There are two paintings quietly on the long table.

One is between the green mountains and green waters, the smoke and waves are misty, and a lonely boat is on the shore.

The other is a black shrimp with appropriate shades of ink, a combination of virtual and real lines, like a broken and solid connection, small and orderly. The tentacles of the shrimp on the paper seemed to move, as if they were alive.

The two paintings are placed together, there is no need to make a judgment, this is not that Zhang Zhongyi's fishing boat is not good at singing, in fact, that painting is already a rare masterpiece, but Gu Yunpei Gu Xiaoge's ink shrimp is too good.

The ink shrimp is a must, both in ink and brushwork, and it is the first time that Chen Zilai has seen someone who can draw the shrimp so lifelike, smart and natural.

Mr. Yannan loves painting, this world's famous masterpiece, he Chen Zilai doesn't know how much he has seen, in his impression he has never seen someone who can paint ink shrimp to such a state, not to mention that this Gu Yunpei is so young at this time, no wonder he will feel shocked in his heart.

Not only Chen Zilai, but the onlookers at this time were also amazed and inexplicable, looking at such a delicate line of brushwork, drawing such a magical ink shrimp, no one could have thought that such a masterpiece would actually come from the hand of this unknown Gu Xiaoge, and no one would have thought that this Gu Xiucai would have such a talent.

Therefore, when Chen Zilai announced that Gu Yunpei had won, people did not evaluate the level of the two paintings like usual competitions, they just looked at the paintings with a feeling of admiration and surprise, and at the same time cast their eyes of exploration and admiration in the direction of Gu Yunpei.

Zhang Zhongyi looked at the ink shrimp with a pale face, couldn't speak for a long time, and muttered for a long time before he spit out a sentence with difficulty.

"It's me who loses."

Seeing the look on Zhongyi's face and the expressions of everyone, Qing Huan felt a little sorry in his heart.

After all, in this game, she actually won't win, because of that ink shrimp, she is an imitation of Mr. Qi Baishi's mastery.

Mr. Qi Baishi's painting of shrimp is a must in the painting world of later generations, it is the old gentleman's lifelong observation, Qing Huan also made some preparations before coming to this poetry meeting, and the ink shrimp is one of her preparations.

Qing Huan had long discovered that the things she could draw on the mask were not limited to Dachang's era, as long as it was something she knew, when she drew on the mask, she could see the composition and details of that object.

Therefore, when Qing Huan tried to draw the old man's ink shrimp against the mask, where the ink shrimp was inked and how to write, she already had a chapter in her heart, and the original body had a strong foundation.

The lifetime gains of a generation of masters, eighty percent of the similarity is enough to achieve an overwhelming victory, Chen Zilai said that Gu Yunpei is slightly better, in fact, he has taken care of Zhang Zhongyi's feelings.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is not difficult for Qing Huan to get a place in this Dachang painting world with only this ink shrimp.

Although this Zhang Zhongyi said that he used some climbing means to enter this poetry meeting, but Chen Zilai and Zhang Puhe, such a person, if the poetry meeting they held, if it is really a straw bag to make some means to enter, it is too underestimated for the two of them, this Zhang Zhongyi can enter this poetry meeting, and he also has his ability.

He entered this poetry club by relying on this hand Danqing.

Mr. Yannan is fond of painting, and Zhang Zhongyi has also put a lot of effort into painting in order to win the eyes of Chen's father and son, and it is also for this reason that Chen Zilai should be polite to him.

Qing Huan felt slightly sorry in his heart, and he spoke much more politely.

"Brother Zhang conceded it, and he won by luck in the next place, Brother Zhang's wonderful pen is very admired in my heart."

That Zhang Zhongyi was not an open-minded person, he lost to Qing Huan in front of people this time, he was already unhappy in his heart, and after listening to Qing Huan's modest words, he felt that Gu Yunpei was afraid that he was secretly laughing at himself, and he was even more annoyed in his heart, he didn't bother to reply, just bowed his head sideways to Qing Huan, turned around and left the long case.

As Zhang Zhongyi left the long case, the onlookers dispersed with some unfinished thoughts, and many people took a few glances at the ink shrimp, and they were quite eager to take this painting into their own pockets.

Seeing that the crowd dispersed, he was already drunk, and Qinghuan, who had only managed to maintain a trace of clarity, was also slightly relaxed, this relaxation, the rumbling sound in his intuitive mind, the heavens and the earth began to sway and spin, he knew that he could no longer stay here, and he had to leave as soon as possible.

Qing Huan lightly held the long case with one hand, turned to Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai, and once again proposed to leave, but he was drunk but his face was not obvious, and neither of them saw that he was actually drunk.

Zhang Puhe was only afraid that this little brother Gu was lacking, he saw this little brother Gu's arithmetic and clever pen today, and he had long admired this person in his heart, and he was also curious about how much ability this little brother Gu still had not revealed, and now he heard that he wanted to leave, how could he let him go so easily.

"Brother Gu, this collection organized by Brother Zilai and I intend to let everyone invited to participate in this poetry meeting leave a poem each, and he will bind it into a book and send it to each family one day, I don't know if Brother Gu can leave a note before leaving."

Qing Huan twisted his eyebrows, seemingly contemplative, but in fact he was trying to stay sober and was silent for a while before asking.

"I wonder if there is a requirement for this poem?"

Zhang Puhe said with a smile. "No, Brother Gu is just based on his preferences."

Qing Huan nodded, indicating understanding, casually picked up the brush on the case, grabbed a blank piece of paper, swish, a few pens, and a poem was completed.

He raised his hand and handed the poem to Zhang Puhe, said sorry, said goodbye, and left Chen Zilai and Zhang Puhe stunned in place, and he forced himself to concentrate on his body, so as not to walk crookedly outside.

Zhang Puhe and Chen Zilai, who were holding the paper on which Qing Huan wrote the poem, had very wonderful expressions on their faces at this time, both stunned and a little crying and laughing, only to see such a poem written on the paper.

Lying on the bed and sleeping on the bed, adding to the heat and reducing the cold.

Angrily kicked the quilt and sat up angrily, turning over and hugging the pillow and unable to sleep.

This poem is not suitable for the scene, the second is too rough in wording, and it is said to be poetry, but it is better to say four whining words arranged according to the poem.

This poem is Qinghuan herself, I couldn't sleep two nights ago, I felt it and wrote it casually, Zhang Puhe asked her to write poems, she didn't have that ability, second, she couldn't think about the wine, and third, she had already plagiarized Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings, and she was really embarrassed to plagiarize other people's poems, so she took this one to fill the number.

As for Zhang Puhe's saying that he would bind it into a book and send it to various families, she didn't care about officialdom and how could she care about these false names.

Zhang Puhe was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly.

"Brother Zilai, Brother Gu, is this a joke with you and me?"

Chen Zilai looked up at Gu Yunpei, who had gradually walked away, and then replied.

"Xu is really drunk."

Zhang Puhe shook his head with a smile.

"It's a pity that this is a good hand."

Qing Huan stepped out of the Tingfeng Building under the guidance of the subordinates, there was already a sedan chair waiting outside the building, she opened the sedan curtain and sat in, and fell asleep in a daze within a few minutes.

I don't know how long she slept, she felt a wave of disgust in her heart and opened her eyes, and found that she was still on the sedan chair, the sedan chair was shaking and she almost vomited, and hurriedly beckoned the sedan chair man to stop, and quickly rushed out of the sedan chair with a curtain, and spit a few mouthfuls against the roadside wall, before she felt more comfortable in her chest.

The sedan chair didn't want to sit anymore, she stood and gasped for breath several times before she sent the sedan chair driver away and walked in the direction of the Gu family.

At this time, although she seemed to be fine, she was actually groggy in her mind, and walked a short distance in the direction of the Gu family, then sat on a stone and rested with her head closed and her eyes.

Although Yangzhou is the third largest city in Dachang, but the ancient population is not much, it is such a big city The population is not dense, in addition to the Dragon Boat Dragon Boat Festival such a festival, several lively markets will have traffic and horse congestion, on weekdays is the road of the market, the crowd of people coming and going is not much, not to mention that Qinghuan is not a street market at this time.

Therefore, Qing Huan sat on the stone for a long time and did not see anyone passing by, and some feelings of desolation, helplessness and absurdity came out in the drunken and hazy center.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound of carriages and horses, Qing Huan raised her eyebrows and looked up at the place where the sound came from, and saw a carriage that was familiar to her was driving in her direction.