The talented contestants need to compose a poem to match each other with their paintings.

In response to the poem, at this time in the cold winter and the first snow, presumably everyone will take winter and snow as the key to poetry and painting, Shen Yanjun on the field did not mention the pen for a long time, which seemed a little abrupt among the contestants.

After An Ling finished drawing the last stroke, he threw an arrogant look at Shen Yanjun, saw his clean answer paper, and laughed:

"Shen Gongzi, there is a time limit for the competition."

For the sake of this person's first participation in the event, he kindly reminded him!

Shen Yanjun raised his pen and dipped it in ink, and waved the dripping ink towards the white paper, and his momentum felt like he was driving the clouds.

Her pen was dotted left and right, and her gestures were smooth, and An Ling didn't see the slender and slender hand clearly, only feeling dazzled.

Helian Qi also looked at her intently.

Just now, the young man had been standing on the stage without moving, and he thought that Shen Yanjun was stumped by the test questions.

"The time for a stick of incense is coming soon, please pay attention to the time limit."

Luo Xian ordered everyone in the stands to glance at it and kindly reminded.

On the stage, Shen Yanjun was the only one who was writing his pen, and the others had already drawn and were writing poems, all of them looking like they were meditating.

The inscription of the poem is the most difficult step.

"It seems that Prince An Ling is the leader of this year again!"

Looking at An Ling, who put down the brush on the stage, Mrs. He couldn't help but applaud and slapped her ass with a smile.

As long as An Ling comes to participate in the Taoli Festival, the leader must be him, he is handsome and good at learning, and he is a veritable genius of Shu County.

"Haha, that's right. The Tang family sent such a junior out, which was also a bit embarrassing. In the past, Tang Zhi was able to complete poems and paintings within the specified time, but this ......"

Tang Zhi was not angry: "The time for a stick of incense is not over yet!" ”

Everyone stared at the burning incense, and when the last drop of its incense ash fell, Shen Yanjun dropped the last stroke, and the painting was perfectly baked.

"It's time!"

The judges went over to collect the paintings, looking at the same snow scenes, he shook his head secretly, and when he came to An Ling, his eyes lit up.

An Ling's painting is a scene in the city of Shu County, with small vendors holding their arms on the roadside to keep warm, and beggars begging on the street, all of which reflect the normality of the people in Shu County in winter.

The judges felt very good, looked at An Ling with appreciation, and secretly said that he was worthy of being a genius in Shu County.

When receiving Shen Yanjun's paintings, the judges frowned and said regretfully: "The title requires a poem to respond to the scene, alas... This digresses, right? ”

Now it's a harsh winter, but Shen Gongzi has painted a work of revival of all things?

Although it looks exquisite and good-looking, it will definitely be in the eyes of the judges in the spring, but it is off topic!

Shen Yanjun smiled silently: "Sir, just take it." ”

The judges put away the painting strangely in their hearts, and the young man smiled mysteriously and looked like he was holding the victory, which was unpredictable.

Could it be that there is a hidden mystery in this painting?

Everyone in the audience saw Shen Yanjun's works, paintings where everything is like spring, and Mrs. He pouted:

"Could it be that we are not in the same place as Shen Gongzi? He spends spring, we live winter! Poof......"

Later, she burst out laughing.

The other noble ladies didn't hold back either, and then covered their mouths and laughed.

Liu Yuanwai sneered: "A yellow-haired boy who can't even tell the season!" ”

Helian Qi shook his wine glass gently, turned his head and glanced at Yan Feng, "Is it cold here?" ”

Yan Feng replied seriously: "It's not cold." ”