But others pointed at their noses and scolded, and Zhang Xiuyan had to prove his innocence no matter how much he didn't dare.

He blushed and dared to shout, "I don't." I didn't think I could draw well. I just want to say that the painting at the auction can't have been painted by Miss Zhiwei. She is only a little girl of fourteen or fifteen, no matter how talented she is, how can she compare with Mr. Deadwood? ”

At this time, two other officials came. Hearing the dispute between the old man and Zhang Xiuyan, the two looked curiously at Zhao Ruxi's painting. At this look, the two were also so shocked that they couldn't speak.

The old man knew them. Both of these are officials of the household department, and one of them is the household department Shangshu Qi Xugu.

He hurriedly bowed to Qi Xugu: "Lord Qi, why don't you come to see the painting too?" ”

Qi Xugu stared at Zhao Ruxi's painting as if he hadn't heard it.

It wasn't until the old man called him twice that he looked at the old man blankly as if he had woken up from a dream, and his expression was still a little unhappy, as if he was disturbed to look at the painting very unhappy.

The old man hurriedly saluted: "The old man is Tang Zhongming of the Criminal Department, and he had a dispute with Mei Zhongjun just now. The old man felt that this painting was painted by the same person as the painting that sold for 25,000 taels of silver at the first auction. But the little brother said it couldn't be. The old man thought that Lord Qi should have also gone to that auction and seen the painting, so he asked Lord Qi for verification. ”

Qi Xugu glanced at Zhang Xiuyan and nodded: "This painting is the same hand as the painting at the auction. ”

Before he finished speaking, someone came over again, pointing to Zhao Ruxi's painting and shouting: "Ah, this painting is the same style as the painting taken by the emperor, isn't it the artist's painting?" ”

Tang Zhongming looked at Zhang Xiuyan and didn't speak again, just snorted lightly, raised his chin slightly, and had an expression of "That's the case, the old man won't argue with you".

Zhang Xiuyan couldn't care about Tang Zhongming. He heard everyone say that this painting was the one at the auction, and the whole person seemed to have been beaten by someone with a sledgehammer, his eyes were staring at Zhao Ruxi's painting, and he was stunned in place, with a deeply shocked expression on his face.

Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei are no better.

Seeing this, the official who came with Qi Xugu was a little sympathetic.

He patted Zhang Xiuyan on the shoulder and comforted: "It is undeniable that there are geniuses in this world. We are ordinary people, don't compare ourselves to geniuses, otherwise you will feel that you will not be able to live. ”

It's okay not to say this, but Zhang Xiuyan was hit even harder.

He is humble in front of others, but because his paintings are really good, he has always been sought after, and he feels that he is a genius in his heart, and there are few people in the world who can draw to the left. Even if there were, it wasn't the same age as him.

Now that he is said to be an ordinary person, tell him not to compare with geniuses, how can he accept it?

But now everyone says that the painting was painted by Zhao Ruxi. The group of people who came later, obviously all participated in the auction, looking at Zhao Ruxi's paintings, after being shocked, it was like solving a thousand-year-old mystery, and they were all excited, completely ignoring the image of the official, and dancing there to discuss.

I heard that the author of this painting is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, and someone came to Zhang Xiuyan for verification: "Is it really a little girl who painted this painting?" Very young? Smaller than all of you? Did you see this picture with your own eyes? ”

Zhang Xiuyan didn't want to speak.

But these are all officials, and Tang Zhongming also recognized his identity. If you don't speak, you are offending others.

He had to pull a stiff smile from the corner of his mouth and said, "It's true that I watched Miss Zhiwei draw it with my own eyes." The Zhiwei girl is not very old, only fourteen or fifteen years old. ”

"Can you draw something like this at the age of fourteen or five? What was I doing when I was fourteen or five? The man said in a trance.

Obviously, Zhang Xiuyan was not the only one who was severely hit.

Zhang Xiuyan felt very bored, and whispered to Lin Yunshen and the two, "Let's go." ”

But now that the three of them are surrounded by people, how easy is it to go out? These people in front of them are all officials in the DPRK and China, and they don't dare to squeeze others, they just hope that others will let them go.

But when I came to look at the painting, my eyes were staring at the painting, and the whole person was stunned, not noticing the three of them at all, let alone making people conscious. The three of them walked for a long time, but they didn't take a few steps.

At this time, all the contestants have left the venue. Kang Shilin and the five of them were sitting in the shop next to them drinking tea, but at this time they were also invited out and began to judge the paintings.

When the officials saw them enter the scoring process, they all quieted down and did not make a noise, so as not to disturb the five judges in scoring. But they didn't go, they all stood where they were.

Although everyone was sure that the author of the painting and the painting at the auction was the same person, it was never confirmed.

Everyone said that this painting was painted by a girl named "Zhiwei", and Zhiwei was a new disciple of Mr. Deadwood, and now that Mr. Deadwood was present, they naturally wanted to ask Mr. Deadwood for verification.

But Kang Shilin and others, in order to avoid the situation of "Zhuyu is in front, everything else is garbage, and all of them have zero points", they all started to judge in the lower left corner. That was the lowest ranking at the time of the rematch. commented in turn, and the last one came to Zhao Ruxi.

Everyone can only wait patiently.

Zhang Xiuyan couldn't leave, and now that they saw the start of scoring, the three of them gave up the idea of leaving.

They wanted to see how many points their drawings could get and how several judges judged their paintings.

Fortunately, there were only thirty people in the final. Kang Shilin and others are experienced and experienced, and they know whether the painting is good or not, how many points are appropriate, and the score is very fast. However, the effort of a meal was rated as Zhao Ruxi and Zhang Xiuyan.

Kang Shilin is old, senior, and anxious, and he doesn't need to take care of others when doing things. Others are still grading more than a dozen, and he has already rated all the paintings.

But this year is about the little apprentice, and it is inappropriate for him to rush to the front and score Zhao Ruxi first, and it is easy to be criticized. He was patient and followed behind Peng Guoan slowly.

Peng Guoan is upright and a real gentleman, he didn't think much about it when he saw this, and went all the way up at his own pace.

When Zhong Lei saw him standing in front of his painting, his whole heart lifted.

"Six." Peng Guoan Road.

Zhong Lei was like a deflated ball, and he suddenly withered.

The voices of several people reporting the score were not low, and everyone present could hear it. Compared with others, Zhong Lei's six points are actually not low, and even the three people in front of him can enter the top ten.

But Zhong Lei's ears were full of officials' praise for Zhao Ruxi's paintings, and when he heard these six points, he was inevitably depressed.

Peng Guoan had already walked forward, stood in front of Lin Yunshen's painting, glanced at it, and said, "Six out of three." ”