Jing Zetian quickly cut the charcoal on the table one by one, the strange-shaped charcoal, under his skillful hands, one by one turned into an arrow-like appearance, especially the tip, which was dealt with by Jing Zetian, too sharp and easy to cut the paper, too thick and not easy to depict finely, but Jing Zetian has rich experience in pruning, and this problem was easily solved by him.

When everything was ready, Jing Zetian did not hesitate, held his breath and began to paint, once he entered the work, Jing Zetian's state immediately became extremely devoted, completely different from the casual appearance just now.

Jing Zetian's eyes were engrossed in looking at the paper on the table, because it was not a brush drawing, so the paper he ordered the servant to take was coarse paper, which was relatively thick and not easy to be scratched, but the color of the paper was a little yellowish, but this did not affect the effect of the sketch in the slightest.

Jing Zetian's immature little hands were already black because of the contact with the charcoal, but he didn't care about these details at all. Holding a charcoal pen in his right hand, he quickly waved it on the paper, this time drawing his own goddess, so he couldn't scribble like a painting zigzag plow.

On the drawing paper, a person's facial outline has appeared on it, sketching has very strict requirements for shape, structure, proportion, perspective, light and shade, although Jing Zetian is self-taught, but he still has a good grasp of these basic elements, not to mention that there is no sketch in this era, only he is the only one.

At this moment, the other four people who competed also began to create their own creations, and the four of them did not choose musical instruments or anything like that, they all sat at the table, holding a brush to write and carve something on their own paper.

At this moment, the third incense burner is already burning in the small incense burner, and on Jing Zetian's table, Li Shishi's face has jumped on the paper, as if it is like a real person, vivid, and at this moment, Jing Zetian's little hands are already full of black carbon shavings.

"Whew, it's done." It took two sticks of incense to draw Li Shishi's face on paper. Just now, he was engrossed in painting, Jing Zetian's forehead was already covered with fine sweat, he subconsciously wiped it with his hands, the sweat was wiped off, but he dyed the black charcoal on his forehead, Jing Zetian reacted too late, but he didn't care about these details.

Jing Zetian carefully admired his paintings, and secretly looked up at Li Shishi on the roof, in contrast, he thought that his paintings still did not discredit Li Shishi's beauty, and then, Jing Zetian did not rest, and picked up the brush on the table, next to the portrait, wrote in a handsome font, 'The clouds want to dress and the 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. This poem was made by Li Bai, a poet in the previous life, Jing Zetian felt that this poem was more appropriate with this painting at this time, so he did it directly, and then signed his name at the end of the poem without a trace of mental obstacles.

"Okay, now it's completely finished, the paintings, the poems, the calligraphy, the three things are enough for me to win the first prize of this literary meeting." Jing Zetian thought smugly in his heart.

Jing Zetian stood up happily, raised his immature face, and was drinking tea and chatting on the stage, seeing Jing Zetian's face black, he almost squirted out the tea in his mouth.

Zhao Chongde slowed down, and immediately instructed the servants on the side: "Hurry up and take a clean handkerchief for Jing Zetian." ”

"Hehe, Your Highness has done it so quickly, and your Highness is still the most powerful." Qiu Xiang squinted her eyes and said with a grin.

"I don't know what is written on the paper of your Highness's table?" Li Shishi's eyes looked hard at Jing Zetian's desk, but after all, the distance was a little far, and she couldn't see the content on the paper clearly.

Jing Zetian felt as if someone was looking at him behind him, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind, and Jing Zetian, who turned his head, directly collided with Li Shishi's gaze.

Li Shishi saw Jing Zetian looking back at her, and felt a little embarrassed, so she hurriedly lowered her little head, leaving a golden hairpin flashing in Jing Zetian's pupils.

Yo, I said that I felt that someone was watching me, it turned out to be poetry, and it seemed that what I had done today was worth it, and I had successfully attracted the attention of the goddess. Jing Zetian thought with satisfaction.

Qiu Xiang on the side saw her Royal Highness looking over here, and waved her hand happily, she had good eyesight, and she also saw Jing Zetian's dark face.

"Huh? Shishi, look at the face of His Royal Highness of my family, like black charcoal. Qiu Xiang held back a smile and shared with Li Shishi the embarrassment of His Royal Highness.

When Li Shishi heard Qiu Xiang's words, she raised her head curiously and looked at Jing Zetian's face.

"Poof" As soon as Li Shishi saw Jing Zetian's black face, she couldn't help laughing, and that smile seemed to be the sun had lost its brilliance.

Jing Zetian naturally saw Li Shishi smiling, but he didn't see it too clearly, and he didn't see her beauty at the moment.

But for Jing Zetian, it was worth it to be able to make his goddess smile.

Just when Jing Zetian was in a daze, the servant also brought a clean handkerchief to wipe his face.

Jing Zetian divided five by two, and after simply cleaning up the black charcoal on his face, he asked the servant to present his painting to the table for judgment on the stage.

In fact, at this moment, the judges on the stage were shocked by Jing Zetian's dark appearance just now, but they were looking forward to Jing Zetian's works even more.

Jing Zetian still had traces of black charcoal on his face, bringing a different sense of maturity to his immature face, he stood there with his head held high, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his delicate and handsome face had a smile that did not overflow, looking at the judges on the stage confidently.

The judges on the stage, except for Ji Fang and Liang Luowen, who don't know Jing Zetian's identity, may not be too expectant of his works, Kong Xiang, Zhao Chongde, and Yan Shigu are quite expectant in their hearts.

Jing Zetian's work was placed on Zhao Chong's table, and the five people who were idle on the stage hurriedly gathered together to admire Jing Zetian's work.

Unlike Yan Shigu, Kong Xiang and the four of them were the first to be attracted by Jing Zetian's calligraphy and poems.

In the first round of calligraphy competition, they were all impressed by Jing Zetian's characters, but only Yan Shigu looked at the name on the paper scroll and knew that it was Jing Zetian's characters.

"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. Kong Xiang's eyes were obsessively and gently reciting Jing Zetian's poems, and everyone else, except for Yan Shigu, was intoxicated by the beauty of this poem.

Yan Shigu was trapped in Jing Zetian's paintings, Yan Shigu had seen Li Shishi, when he saw Jing Zetian's painting for the first time, he knew the identity of the woman on the painting, he naturally did not fall into Li Shishi's beauty, but Jing Zetian's sketch painting method, as a master of calligraphy and painting, he had never seen such a strange painting method.