A flash of surprise darted across Han Yue's eyes on the high platform, and then fell silent. Wen Shuo blinked and paused with a cup of tea in his hand.
Inside the brocade tent, Princess Shaohua's lips were pursed, her heart feeling regret.
The ladies of the aristocratic family sitting at the end of the tent looked at each other, really shocked. They could not have imagined that the famous female bandit Ren Anle had developed such a temperament, but fortunately, her face was still ordinary, otherwise... The ladies secretly glance at his Highness the Crown Prince and prince Wen Shuo on the high platform, and breathe a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Bi Ling, who was still standing in front of the tent, was having the hardest time.
she glance carefully at Yuan Shu, who was beside her and full of fury, and had lost all her arrogance just now. thin cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she still had the courage to urge, "Miss Ren..."
"Since the princess has given an order, why dare not obey it. However, Anle is not good at poetry and painting. Yuan Qin, you go"
The command sounded suddenly, interrupting Bi Ling's words. The young girl making tea nodded and rose, "Yes, Miss."
Yuan Qin walked very slowly, elegantly out of the big tent and walk to the side of the scholars who gathered to talk about the book of songs.
The sons of the aristocratic family at the side were just now clear-headed. When they saw Yuan Qin coming, they scrambled to give up their seats.
Ren Anle was a general and it make sense that she was not good at poetry and song, but... could a mere servant girl beside her win the approval of the talented and noble woman of the empire?
In the silence, by the time everyone had come to their senses, Yuan Qin was already standing before the desk with her head bowed. With the long brush in her hand, she swayed a lot of ink on paper, and the outline of the scene appears vividly on paper.
"Strange, the young ladys brushwork has the appearance of my Lu school." someone on the other side of the table giggled. His eyes fell on Yuan Qin's painting and after a moment of careful examination, he could not help but praise it. "The brushwork is flowing and natural. Such skill at such a young age is truly extraordinary.
The person who said this is Zhao Ming. The son of the Guang Yang Hou Family, who had study under the name of the master of the Lu Shu in Cangzhou since he was a child and became famous at the age of 15. With his words, Yuan Qin's talent will be known far and wide in the Imperial capital after today.
As Yuan Qin's brush strokes became faster and faster, there was a flurry of awe among the scholars.
On the scroll, Yuan Qins brush strokes are awe-inspiring and integrated with the thousand miles of scenery at the foot of the Fuling Mountain, making her a true master of her craft.
With a small sound of 'ding', Yuan Qin put away her brush. She placed the long brush on the ink stone and bowed towards Zhao Ming, "I had the pleasure of reading Master's Lu's painting when I was young, and I was very impressed. Today, I am very ashamed to receive young masters praise."
"No, Miss Yuan Qin is talented and intelligent. If she practice diligently, her painting skill will not be inferior to mine in the future." Zhao Ming hurriedly returned the courtesy and praise her sincerely.
Yuan Qin smiled and nodded. She picked up the scroll and walked back to the tent, ignoring Bi Ling's extended hand to pick up the painting and placed the painting in front of Ren Anle's table.
Princess Shaohua, who was sitting in the middle of the tent, had a dark face. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she held up the porcelain cup in her hand.
The crowd waited for Ren Anle to present the painting to Princess Shaohua so that the farce could be brought to an end.
Instead, she rolled up the painting. she rose abruptly and walked slowly outside, with the aura of a dragon walking.