"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Qin Susu pretended to apologize, but her heart was happy, and the maid on the side hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The slave maid will go and prepare a new painting paper for the second lady." ”

Qin Susu was triumphant, she just saw that the maids prepared the drawing paper according to the number of people, and then prepared the new drawing paper to go to the warehouse to get it, it would take some hours to come and go, and the time given by the third princess was only half a pillar of incense.

You can't finish preparing a new drawing paper, hmph, this time I see that you don't lose thoroughly.

Unexpectedly, Qin Wan smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "No need." As he spoke, he looked at the table next to him, and there were bowls of ink on the table in the four directions, which were used for poetry, and because painting usually requires color, so it was also put aside.

Qin Wan said: "Please take these paints down and bring me those black inks." ”

The maid had doubts, but she complied.

Knowing that the people on the first floor were competing, the sons on the second floor gathered around the railing to watch.

There are colorful paintings in front of each girl, but Qin Wan is the only one in front of him who is only a single black, some people can't help but laugh sarcastically, and some people whisper: "Isn't it that I'm used to begging outside, I don't know if the ink has other colors?" ”

Such joking words caused a crowd to laugh out loud.

Qin Susu paused when he heard the movement, and looked at the piece on Qin Wang's painting except for the one that had just been dyed, and he hadn't moved a single stroke, but the time had passed a minute, and some of the fast paintings had been completed for the most part, and Qin Wan was still standing there like a fool.

It seems to be thinking about how to save the stain.

How could such a large piece be saved in a moment and a half? Thinking of this, Qin Susu confidently put pen to paper again.

She just took a general look, and none of these painters were her opponents!

It's a win.

Qin Wan stood in front of the drawing paper, thought for a while, and after finding the best position, she picked up a glass of ink, took two steps back, and lightly splashed the ink on the drawing paper.

Her movements quickly attracted attention, and then questions followed: "Is she crazy, what is she doing?" ”

They are all in a heaven and earth, and these words can always reach the ears, but Qin Wan didn't hear it, and continued, and then used a slightly thick brush to smudge the shape.

When the things on the painting paper were formed little by little, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and even Rong Huaruo and Qin Zhaoyue looked at each other a little.

Rong Huaruo was a little surprised: "Isn't it...... Splashing ink to paint? ”

Her voice was not loud, but it could be heard by everyone present.

The atmosphere was even more eccentric, and there were many rebuttals.

Many girls exchanged glances, this splashed ink painting even Rong Huaruo and Qin Zhaoyue such talented women did not dare to try easily, she was a girl who had just accepted her boudoir for a few days, how could she paint just by talking?

Splashing ink painting is not like others, you can let people copy at will, such as the cursive in the major calligraphy, it seems to be indulgent and casual, but every stroke and every painting is not written at will.

It's the same with splashing ink and painting, if you don't do it, it's just splashing ink instead of painting.

But when Qin Bang dipped his paintbrush in white ink and sprinkled it on the paper little by little, when the pen fell, a painting was also presented in front of everyone.

Her brush fell, and the painting in Qin Susu's hand was not finished.

Everyone was stunned, and there was a strange silence all around.

On the second floor, some of the people who were laughing at Fang just now blushed, as if they were all laughing at themselves.

When the time for half a pillar of incense came, everyone dropped their brushes, and the maid put away the paintings one by one and handed them over.

In this painting competition, it seems that the winner has been decided.

At this moment, Murong Lan and several sons went downstairs, and before the girls on the first floor could salute, Murong Lan raised his hand to spare.

Among the sons who came down with Murong Lan, there were several familiar faces, such as Murong Hui, the 'prodigal son of Deng' who dared to dance her at the palace banquet, Murong Ying, the seventh prince who dared to stop the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and a young man in a light blue robe, handsome, and comparable to several princes in it, Qin Wan didn't know who he was.

Murong Lan first handed over the poems in his hand to the third princess, and then walked straight to the painting table, looked at the paintings collected by the maid one by one, and took out one of them.

The one that Murong Lan pulled out was exactly what Qin Wan had just painted. He unfolded it and looked at it without blinking, and the rest of the princes also leaned in to take a look.

This painting, very simply, is made of black, white, and gray colors, stretching mountain peaks.

The white ink stained is the snowflakes falling from the sky, which is obviously the most ordinary and simple color, but even on this painting, there is an indescribable elegance.

It would be a blasphemy to add any kind of color to the painting.

"You drew it?" Murong Lan raised his eyelids and looked at Qin Wan, "Where is the drawing?" ”

When the words fell, what was thrown on the table in front of Qin Wan was twenty taels of silver.

Everyone looked at Murong Lan's move in surprise, this ...... Has His Royal Highness always spoken to people like this?

Even Murong Lan dared to give the money in front of everyone, Qin Wan also dared to accept it, and put the money away with a smile, she shook her head and said: "It's just the scenery I saw on the road, as for what place it is, I don't remember." ”

Murong Lan didn't speak, but his eyes rested on the painting again, the scenery on this painting was obviously the weather of heavy snow, he was in it, so familiar, the scenery that impressed him, he couldn't admit it.

He looked at Qin Wan with an inquiring gaze again, and after a long time, he put away the portrait and said, "This painting, the prince bought it, and after the money for the painting is returned, the prince will send it to the prime minister's mansion." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone sighed.

Every year, there will be poetry and painting competitions, even if a talented woman like Rong Huaruo painted in the past, no one could match, and she has never been favored by His Royal Highness the Prince.

How good should this painting made by Qin Wan be, it was able to be bought by the prince.

Qin Wan bent his knees and said, "Thank you for your appreciation." ”

Murong Lan didn't say a word, put the painting away and was about to turn around and leave, but Rong Huaruo stood up and said, "Your Highness chose this painting, is it because you like it, or do you think this painting is a win?" ”

Murong Lan didn't look back, "How can this painting be compared to a vulgar painting?" ”

This sentence is like a thunderbolt being thrown into the midst of all the ladies, you look at me, I look at you, and exchange glances.

Because if you dig deeper, it's interesting.

Splashed ink paintings are difficult to find, difficult to make, so even a talented woman like Rong Huaruo does not dare to try it easily, looking at the various ladies in Yanjing City, which one is not colorful?