Wen Shiran couldn't dodge, most of the cup of herbal tea was splashed on her face, she stood in place, the tea flowed down her cheeks, and the makeup that had just been put on was suddenly mushy, and it took her a long time to recover from the shock, and her heart almost erupted with fire: "You...... You're ......"

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment, both surprised by the unscrupulousness of the wind and light, and pity for the embarrassment of Wen Shiran.

Wen Hao was even more stunned when he saw Wen Shiran being splashed with water, and stammered: "Crown Princess, you are ...... What does this mean? ”

Wen Shiran's maidservant hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the water stains on Wen Shiran's face, and Wen Shiran forced herself to calm down for a long time, and said: "If the princess doesn't dare to compete and admit defeat directly, Shiran will never be persecuted, why do you bully Shiran so much in public?" Could it be that because the crown princess is a royal person, she can hurt people's face so without scruples? ”

Feng Qingxu said with a smile: "Obviously, Miss Wen asked me to paint in the style of dreaming back to the city, and said that whatever I requested, nothing was allowed, I just made some preparations, Miss Wen must not misunderstand." ”

As he spoke, Feng Qingxu calmly walked to the white paper behind Wen Shiran, and when Feng Qingxu poured tea on Wen Shiran, a small half of the tea fell on this paper, and the white paper was wet in many places because of the cup of tea just spilled, and it was full of mottled water stains.

However, Feng Qingxu did not let people change the paper, but simply poured the ink in the inkstone directly onto the paper.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't know what Feng Qingxu was going to do, could it be that the crown princess went crazy today, why was she splashing water on people's faces, and pouring ink directly on the paper?

Seeing this, Wen Shiran sneered: "What is the crown princess doing?" Is it disgusted that my Wenjia's paper and ink are not easy to use? But it doesn't have to be so bad, right? ”

Feng Qingxu didn't answer, after pouring the ink on the paper, the ink was somewhat easy to smudge because of the water stains, Feng Qingxu picked up the pen and began to smear and outline on the paper, but it looked like a child scribbling on the paper at will, there was no regularity at all.

Wen Shiran only looked at Feng Qingfu coldly, she wanted to see what kind of fame Feng Qingxu wanted to make in such a situation.

Feng Qingxu kept his hands in his hands, and said lightly while painting: "I have been a playful person since I was a child, I don't like painting the most, and I hate those paintings that are limited by color and composition, so my master told me that the most important thing in painting is the state of mind, no matter what you want to paint, the important thing is to paint what you think in your heart, and you don't have to stick to any form." No matter how good the color matching of a painting is, no matter how exquisite the composition is, if there is no thought of the painter in it, then the painting has no soul. My master didn't teach me much about painting, but he cultivated my state of mind for painting, and Master said that no matter how good a person's skills are, if his mind is broken, he will never be able to paint a good painting......

When everyone listened, they all nodded secretly, and they thought that Mr. Lin was really worthy of his reputation, and even his disciples were different from each other.

When Wen Shiran heard it, she felt that her face was hot, and her words seemed to imply that she had a bad mind to suppress her, and everyone still looked quite agreeable, Wen Shiran couldn't help but hate it in her heart.

The wind is applied quickly, seemingly randomly, but very attentively.

Her eyes are as deep as an ancient well, rippling with waves that no one can see, and her face has a jade-like luster, and her attentive demeanor makes people unable to look away.

Her wrists rotate very flexibly, but each stroke is very steady, and every stroke of her is confident, as if the whole picture has already been presented in her mind.

Until her last stroke fell, it was only half a pillar of incense.

Feng Qingxu looked at his painting and put down the pen in his hand very satisfied.

Everyone hurriedly gathered around to watch, but they all fell silent in an instant, just staring at the painting in front of them.

Xiao Yuning was surrounded at the front, and he stared at the painting in front of him quietly, shocked in his heart.

He had never seen a light wind paint, nor had he ever seen such a way of painting, but the painting presented in front of him now made it impossible for him to express the shock in his heart in words.

It was a picture of a lotus flower, but the wind did not outline the lotus with other colors, and the whole picture had only one color, that is, the purest ink color.

The lotus leaves are rendered with large pieces of deep ink, but the petals of the lotus flower are stretched out with water stains in a minimalist brushstroke, making the lotus look ethereal and timeless, as transparent as the wings of a dragonfly, and as pure as crystal. The fragrance is far away and clear, and the pavilion is pure and planted, which can be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

If it is said that the peony picture dyed by the poem is suitable for all ages, elegant and vulgar, then the ink lotus picture with light wind is lonely and proud, sacred and cold.

The peony dyed by the poem is the national color and heavenly fragrance that blooms in the world, and the ink lotus that is light in the wind is the gathering spirit fairy thing under the Guanyin seat, which has long been out of the chaos of the world and is fragrant alone in the sky.

The wind gently brushed away the dust on his body, smiled at Wen Shiran, and said, "Miss Wen, I agreed." ”

Wen Shiran was stunned and speechless, the two paintings were put together, and the judgment was made, what else did she have to say?

Only then did everyone come back to their senses and look at the face of the wind in amazement.

They originally only knew that the crown princess was born in the rivers and lakes, and her body was only like an eight-year-old child, and she never attended any banquets, but she was inferior, and they didn't know much about her.

Now it seems that the crown princess in front of her is not only unparalleled in appearance, but also talented, and the person who can draw such a masterpiece cannot be as reckless as rumored.

Xiao Yuning looked at the wind lightly, the light in her dark eyes was as dazzling as starlight, so that he was reluctant to turn his eyes away, he saw the vigorous vitality from her again, it seemed that nothing could stop her from shining, no one could stop it......

At this time, someone said: "If there is no poem to reconcile this painting, it is a pity, please add a poem to the princess." ”

Everyone responded one after another, hoping that the whole poem and painting would be completed by the breeze.

The wind was light and silent for a moment, the light in his eyes flowed, as if he thought of something, the corners of his mouth curved into a very gentle arc, and he picked up the pen and quickly wrote two lines of poetry in the lower right corner of Mohetu.

But what she used was not the hairpin flower that her daughter was accustomed to, but a very chic and elegant flying white, with strokes like meteors crossing the sky, hearty, but looking forward to life.

"Good!" The crowd cheered in unison.

"The crown princess's hand is flying white, and I am afraid that no one in my Tianyuan Dynasty can match it."

Some people let out a burst of emotion, and others immediately agreed.

The wind was light but he didn't smile, and he just put down the pen calmly.

Everyone looked carefully, and the flying white characters in the lower right corner were clear - if you have the red dust and the old man, why not say that the white bones are like lotus flowers.