”

"Haha, you big man, the poems were drawn on paper by my Royal Highness." Qiu Xiang looked at Yang Zhanfei's cute appearance and laughed heartily. At the same time, he was thinking about how to ask Jing Zetian to draw a picture for him when he turned around.

The eyes of the people in Wenqu Yuan have been firmly attracted by Jing Zetian's works, and the works of the other four people have been ignored.

Everyone's eyes walked out of Jing Zetian's paintings, and then shifted to Jing Zetian's words, and their admiration for Jing Zetian's words had not yet begun, and they were once again attracted by Jing Zetian's poems.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. The people on the field subconsciously read Jing Zetian's poem.

As the first person read it aloud, one person after another was reading the poem.

Although the three Qiu Xiang on the roof couldn't see Jing Zetian's poem clearly, with the neat recitation of everyone, the content of this poem also reached their ears.

"Wow, although I only know words, I can feel it, this is a beautiful poem." Qiu Xiang said with an intoxicated face.

"Hmm." Li Shishi's face was full of emotion, although he didn't understand why Jing Zetian painted him and matched it with such beautiful verses, but this did not prevent her from fantasizing and being moved by beautiful things.

Jing Zetian likes this feeling very much, in his previous life, he always fantasized about doing an unusual thing for his beloved woman, but he was hindered by reality and never completed it. But in this life, God gave him a chance to meet a woman who fell in love at first sight, and he also had the ability to do something that moved the other party, which also fulfilled his former wish.

The other four people who competed were not disheartened at the moment, but were full of admiration, and under the absolutely strong advantage, they were convinced to lose.

In this way, this literary meeting was a perfect experience for Jing Zetian, and for Li Shishi, it was a beautiful memory that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.