Beside her, Zhao Xuzhi was already in the flow of painting. He would send paintings to the Emperor every year, so he was familiar with the layout of the landscape. At that moment, he did not think it was difficult at all.
Moreover, his opponent was a little girl like Xie Qiao.
Not only that, she wanted him to continue being a teacher. The things she would paint later would probably be very unsatisfactory.
However, it was the first time he was painting in front of these students. He had to show his ability.
He had given his all.
The Crown Prince was sitting there calmly. There was a piece of paper in front of him. Since he had nothing to do, he was also writing and drawing for fun.
As he was there, everyone else sat down obediently. They did not say much and did not move. They quietly waited for the time to end.
Scattered, connected, uneven, far and near, high and low, real and fake…
