"With the theme of 'The Woodcutter's Dwelling Hidden in the Mountains', each of them made a picture for me to see." Luo Fu took a sip of tea and said casually.

Ah Li breathed a sigh of relief in a complicated mood.

Although the girl only followed the eldest son to learn painting for a few days, the painting skills are not good, but the painting book is not less seen on weekdays, and now I can still pin my hope on the sentence "I have never eaten pork and seen a pig run".

It's better to write nine out of ten words in an article, and the other is most likely to be written incorrectly—she had just imagined the situation, and even if she imagined the girl to be so radiant, she still felt quite ashamed.

"Within an hour."

Luo Fu put down the teacup and added on a whim.

Zhu Xizhou frowned slightly when he heard this.

An hour?

What kind of painting can be made in just one hour?

Is it really a child's scribble?

Such requests are more like making fun of them than tests.

is so freewheeling, acting in no order, and there is no elder demeanor between words and deeds, no wonder he has a reputation for eccentric personalities.

If it weren't for the important things to inquire, he really didn't want to deal with such a senior, let alone go to great lengths to entrust the proprietor of Wuliu Pavilion to facilitate today's convenience.

Zhu Xizhou sighed softly.

No matter how ridiculous the request may be, he has to win.

He's also sure he can win.

The servant named Poria had prepared paper and ink, and ordered his men to bring two small cases.

Ah Li hurriedly stepped forward to polish the ink for her girl.

Zhu Xizhou's servant also stepped forward to serve the pen and ink.

The little guy grinded the ink and glanced at the direction of Zhang Meishou's master and servant, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Although his son-in-law is young, he has already spread his reputation in Suzhou, and his poetry, chess and painting are unmatched among his peers.

What's more, the other party is just a little girl who came out of nowhere.

If you want him to say, it's not worthy to lift shoes for his son-in-law.

Ah Li's unconcealed eyes at the little guy, a cold contempt appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, he sharpened the ink quickly, and he was extremely skillful - what can't you lose!

When the little guy saw it, he also sped up the movements in his hands.

But in the end, it was Ah Li who grinded it first - this is due to the fact that she has been practicing basic skills with cotton continuously in recent days, and her strength has increased greatly.

"Girl, the ink is finished, can you try to make it too thick?"

Ah Li gently pushed the inkstone to Zhang Meishou's hand, squinted at the little guy whose wrist was sore and still insisted on grinding quickly, and there was a sneer unique to a strong man on his lips-

Hehe, the garbage that doesn't measure up to her is also worthy of being compared with her?

Hmph, she gave the girl a good start first and won a lottery.

The little girl's face was ugly, and his sore wrist shook accidentally, and a few drops of ink splashed on the drawing paper that Zhu Xizhou had just laid out.

Zhu Xizhou frowned and looked at him.

The little guy bowed his head in fear: "Childe forgives ...... sins"

"Concentrate on it."

Zhu Xizhou had no choice but to re-lay the paper.

At this time, he glanced in the direction of Zhang Meishou, and saw that she had rolled up her sleeves and picked up the pen, stepped on the pedal, bent slightly in front of the desk, and looked serious when she put down the pen.

When Zhu Xizhou just felt a little presentable, he glanced at her wrist that didn't seem to be using force, and realized that he was thinking too much.

Only beginners can draw with the strength of their fingers.

After the little guy had finished polishing the ink, he thought for a moment before he put pen to paper.

Compared with his distraction and meticulousness, Zhang Meishou seems to be much more relaxed.

About half an hour later, Zhu Xizhou suddenly heard the sound of putting down his pen.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw that Zhang Meishou had ordered Ah Li to hand over the painting to the servants on the side.

"Please sir." Although Zhang Meishou's voice was soft, it was calm.

It's just that only she knows that this calmness is not out of confidence in her painting skills, but because of the gold leaves in her purse.

Regardless of whether she can win or not, but today's Luo Fu's painting, she has to do it.

What kind of temperament is eccentric, likes to be quiet, and doesn't want to be disturbed - I really like to be quiet, why do you come to this Wuliu Pavilion with great fanfare? Wouldn't it be better to stay at home? If you can't do it, go to the mountains and squat for half a day, not only quiet, but also cultivate sentiment.

Combined with the attitude of the shopkeeper at the beginning, she was even more sure of her guess.

cough, no matter how good your talent is, no matter how proud your temperament is, if you want to eat, you still have to come out for business.

Besides, maybe she still has her grandfather's back door to go through—

Zhang Meishou was bound to win, and Zhu Xizhou felt that he had a chance to win.

Towards an hour, he happened to have completed a whole painting, which showed that he had a very accurate grasp of time.

Both paintings were sent into the inner chamber at the same time by the servants.

After a short time, the servant came out.

He bowed slightly to Zhu Xizhou.

Zhu Xizhou didn't look complacent, but when he was young, there was still a shallow smile on his lips.

The little guy next to him raised his chin extremely high and looked at Ah Li defiantly.

What's the use of grinding ink quickly, what's the use of drawing fast, and won't he win in the end?

"Zhu Gongzi, please go back."

When Ah Li gritted her teeth in anger, she suddenly heard the servant speak.

Zhu Xizhou's lips smiled slightly.

The little guy was full of disbelief.

"The one who won, isn't my son?!" He blurted out uncontrollably.

Zhu Xizhou glanced at the little guy with a little dissatisfaction.

Even if people have said this, they still have to ask so bluntly, what is the use of it except to embarrass themselves?

It's just that he is also very puzzled-

Yes, after the servant nodded, he immediately bowed in the direction of the inner room and asked, "The juniors don't dare to question the judgment of the gentleman, but where did the juniors lose today, please give me advice directly." ”

Although due to the limited time, it is inevitable that it will not be fine, but if he loses at the hands of such a little girl, he can't understand it.

Could it be that this Mr. Luo was dissatisfied with him because of his previous conversation with the little girl?

This gentleman has a strange temperament, and when you think about it, it is not impossible.

At this time, I only heard Luo Fu's voice from inside, and said, "Poria, take out the two paintings and show them to him." ”

The servant then went back to the inner room to take the paintings, and put the two paintings on the same table.

Zhu Xizhou walked over and looked down.

He looked directly at Zhang Meishou's painting.

At first glance, I was stunned.

On the paper, he is not young and immature as he imagined, and he has no skills.

The outline is clean, the pen is unique, and the mountain scenery is vividly outlined with a few brushstrokes, and this style of painting is ...... He didn't belong to any of the factions he knew.

Therefore, Xu Youyou has mixed and borrowed, but he is not blindly copying his predecessors.

This requires years of experience in appreciating and appreciating the works of famous artists, as well as a lot of talent.

However, he was still unconvinced.

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