However, even if they had any opinions on this topic, they did not dare to say it in front of the emperor.

After thinking for a while, the girls had to pick up their pens and start drawing.

Mo Hanqing's gaze had always stopped on Ye Qiqi's body.

He looked at her hairy head down, as if she was thinking about something, as if she had just written poetry, and after a long time, he picked up his pen and began to draw.

Because of Ye Qiqi's outstanding performance just now, when Mo Hanqing looked at her at this moment, she finally felt that the uneasiness in her heart was not so strong.

When Ye Qiqi called Zhang Yuanzhi's grandfather just now, he had already vaguely guessed that the masters that Master Ye Jue found for Ye Qiqi were probably the best in the world.

It's no wonder that those masters in the capital, as soon as they heard who Ye Qiqi's master was, they all fled.

Not to mention anything else, just because Ye Qiqi is a closed disciple of those masters, it is enough for those masters in the capital to call her master.

So at this moment, Mo Hanqing carefully considered it in his heart, and the number one painter in the world seemed to be Tao Mian.

It is estimated that Ye Qiqi's painting was learned from him.

The time of a stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye.

Standing behind the main hall, Father-in-law Su shouted at the top of his voice: "It's time-"

Those official ladies had no choice but to put down the brush in their hands.

Gonggong Su looked at them with a smile, and then said to the inner supervisor beside them: "Okay, bring all the girls' paintings." ”

"Yes." After those inner prisoners answered, they picked up the paintings on the small desk with both hands, hunched their backs one by one, and handed them to Grandpa Su.

"Your Majesty." Gonggong Su held a handful of paintings in his hand, turned to look at the emperor, and waited for his decree.

"That's it...... Let's start with her. The emperor stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Qiqi, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, after all, in the poetry session just now, Ye Qiqi's performance. It's a sight to behold.

"Yes." After Father-in-law Su answered. From that handful of paintings, he picked out Ye Qiqi's one, and then ordered an inner supervisor to hold it up and show it to everyone.

On the beige rice paper, a round sun hangs in the air, and clouds of different shades cover the round sun and a half.

Below the sky, there is a golden iron horse, roaring and galloping, the two armies fighting, swords facing each other, there are windward flags floating above the heads of the soldiers, and there are warm blood sprinkled wantonly under the feet of the soldiers.

It was a silent and silent painting, but everyone seemed to hear the majestic shouts of the battlefield, the clash of swords, and the rumbling hooves of horses as they stepped across the land.

The emperor looked at the painting and did not speak for a while.

He only felt that his eyes seemed to appear in front of him, when he was young, he led the army to fight, and his blood boiled on the battlefield, throwing his head and spilling blood.

The people in the entire hall couldn't help but be quiet when they saw Ye Qiqi's paintings.

That's just a girl, petite and exquisite, why are her paintings so majestic and magnificent, with a majestic style of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Gonggong Su waited for a long time, but he didn't hear the emperor say a word, he hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but remind in a whisper: "Your Majesty...... Emperor?? ”

"Hmm." The emperor came back to his senses, and he looked at Ye Qiqi with complicated eyes.