After Zhu Xuanrao stood still, Jiang Shu and Hou Tingke stopped grinding, picked up the ink stick and sheep's hair on the table in front of them respectively, and began to write.

Since sketching parts can highlight the advantages, Jiang Shu chose to paint a bust, first composing the line to outline the outline, and then deepening layer by layer, gradually highlighting the three-dimensional sense and the light and shade.

Because the Chinese painting is freehand, the appearance of the characters painted is quite different from the real person, and there are no highlights in just looking at some of them, so Hou Tingke chose to paint the whole body, focusing on the cumbersome beauty of jewelry and clothing.

Among all kinds of paintings, the portrait is the most difficult to paint, and by the time the two of them finished painting, it was already more than half an hour later.

Timid Yu, who was in front of the window on the second floor, watched Jiang Shu put down the ink stick in his hand, took off the painting on the drawing board and held it up in the direction of them, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "God, how can this painting look like a real person, Miss Ye is really unexpected."

Zhu Changxun just smiled lightly and didn't make a sound, but looking at the painting in Jiang Shu's hand, there was a slight hint of unpredictable brilliance.

Cowardly Yu is a person who practices martial arts, has always had rough lines, and did not notice the change in his master's expression, thought about it, and said: "Miss Ye's painting style is quite unique, I have never seen it before, and the prince knows what school of painting it comes from."

"I don't know," Zhu Changxun shook his head slowly, "but it is certain that this style of painting is not in the Ming Dynasty." ”

"What does the prince mean" Timid Yu was a little shocked, "She learned from the Jurchens outside the Guan, or foreigners, or Oriental Japanese pirates"

"I can't say for sure, maybe she came up with it herself." Zhu Changxun said lightly and continued to look down.

In the hall on the first floor, Jiang Shu's sketch and Hou Tingke's picture of a lady were displayed in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone immediately took a few steps forward.

"Look at it, Miss Hou's picture of a lady, the pen is clear, the lines are smooth, and the charm of Lord Huaishu is vividly depicted, I think Miss Hou's picture is even better."

"I think Miss Ye's painting is better, obviously from the pen, but it looks like it comes from the mirror. It's amazing to be able to paint something like that. ”

"That being said, but the beauty picture is elegant and graceful, and Miss Ye's picture looks black, I'm afraid it's not beautiful enough."

"Miss Hou's painting is graceful, and it looks very beautiful, but it's so beautiful that it doesn't look like a normal person, so it's fake."

For a while, the two opinions in the crowd were arguing noisily, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

Hou Tingke thought that she could be far superior to Jiang Shu, but when she saw this situation, her face suddenly fell, and her lowered hands secretly clenched into fists.

Her painting skills are outstanding among the famous ladies in the capital, if she loses to Ye Jiangshu, how can she have a face in the future

Zhao Manqing, who was standing behind Jiang Shu, saw this situation, knowing that their chances of winning were not small, his eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand at everyone and said: "It's not a way for everyone to fight like this, it's better for us to raise our hands to divide the winners and losers." ”

The crowd looked at each other and did not disagree.

Zhao Manqing nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "If you think Miss Ye has drawn well, please raise your hand." ”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand as an example.

With the one taking the lead, everyone had nothing to hesitate, and those who thought Jiang Shu had painted well followed and raised their hands.