Feng Jingye was taken aback. Of course he hadn't forgotten about Feng Linyuan. But Feng Linyuan had only picked up his brush and made a few strokes just as the incense stick was about to burn out. In such a short time, what could he possibly draw?
This Feng Jingxuan was really grasping at straws. In order not to let him gloat, he actually pinned his hopes on Feng Linyuan.
So what if he had been famous all over the world back then? A man who had been a useless person for six years, what kind of work could he produce?
Feng Jingye concealed the sneer on his lips, deliberately slapped his head and pretended to suddenly realize: "Thank you for the reminder, third brother. This crown prince almost forgot about the Marquis of Dingyuan. Someone, quickly present the Marquis of Dingyuan's painting!"
A maid, upon hearing this, quickly walked to Feng Linyuan's table. Whether it was because she was too impatient or was scared by Feng Jingye's words, she even forgot to salute. She hurriedly picked up the silk cloth on the table and handed it to the people on the main seat.
Feng Jingye, who saw the painting first, frowned. He looked up at the young girl in green sitting by the table. Then he lowered his head and continued to look for a while before passing it on to the Marquis of Gaochang beside him. The Marquis of Gaochang also frowned and occasionally looked up at Bai Zheng. It took him a long time to pass it on to the next person.
Feng Jingyang was stunned, hardly able to say a word.
The unusual reactions of the people on the main seat made the young masters below can't help but look at Bai Zheng, and also made Bai Zheng feel a strange sense of curiosity. She wondered what Feng Linyuan's work was like.
When Feng Jingyi, who was the last to finish looking, returned the scroll to the maid beside him, and the maid brought it in front of Bai Yinan, Bai Zheng finally saw the content on the painting, but she was also stunned the moment she saw it.
On the silk cloth, there were only a few strokes in total, but one could clearly distinguish that the painting was of a woman in red, standing in the cold night.
Bai Zheng recognized at a glance that the woman's clothes and hairpin were exactly the same as what she had worn today. Only the light cyan dress on her body had turned into a fiery red dress, with a golden belt around her waist. The few pearls used to adorn her hairpin had all been replaced by twinkling stars in the night sky.
The woman's face was only sketched with a few strokes, but one could still recognize from her delicate eyebrows and eyes that the woman in the painting was clearly Bai Zheng. The only difference was that there was a bright red flame pattern between the woman's eyebrows.
In the vast world, the woman stood alone, with a bright and dignified look, yet there was also a hint of pride and sharpness.
"Is this me?" Bai Zheng stared blankly at the woman in the painting and whispered.
The woman in the portrait had a face she was familiar with, yet there was also a faint sense of strangeness. But that strange feeling seemed to be the one she was truly familiar with.
For some reason, Bai Zheng thought the woman in the portrait was extremely beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than the self she had seen in the mirror before.
"The dim night fails to reveal her face, her delicate eyebrows are as charming as spring mist. Blooming on water, she's a wonder, with icy skin and jade bones, who can touch her?"
Bai Zheng was silent, and her eyes just couldn't move away from the woman's face in the portrait. Indeed, she had seen such an expression on another familiar face.
It was Ye Qin in her previous life, who was at ease and unrestrained in every chemical experiment. That was a completely different life from the present.
Although in this life, she didn't live like Bai Zheng, she had tried her best to meet the requirements of this era.
But Feng Linyuan could draw the most real self deep in her heart.
That was the self she liked the most and had always treasured.
Bai Zheng involuntarily raised her eyes and looked at Feng Linyuan.
Feng Linyuan's eyes flickered. The moment his eyes met Bai Zheng's, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"The Marquis of Dingyuan previously said that he took a fancy to Miss Zheng's eight - character destiny. But looking at this painting, it seems that he is more deeply in love than anyone else here." Su Muxiao said in a sarcastic tone.
There were no restrictions on the theme for the poetry and painting competition today. So the others all chose to draw what they were best at. Some drew scenery and some drew objects, but no one drew Bai Zheng.
Of course, this was understandable.
After all, almost none of these people had known Bai Zheng before. And the only ones who had had contact with Bai Zheng, Song Yiqing and Feng Jingyi, had no admiration for her, so naturally they didn't think of drawing a picture of her.
Only Feng Linyuan did.
Thinking of this, a blush appeared on Bai Zheng's cold cheeks.
Feng Linyuan just smiled faintly and evaded the point: "In order to draw Miss Bai San well, this marquis spent most of an incense stick's time carefully observing. If I still can't draw her likeness like this, it would be better to chop off my hands."
Bai Yinan nodded and said: "The Marquis of Dingyuan's painting really depicts my little daughter with great charm."
Mrs. Lin obviously also liked this painting very much. She opened her mouth but finally didn't say anything. Her eyes were fixed on the scroll reluctantly, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Feng Linyuan also became strange, just like a mother - in - law looking at her son - in - law.
The maid picked up the scroll and showed it to the people who had been craning their necks and waiting for a long time.
Different from the previous continuous exclamations of admiration, this time, the people who had finished looking at the scroll all had complex expressions on their faces.
"Being able to depict Miss Bai San's charm so vividly, no wonder he is the Marquis of Dingyuan who was once famous all over the world for his literary talent!"
"Such a painting couldn't have been drawn without deep affection!"
"Yes, the Marquis of Dingyuan's affection for Miss Bai San is truly unparalleled. I admit defeat."
At this time, no one cared that Feng Linyuan had only spent a short time, and no one cared that in such a short time, Feng Linyuan could still draw vividly with just a few strokes.
Everyone understood that this painting had won, not by painting skills or techniques, but by the heartfelt affection that none of the other works on the scene had.
"It seems that big brother miscalculated. The champion of the poetry and painting competition should be the Marquis of Dingyuan." Feng Jingxuan laughed.
Feng Jingye glared at him, then suddenly smiled: "Yes, it seems that all of us brothers have wasted our efforts today."
Feng Jingxuan's face turned cold, and he turned his head and ignored him.
After a simple discussion, the result was quickly reached. The Marquis of Gaochang announced loudly: "In the poetry and painting competition, the Marquis of Dingyuan won the first place in both categories. The fifth prince came second in poetry and painting. Young Master Liu of the Imperial Censor's Mansion came third in painting and fourth in poetry. The Duke of Chen's Mansion..."
Feng Linyuan sipped his tea leisurely, not at all surprised by this result.
The fifth prince, Feng Jingyi, smiled imperceptibly. He knew that Feng Linyuan would never disappoint.
"Young Master Song Er of the Song Mansion came ninth in poetry..."
Bai Zheng raised her eyebrows and glanced at Song Yiqing. Song Yiqing smiled like a warm spring breeze, and his proud expression seemed to say "I just showed off a little casually".
After the Marquis of Gaochang announced the results, the people in the field all congratulated each other.
"Young Master Liu's painting is really admirable to me!"
"Young Master Chen's poem is so good that even Sage Xu might not be able to write better."
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In the harmonious atmosphere, suddenly a voice popped up and shouted loudly: "A real man should not just be good at writing and painting. If you have the guts, let's have a sword - fighting competition!"