Chapter 98 Assessment Part 4
A little smile appeared on Wen Yu's fair face. She was confident and calm with a hint of arrogance, which made her even more stunningly beautiful, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Just come over here."
Just six words, but it has an earth-shattering effect.
After a brief silence, the whole scene immediately exploded.
"This little lady, does she know what she is talking about?"
"Not to mention that even among my peers, even those who have masters of painting would not dare to make such bold statements at will."
“The ignorant are fearless. Maybe she doesn’t know how powerful Wu Jingsheng is.”
"Where did this little lady come from? Why have I never heard of her name?"
A farmer whose home is close to Baichuan Academy interjected: "She is the first person in Baichuan Academy It is said that the student entered the academy because of his admiration for the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang.”
An old man curled his lips disdainfully: "It's all the bad custom brought about by Mrs. Yongchang Houfu, which makes all these women have higher aspirations than the sky. Isn't it good to stay at home to raise your husband and raise your children? Why don't you go to some academy?"
Aunt Geng beside the old man rolled her eyes, taking into account the eggs in the basket, and didn't say anything.
The students from Songshan Academy kept their eyes fixed on Wu Jingsheng, with deep fear in their eyes.
"Wu Jingsheng is the best at landscape painting. He will definitely improve his painting skills when he goes on a study tour."
"Brother Pang, why don't we avoid his sharp edges?"
Pang Jude, a participating student from Songshan Academy, secretly complained in his heart.
He originally thought that with his own landscape paintings, he would be able to make an impact in the competition.
Unexpectedly, Taixue did not respect martial ethics and resorted to Wu Jingsheng, a big killer.
Where is this for fame? It is clear that he is putting his face on others.
Pang Jude gritted his teeth: "Okay! This time I will choose figure painting!"
One student whispered: "Will we collide with Baichuan Academy?"
The other students laughed loudly: "Whoever painted the ugly picture will be embarrassed."
Soon, in In the huge open space, there were three long, heavy tables.
They are far apart from each other and do not interfere with each other.
Wu Jingshen’s attendants placed various stationery items one by one from bamboo baskets half as tall as a man.
"Duan inkstone? He actually used one of the best inkstones, which is astringent and does not hold back the hand, and is slippery and does not reject the ink!"
"Tsk, tsk, you really spent a lot of money."
This painting, The important thing is in the painting, and the inscription next to it is not so important.
But seeing Wu Jingsheng’s serious attitude, the Imperial College offered wine to stroke his beard and nodded with satisfaction.
A colleague complimented him: "You had a keen eye and cultivated him carefully. Now he has reciprocated the favor, which is a good story."
The Imperial Academy offered wine and waved his hand: "I just follow the words of the saint and teach students in accordance with their aptitude."
The man looked at Gu Nanxi again and said jokingly: "Mrs. Hou has been the mountain chief for so long. Do you have any experience? ”
Gu Nanxi, who was eating snacks silently, paused slightly.
"Thousands of people have thousands of faces, but the peach tree cannot bear plum fruit. Some trees only need a little water, and they can grow well alone."
The corners of the mouth of the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine drooped Go down, what does Gu Nanxi mean by this?
Could she be saying that even if Wu Jingsheng doesn't enter Imperial College, it won't delay him?
"Okay, you have only been serving as a sacrificial wine for a few years, and now you are starting to set up the world of peach and plum blossoms?" Cui Sanlun puffed his beard and glared.
He seemed to find a familiar figure in this vast sea of people.
Cui Sanlun probed his head and looked around.
But the figure flickered and disappeared again, just like an illusion.
"Asshole, don't let me find out it's you!" Cui Sanlun muttered, cursing secretly.
The rising sun of spring gradually floats into the sky. Being basked in the warm sunshine, the originally noisy crowd also fell asleep.
There are three people on the court, splashing ink and writing quickly, each with his or her own style.
Wu Jingsheng’s movements are flowing and flowing, and the movements of his hands and feet are all romantic and freehand!
Pang Jude stopped from time to time, took out a sweat towel from his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then picked up the pen to draw a few strokes, frowned for a moment in thought, and repaired a few more strokes.
It looks very good, and the painting was quite unsatisfactory.
As for Wen Yu, who is on the far right, it seems that his whole person has sunk in, concentrating on it and ignoring external objects.
Her cuffs were tightly tied, her slender fingers lightly twisted an ordinary brush, and carefully sketched on the drawing paper.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and a mysterious smile was brewing in the corners of her eyes.
"Wu Jingsheng will win this battle!"
"If you dare to show your sword in front of Wu Jingsheng, Brother Pang will be honored even if he is defeated."
"This is the magnanimity of our Songshan Academy!"
Students from Taixue and Songshan Academy admire each other.
“Would you like some of the dried fruits at home?” The onlookers, who were slowly waiting for the results, began to share their food.
"Hey, why does this fruit of yours smell so bad? Could it be broken?" The person with a sharp nose frowned.
"Are you a dog? Your nose is so sharp! My old lady likes Mrs. Su's restaurant, so she went to help there and scooped up a spoonful of smelly water."
The man put down his hands. Dried fruit, his expression was indescribable: "Your old woman has a unique taste."< br>
But the old man didn't care. Instead, he chewed the dried fruit with relish: "It smells bad and tastes delicious. Don't tell me, the smell tastes overwhelming!"
" Are you talking about Mrs. Su Yunyan’s Baiwei Restaurant?”
"It's her house!"
Diners who have been there exclaimed: "Isn't her shop not yellow yet?"
The old man glanced at him disapprovingly: "You don't like it? , but some people like it. Where can you find a shop with a different flavor every time in Kyoto?"
Someone said happily: "Yes. That’s not it. The same dish of stinky tofu smells bad today, smells so spicy the next day, and makes your mouth burn every day. Whether it’s good or bad depends on luck.”
Old man, haha. Laughing: "This is what I eat. It is unexpected and unexpected. I eat the food cooked by the old lady every day, and there is no surprise at all."
"I'm afraid that what I eat is not a surprise, but a shock."
Everyone made jokes, thinking that the capital was becoming more and more blooming, and weird behaviors were emerging one after another.
The young emperor who had been sitting at the top moved his buttocks. It was really hard to keep waiting like this.
The young emperor looked down at everyone.
I saw those serious ministers in the court, whispering to each other, with golden eyes and saliva flying, as if they were chatting about some great gossip.
But he looked at Taishi Tong, who looked like a clay sculpture, and did not dare to move.
Concubine Tong had been low on energy for a long time, so she went to the temple to rest on the pretext of paying tribute.
The grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant.
The first person to close the pen was Wu Jingsheng.
"Your Majesty, the painting has been finished." Wu Jingsheng frowned coldly and washed his hands with a basin of water.
After he put away his pen, he stopped looking at the painting, as if he was confident.
Next was Pang Jude. He first glanced at Wu Jingsheng anxiously, and then at Wen Yu who was still writing. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and handed in the paper.
"I'm done too."
Wen Yu, who put down the brush, seemed to be a different person, cold and cold.
(End of this chapter)