He suppressed his slightly trembling body, opened his mouth, and was about to question loudly, when someone suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, and a familiar voice came from his ear: "Don't worry, wait." ”

It was the voice of his master, Mei Zhongjun.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Xiuyan's nervous, scared, and helpless emotions were suddenly soothed.

He turned his head, showed a stiff smile to Mei Zhongjun, and called, "Master." ”

"Wait until all of them are done." Mei Zhongjun said.

Zhang Xiuyan nodded heavily.

Lin Yunshen was originally standing beside Zhang Xiuyan. Hearing the conversation between the master and apprentice at this time, he couldn't help frowning.

He looked at Kang Shilin, then at Zhao Ruxi's painting, and looked around, looking for Zhao Ruxi's figure.

Zhao Ruxi was standing not far away, and the red clothes were so conspicuous, Lin Yunshen saw her at once.

He quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked towards Zhao Ruxi.

When Lin Yunshen withdrew, he didn't notice that this street had been infiltrated by a group of disguised imperial guards, and martial law was imposed everywhere.

Immediately, a person with a noble temperament led a few subordinates, cleverly opened the way from the front few people, calmly entered, and stood in the front row in the upper right corner of the arena.

At this time, everyone's attention was on Kang Shilin and the others, and they didn't see that it was Xiao Qi and his party who were wearing regular clothes who came at this time.

As an emperor, for the sake of the safety of the society, Xiao Qi never put himself in danger, so as not to be assassinated by assassins and cause a shock in the country. He had never set foot in such a lively place.

But the last time Xiao Lingyan went to him to see the painting, he accidentally mentioned that Mr. Deadwood's little apprentice Zhiwei Jushi also participated in this year's talent competition, and I don't know if he will draw a painting that can compare with the auction painting during the competition.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qi couldn't stay in the palace today.

Anyway, it's a holiday, and the ministers don't need to go to court, and there are not many political affairs piled up in front of his case, let alone worry.

Moreover, he came to see the painting temporarily, and left after seeing the painting, and he didn't stay for a long time, even if someone wanted to rebel, he couldn't react for a while.

So he sent someone to inquire, and knowing that even if the game was over, he immediately got up, planning to come out to see Zhao Zhiwei painting on the spot.

It was winter, and everyone was wearing thick clothes. Xiao Qi was wearing regular clothes, and a hooded cloak was gathered on his body, covering half of his face. Such a dress is not conspicuous in a group of people. Gonggong Xie and other attendants all made disguises.

Therefore, until the group stood in front of the fence, the courtiers who were quite familiar with Xiao Qi every day were stunned and did not recognize him.

Xiao Qi saw Zhao Ruxi's painting at a glance.

At this glance, his eyeballs could not be pulled out.

He likes to paint, and Zhao Ruxi's painting style pierces his heart the most. If Xiao Qi arrives in modern times, he will know that there is a sentence that best describes his mood: "This is my dish." ”

The idea of owning the painting came to me all at once.

Well, anyway, my cousin promised to send him another painting of Zhao Zhiwei. Since there is a ready-made one here, he is not picky, so he will just take this one.

Fang Jingye, who was ranked behind Kang Shilin, didn't know that the emperor had arrived here, and even decided to take Zhao Ruxi's painting into his pocket.

He walked up from behind and reported the score all the way.

The scores he gave were looser than Peng Guoan and Kang Shilin, Zhang Xiuyan and Lin Yunshen's scores were both seven points, and finally Zhao Ruxi's painting was also scored ten points.

Over there, Lin Yunshen had already walked in front of Zhao Ruxi at this time, arched his hand at her and said, "Miss Zhiwei, there is something to tell you below." ”

Zhao Ruxi glanced at Zhang Xiuyan in the crowd, and frowned imperceptibly.

She also saw Lin Yunshen and Zhang Xiuyan standing together just now.

Wu Zong also looked at Lin Yunshen scrutinically.

Zhao Ruxi showed a polite smile, raised his hand and gave Lin Yunshen a salute back: "Brother Lin has something to say, please speak." ”

Lin Yunshen glanced at it, as if he wanted Zhao Ruxi and the others to find another place to talk.

Zhao Ruxi looked at him with a smile as if he couldn't understand his hints, waiting for him to speak. Wu Zong and Gong Cheng stood aside and didn't say anything.

Lin Yunshen had no choice but to dispel his thoughts and said to Zhao Ruxi: "I heard Zhang Xiuyan's conversation with his master, and they felt that it was unfair for Mr. Deadwood, as a master, to give such a high score to his apprentice. For a moment they may question the fairness of the game. ”

The smile on Zhao Ruxi's face remained unchanged, and there was no change in mood at all.

She bowed her hand politely: "Thank you, Brother Lin, for coming and telling me." ”

Seeing this, Lin Yunshen was a little discouraged, returned a salute to Zhao Ruxi, and arched his hands towards Gong Cheng and Wu Zong, and said, "The words have been finished, and I will leave in the next place." ”

As he spoke, he turned and walked in the other direction.

Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, Wu Zong smiled: "This kid is a talent. The smile was not in his eyes.

Lin Yunshen came over to say this, nothing more than that Zhao Ruxi's momentum was unstoppable, and none of her masters and brothers were unstoppable.

On the other hand, Mei Zhongjun's master and apprentice, Bai Kang Shilin came to scold him and shook out all the dirty things he did behind his back, although his paintings were good, he was criticized by others, and his reputation was not very good. Although Zhang Xiuyan has some talent in painting, it is nothing compared to Zhao Ruxi.

Therefore, Lin Yunshen is here to trade his name, intending to befriend Zhao Ruxi.

With today's informant friendship, when we meet in the future, Zhao Ruxi naturally doesn't want to ignore him, and maybe he will be close to him.

In order to prevent Zhao Ruxi from being confused by this kind of person, Wu Zong analyzed Lin Yunshen's intentions with Zhao Ruxi.

Zhao Ruxi said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't worry, 'Those who are right and wrong are not people', I still understand this truth." ”

Only then did Wu Zong put his mind at ease.

Seeing that the last judge over there also walked to Zhao Ruxi's painting, Wu Zong said, "Let's go, let's go." ”

They will face wind and rain for a while, and they will naturally not let the master bear it alone.

However, after Xiao Qi came over, that corner was guarded by the Imperial Forest Army disguised as ordinary people, and the three of them wanted to squeeze in, but they were blocked by others, and they couldn't squeeze in at all.

Helplessly, the three of them had to turn in one direction, to a place far away from the corner, and then squeeze into the crowd.

The squeezed person was originally unhappy, but turned his head to scold, and saw that the people who came were Wu Zong and Gong Cheng, and there was a little girl in red beside him, guessing that it might be Zhao Zhiwei, so they closed their mouths and turned sideways to let them in.

The three of them squeezed inside and just stood still, when they heard Mei Zhongjun shouting: "I think this judgment is very unfair." Master Peng is Zhao Zhiwei's in-law, Mr. Deadwood is Zhao Zhiwei's master, and Mr. Fang Jingye and Zhou Wenbai have learned charcoal portraits from Zhao Zhiwei. Several people have a lot to do with her. ”