After the words fell, there was a dead silence all around, only Duanmujun smiled and looked at Duanmufei without surprise. Naturally, my sister's drawing is the best!

The others were dumbfounded for a moment.

In other words, the second son of Wen just now was made against Duanmu Fei?!

The faces of all the women could not hide their shock, and even Chu Qingyu, who had been staying out of the matter, looked at her in surprise and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Most of the girls just now looked at Duanmuqi's "Dancing Sword Picture", although it is not a peerless masterpiece, but as a temporary improvisation, in terms of Duanmuqi's age, it can be regarded as a good product.

Duanmu Qi's pupils shrank sharply, he couldn't believe his ears, and blurted out: "How is this possible?!" ”

Between the words, she strode towards the bookcase where Duanmufei's painting was placed,

Congzhen's expression was a little stiff, and he continued to say in a hurry: "Wen Er Gongzi said that the paintings of the fourth girl of Duanmu are dripping with ink, like a miracle. And the painting of the second girl of Duanmu, he ...... when he heard the second son He just said 'fair.' ”

Fair.

The perfunctory meaning in these two words can be seen.

The other girls looked at each other in shock. Just now, they only glanced at the beginning of Duanmu's splashing of ink, and now they only remember that the black ink was messily distributed on the drawing paper......

What did Duanmu shuang paint, so that he won the praise of Wen Ergongzi as "like a miracle"? !

Han Xinghuo stood up and walked towards Duanmufei's bookcase, and the other girls also surrounded her curiously.

Duanmuqi stood in front of the bookcase, looking at the painting on it in a daze, her little face was almost pale, without a trace of blood, and her forehead even began to drip cold sweat, as if she had seen something that shocked her.

The other girls were even more curious when they saw this, and they all craned their necks to look over, and everyone present gathered around this small bookcase.

The room fell silent again.

The paintings on the mahogany scroll Ganoderma lucidum are all made of ink, without any other colors, but just right.

This painting does not need color, black, gray, and white are the best ways to express it.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the painting in a daze, it seemed to have a peculiar charm that frightened people's hearts.

The seemingly messy and distorted splash of ink formed a mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles on the drawing paper, heroic and wild, and then paved out the already broken and colorful city wall with various random methods, and the broken wall was ruined, and a soldier in armor still stood on the city wall, proudly blowing the horn.

Then, the gray clouds above had already pressed down, and it seemed that another "storm" was coming......

And this time, will the seemingly crumbling walls be able to withstand the next enemy attack?!

Many girls were touched, and I don't know how long it took, but one of them slowly sang: "The heavenly soldiers go to the north to the wilderness, and Huma wants to drink in the south." Heng Ge has fought from a hundred battles, and he has been very gracious. ”

Miss Li Er walked out of the crowd and solemnly said to Duanmu Feifu: "Fourth Miss Duanmu, your painting is eclectic, but it has a unique charm, which makes me admire!" ”

Most of these ladies they were born in the capital, grew up in the capital, and traveled for a day or two on weekdays, and the farthest they went to see the good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and how could anyone have gone to such a remote place as northern Xinjiang, the vast and tragic scene in this painting is by no means something that they can imagine as a boudoir woman.

Last month, the emperor had summoned the orphans of the northern Xinjiang soldiers into the palace, Duanmu Fei and Duanmu Fei were also among them, these two girls grew up in the border city of Northern Xinjiang since childhood, the picture painted on this painting is precisely because of the personal feeling, so Duanmu Fei can not stick to the painting skills to show the magnificence of the method of splashing ink.

At this moment, they all understood why Wen Er Gongzi would make a long bow just now, and he respected not only Duanmu Fei, who painted, but also the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country over there!

At this time, another girl went to see Duanmuqi's painting again, and she felt a little boring, those compositions, those techniques were not surprising, most of the ladies present could still paint one, but Duanmufei's painting was by no means imitation.

In their opinion, this frontier map is Duanmu Scarlet's feelings, and secondly, it is also encounterable but not sought, and again, I am afraid that there may not be such a just right artistic conception!

This time, Duanmuqi lost, undoubtedly.

"Then ......" Duanmu Fei tilted his head to look at Duanmu Qi, who was bloodless, and asked, "Second sister, can you admit defeat?" Her dark eyes seemed to be filled with broken light, and she smiled lovely.

Duanmu Fei is not splashing ink for painting, in fact, many people today have seen Chu Qingci's paintings, and even used them to copy, ordinary paintings, it is inevitable that there will be traces on the brushwork, composition, and color.

Moreover, after all, her time to become Duanmu Fei is still short, the original body is not good at painting, and she can't do it overnight in just over a month.

Splashed ink painting not only tests skills, but also seems to be the least needy, and the momentary perception can bring soul to the painting, and it is appropriate to use it here.

It's just that I seem to be bullying the small again......

Duanmuqi's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes were full of turbulence, and her soul seemed to be constantly falling...... Fall into the bottomless abyss.

Of course, she didn't want to admit defeat, but she also knew in her heart that if she lost, even if she was judged by others, the conclusion would be the same!

The surroundings fell silent again, and everyone's eyes were focused on Duanmuqi, as if flames were burning her.

Duanmuqi gritted his teeth, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "Fourth sister, I lost." ”

These simple words seemed to exhaust all her strength.

Duanmu Fei looked at Duanmu Qi quietly for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said in a crisp voice: "Second sister, don't worry, we are sisters, even if you lose, I won't let you call yourself a fool here." ”

After this sentence fell, the hall was in an uproar.

All the girls understood at once, it turned out that this Duanmu second girl not only took the initiative to compete with her sister in the next room, but also set such a bet, this is really too narrow-minded, right?

Thinking about it, the girls' eyes and expressions also became meaningful.

This Duanmu second girl originally wanted to embarrass the fourth Duanmu girl by condensing dew, but she didn't expect it to be self-defeating, but she lost face to herself!

Duanmuqi's face turned red and white, white and blue, blue and purple, she really couldn't stand everyone's eyes like sharp arrows, and suddenly ran in the direction of the stairs with her skirt......

"Girl! Girl! Her maid hurried after her, and the footsteps soon became farther and farther away.

Han Xing was still hesitant to catch up, but he didn't want to whisper to her: "Your Highness, just now the prince of Anding Hou's Mansion lost a villa on the outskirts of Beijing to Jun Shizi, and Jun Shizi asked the slave to remind His Highness, don't forget that His Highness promised to testify to him......"

This...... It's ridiculous! They bet that they even tricked themselves to testify against them?! Han Xing couldn't believe his ears, and looked in the direction of the small garden unhappily, but saw Jun Ran walking in the direction of the teahouse. He seemed to feel her gaze, looked up in her direction, a big smile on his face, winked at her, and strode away.

Not only Han Xing was looking at Jun Ran's departing back, but there was also a gaze.

Chu Qingyu frowned slightly, staring at Jun Ran without blinking, until his back disappeared at the entrance of the teahouse......

Wrong?!

Jun Ran is gone, but why hasn't "he" come yet?!

Why didn't Feng Yan come?!