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In this era, Bai Zheng's paper had not even been passed down to the world. If people wanted to use a brush to write a picture, they would have to use bamboo sheets or Silk Cloth s, which was why in this era, ordinary people did not know much about reading and writing.

Bai Yinan stretched out his neck and looked around bit by bit. His posture was enough to make Bai Zheng believe that if not for the etiquette restrictions, Bai Yinan would have jumped up and walked to their side to stare at them.

Bai Zheng laughed helplessly. Suddenly, she felt someone's gaze fall on her. She turned her head sharply and saw Feng Linyuan's gentle eyes.

Feng Linyuan was still holding onto his teacup, not a brush. The moment she turned around, he smiled at her.

Bai Zheng looked at the two-thirds of the incense on the table, puzzled and stared at Feng Linyuan who was staring at him the whole time.

Didn't this guy claim that he understood his fate and wouldn't marry him? The play had only just started and he was already staring at her without even drawing a line? Are you planning to get out for free?

The incense stick became shorter and shorter, until a few of the faster young masters stopped writing. Soong Yiqing also waved his fan, returning to his relaxed appearance.

But Feng Linyuan had not even started writing.

"Is Marquis Dingyuan already planning to give up on the first round?" After reading Feng Jingyi's work, Feng Jingye, who was obviously very satisfied, turned his head and saw that there was nothing in front of Feng Linyuan, and could not help but to ask.

"If the Marquis still doesn't use his brush, he'll have to find a new girl that can solve your fate." Feng Jingxuan said coldly.

Looking at the incense that was almost burnt out, Feng Jingyi became anxious and reminded his in a low voice, "Master Hou, it's almost time."

Feng Linyuan faintly smiled and looked at Bai Zheng without saying a word.

The sun slowly rose, and suddenly leaped over the edge of the eaves behind Bai Zheng, causing Bai Zheng to be bathed in bright yet gentle light. Bai Zheng turned her head, and the pearl on her bun shone brightly under the sunlight.

Feng Linyuan's eyes lit up. He finally picked up the brush and lowered his head to draw.

Bai Zheng looked over, she did not seem like the young master who had bent his back so low that his head almost touched the Silk Cloth, but the way Feng Linyuan was holding the brush and writing quickly, was still very elegant.

Bai Zheng was suddenly filled with anticipation and nervousness. She wondered what kind of work this renowned marquis, whose talent had shocked the world, would hand over.

In the early spring the chirping of sparrows began, loud in the silent garden. No one could hear Bai Zheng's heartbeat.

"Pa Ji", the last bit of the scented dust fell. Almost at the same time, Feng Linyuan put down the brush, looked at the Silk Cloth, and smirked.

"The time for the incense stick to burn has arrived. Young masters, please stop writing." Gaochang Marquis's voice sounded out right after. A few young masters who were still working hard to write sighed deeply as they put down their pens reluctantly.

Soon enough, six maids came forward and lined up in a row. Starting from the east side, they picked up the Silk Cloth s in front of the six young masters and walked to the main seats in succession, for Gaochang Marquis, Feng Jingye and the others to comment and appraise.

Bai Zheng who was sitting at the side could also clearly see that these young masters were indeed from the main clan. Although there were a few good-for-nothings who were not good at poetry, their overall standards were not bad.

Amongst them, Mansion of State Duke Chen Chen Yanzhi's Snow Reflection Plum Blossom Painting, Censor's Liu Zhixuan's Summer Night Painting, Mansion of Jing Zhao Yin Qin Si's lifelike Ferghana Horse, and the Fourth Young Master of the Duke of Jiang Prefecture's Clear Spring Mountain Painting were the most prominent.

Bai Zheng raised her eyebrows, these people were all people who had been "recommended" before, and their performance was indeed outstanding as expected.

However, among the people who performed exceptionally well, there was also an unexpected person — — Soong Yiqing. His picture of "Shuang Hua", not to mention the painting, was accompanied by a poem: "Cui Wei Road is narrow, who is responsible for the crown. Frost is full, and autumn is hard to do. " Then, Bai Zheng had a whole new level of respect for him.

Who would have thought that this Soong Yiqing who always acted so amicable, would actually have such a move!

As if he saw the astonishment in Bai Zheng's eyes, Soong Yiqing leaned lazily on the chair and smiled flirtatiously at her.

Bai Zheng could not help but support her forehead, and turned her head to no longer look at him.

After a circle, almost all of the poems and paintings had been appraised, other than Feng Jingyi and Feng Linyuan who were seated at the main seat.

According to order, a maid walked in front of Feng Jingyi. After giving a light bow, he picked up the Silk Cloth in front of him and displayed it to the rest of the hosts.

"Good painting, good poem, as expected of the Fifth Prince!" Gaochang Marquis could not help but sigh.

Bai Zheng looked carefully, and saw that on the left side of the small white Silk Cloth, there was a waterfall that was diagonally falling, the trees on both sides were overgrown, the ink-black branches were even more desolate and desolate, and a deep red sunset was embedded in the sky to the right of the canvas.

A deer was standing on the cliff, looking out into the distance from the source of the waterfall.

A few smudges of ink at the bottom of the waterfall made one think of an endless ocean. The billowing waves of the waterfall close to the cliff below were gone in the distance, leaving only the reflection of the sun and an unknown distance.

Even though it was such a small painting, after seeing it, one would feel a surge of emotion. It was as though his heart was with the world and his heart was filled with emotions.

One could tell what the creator of this painting was thinking just by looking at it.

Bai Zheng read through the poem on the side.

"When the wind blows, the clouds scatter, and the waves flatten; the sky is turned back into the sea bottom. At first sight of the setting sun, the red wave, the plain moon wants to ascend the sky convergence. After a while, the surface of the mirror spread out for over a hundred feet. It is hard to find such a realm in the mortal world.

Mighty and grand, unrestrained and ethereal.

It was indeed a good poem!

The reaction of the person at the main seat aroused the curiosity of the various young masters, so the maid brought the Silk Cloth and showed it to the seats in the west wing in the southeast direction.

"Wow …"

Upon seeing the painting, the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

"The fifth prince is indeed talented, and his painting brush has a spirit of its own, I am impressed!" Amidst the praises, Chen Yanzhi's voice was exceptionally clear.

Very soon, someone else agreed. "We are really overestimating ourselves. To dare to come here and compete with the Fifth Prince, aren't we asking for trouble?"

There was another roar of laughter.

Although Feng Jingyi's painting was excellent, it was not to the point of being spirited. It was just that this painting was an artistic conception, after all, in just the time it took for an incense stick to burn, ordinary people would not dare to paint such a huge scene on such a small canvas. Most of them were like the young masters before them, painting a few plum trees and a few horses was already an extremely difficult task.

Especially since the transportation of this era was not well-developed, these young masters may not have personally witnessed the wondrous scene depicted in Feng Jingyi's painting even after they were born.

Thinking about it, this was also the reason why Feng Jingye was filled with confidence in him back then. In the imperial family, how could the education that he received be compared to that of ordinary young masters?

Feng Jingxuan pursed his lips, his expression extremely ugly.

This Feng Jingyi, he had really underestimated him in the past!

"Looks like I'll have to let fifth brother take the lead in painting today." Feng Jingye smiled slightly.

Feng Jingxuan said with an ice-cold expression. "Second Elder Brother only neglected Marquis Dingyuan because she was afraid that Marquis Dingyuan would steal fifth brother's limelight?"