Not long after Zhao Ruxi finished painting, someone shouted: "The time is up, please leave the contestants." ”

Zhao Ruxi has already packed up his things. Hearing this, she simply left the scene.

Zhang Xiuyan deliberately pretended to clean up his things, and after Zhao Ruxi left, he glanced at her painting.

At this glance, his whole body was frozen.

The mountains are majestic, the cliffs are like sharpening, the waterfalls are pouring down from the top of the mountain, the waves are splashing, the splashes seem to fall on you, and you can even hear the roar of the waterfall in your ears. This is not a painting, this is the magic of nature, which can shock people's souls, make people feel their smallness, the greatness of nature.

Not only Zhang Xiuyan wanted to see Zhao Ruxi's paintings, but also Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei behind him.

It's just that there is a cover from the people in front of them, and they can't see the whole picture of the painting clearly.

The playing field is surrounded by rope railings, but there is a gap in the middle of the east and west sides. When Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei left, they could have walked a few steps back directly and went out from the gap in the east.

But in order to take a look at Zhao Ruxi's painting, they didn't turn after going out from the right side of the seat, and walked straight forward, intending to bypass Zhao Ruxi's position, and then go around from north to west, and go out from the gap in the west after a half circle outside the playing field.

Walking in front of Zhao Ruxi's painting and seeing the painting, they were also shocked, as if someone had pressed the pause button and stopped in place, their eyes were dull, their lips were slightly open, and the expression on their faces was the same as Zhang Xiuyan.

The students of Guozijian, who helped to maintain order, saw that several people were about to leave, but after walking a few steps, they stood there without moving, their eyes staring at other people's paintings, they ran over and said to a few people: "Since you are leaving, please leave quickly, otherwise it will be treated as overtime." ”

After speaking, he specially reminded Zhang Xiuyan.

Hearing the word "overtime", Zhang Xiuyan and Lin Yunshen came to their senses.

Zhang Xiuyan picked up the things he had packed, forgetting that he could leave directly from the east exit, but mechanically followed Zhong Lei in a circle, and the shock in his heart couldn't calm down for a while.

It wasn't until he walked out of the examination room from the west gap and stood still outside that Zhong Lei spoke: "She can draw ...... It's just wonderful. ”

Zhang Xiuyan was silent.

Although there is no first place in literature and no second in martial arts, you can still see whether the painting is good or not. Especially those who are good at painting, what is a good painting and what is a bad painting, they all have a score in their hearts, and they can evaluate it at a glance.

Faced with Zhao Ruxi's obviously not the same grade as them, or even better than his master's paintings, Zhang Xiuyan really couldn't say it with a clear conscience.

Saying that Zhao Ruxi's paintings are not good, not only can not discredit Zhao Ruxi, but also makes people think that he is reversing black and white, jealous of his talents, and hateful.

In the face of such a powerful existence, Zhang Xiuyan knew that there was no hope for the first place.

He stood dejectedly for a moment, and was about to say hello and leave, when he heard a commotion in the corner on the right.

A few people looked up, only to see that the onlookers just now seemed to have been dispersed, and they were replaced by people who were obviously officials standing there, and an old man was standing there, pointing at Zhao Ruxi and saying something, looking very excited.

Lin Yunshen glanced at Zhong Lei, curious, and walked around quickly from the periphery, wanting to hear what was going on. Zhang Xiuyan also hurriedly followed behind.

As soon as they approached, they heard the old man shout: "Really, I am not mistaken, it is really the painting that the emperor auctioned at auction, and the price of the painting is the same as that of Mr. Deadwood, and it is worth 25,000 taels of silver." ”

"How is this possible? Anyone who can draw a painting worth 25,000 taels of silver should have already achieved fame, right? How is it possible to participate in such a competition? There were especially people next to me who didn't believe it.

"I can't be mistaken, I was sitting in the audience. I've seen it with my own eyes. It's impossible to forget such a painting for the rest of your life. There is no second person who can paint a picture like this. It must have been her, no doubt. ”

No one could really refute what he said.

Indeed, as long as you have seen a painting like Zhao Ruxi, you will be deeply shocked; After many years, I can't forget this shock. What the old man said may be true.

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Xiuyan couldn't help but say, "Impossible. How old is the Zhiwei girl? She has only been a teacher for half a year. No matter what, her paintings couldn't sell for such a high price. ”

The painting of Zhao Ruxi at the auction was so strange that it was very well painted, but no one knew who the author of the painting was.

The painting in front of him was painted by Zhao Ruxi, and Zhang Xiuyan recognized it. After all, he saw her draw it with his own eyes. said that Zhao Ruxi painted well and was better than him, and he also admitted it. This is a fact and cannot be refuted.

But to say that Zhao Ruxi's painting sold for 25,000 taels of silver, which was the same as Mr. Deadwood's painting, Zhang Xiuyan couldn't believe it anyway.

His master's paintings were sold for more than 3,000 taels of silver. No matter how good Zhao Ruxi's paintings are, they are not worth such a sky-high price.

Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei couldn't believe it.

Lin Yunshen muttered to Zhong Lei: "It shouldn't be possible, right? ”

Zhong Lei stared at Zhao Ruxi's painting and was silent.

"Ambition is not old, no ambition is empty to live for a hundred years. As long as the painting is good, what does it matter how old you are and how long you have been apprenticed? The old man retorted.

After speaking, he also looked at Zhang Xiuyan a few times, and immediately recognized Zhang Xiuyan's identity.

He snorted coldly in his nose and said, "You are that disciple of Mei Zhongjun, right?" Did you also participate in the competition? Don't you think your paintings are better than this one's? ”

He pointed to Zhao Ruxi's painting.

Today is the end of the year, and there are actually a lot of officials who come to the competition venue to see the excitement. It's just that because it started in the competition, in order not to affect the contestants, the officials did not come to watch, and the onlookers were all idlers who like to paint.

At this point, the game was over, and the officials came here for a walk. When the onlookers saw them coming, they all consciously avoided them.

Obviously, this old man came after Zhao Ruxi left, and he didn't know who the author of the painting was. But this delayed him from recognizing Zhao Ruxi as the author of the painting that sold for a high price at auction.

Mei Zhongjun's identity is similar to Kang Shilin, they are both from a family, but because they are obsessed with painting, they did not participate in the imperial examination, so they have no official position, and no title.

Zhang Xiuyan's identity is even worse than Mei Zhongjun and others. His family has a little money, but he is from a civilian background. Just because of his talent for painting, he was taken by Mei Zhongjun and accepted as an apprentice.

The old man has been to the auction, so he is naturally an official, and his rank is not low.

Usually faced with such a person, Zhang Xiuyan has always dared not say much.