Hearing this, Zhao Hao also slapped his head: "Good guy, forget about this problem. Fortunately, you reminded me. I will go now and treat you to a drink another day!"
Shang Henshui pulled him back and whispered: "Boy, I know that you are an extraordinary poet, but when it comes to painting, you..."
Zhao Hao chuckled and said, "Just watch it. By the way, hurry up and get me some charcoal. I want hardwood charcoal."
Shang Henshui was immediately puzzled: "What are you doing, kid? What do you want charcoal for at this time?"
Zhao Hao said angrily: "Now is not the time to explain. You will know when the time comes. Go, go, time is running out!"
After saying that, Zhao Hao walked to the empty table, hugged his shoulders and closed his eyes to wait.
When everyone saw him like this, they immediately frowned.
Including the mission, Princess Lige also cast curious glances at him.
The third prince, on the other hand, laughed softly.
"I just heard that this person's name is Zhao Hao, right?"
"It's quite interesting!"
"You knew you were going to lose, so you just gave up?"
"I originally thought that this literary battle would have twists and turns, and it would not be easy to win."
“I never thought it would go so smoothly!”
As he said that, he glanced at Princess Lige thoughtfully.
Princess Lige nodded calmly.
If it is true as the third prince said, that would be great.
Although this literary battle appears to be involving three parties, it is actually two parties.
Wu and Shu both wear the same pair of trousers.
Seeing Zhao Hao always closing his eyes and hugging his arms, motionless, like a sculpture, Jiang Waner was also a little confused.
She turned to Princess Yongning next to her and cast a questioning look.
Princess Yongning also shook her head in confusion.
I don’t know what Zhao Hao is doing.
soon.
One third of the incense was burned away.
Zhao Hao still didn't move.
Does Zhao Hao really want to give up?
Just when everyone thought so, Shang Henshui came back.
He returned with a bundle of charcoal wrapped in a cloth bag.
"Look, I found it for you. It's all hardwood charcoal, both thick and thin!"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the position of the incense burner, and asked anxiously: "Is it still too late?"
Zhao Hao said calmly: "Not bad, leave it to me next."
As he spoke, he picked out a stick of charcoal from the cloth bag and started painting.
When everyone saw that he actually moved and used charcoal, they all looked at him in surprise.
Zhao Hao really doesn't know how to paint with a brush.
But he can sketch.
And the level is very high.
Jiang Waner's topic was another beautiful one.
But it fits so well.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Waner on the dragon chair.
Then start to draw.
When the incense burned to the end, his painting was completed.
Zhao Hao picked up the brush and wrote a poem on it.
Putting down the pen, Zhao Hao realized that the two people on the mission side had already finished painting, and everyone in the Linde Hall was waiting for him.
Zhao Hao grinned and arched his dark hands in all directions.
"Sorry everyone, hurry up and hurry up and it's finally finished!"
"Luckily it didn't time out!"
With that said, he bowed respectfully to Jiang Waner.
"Your Majesty, my work is finished and the judging can begin!"
Seeing him looking so relaxed, Jiang Waner's slightly solemn mood relaxed a lot for some reason.
She spoke softly: "Display the three paintings in sequence for everyone to enjoy!"
As soon as the words fell, a palace maid came forward and carefully displayed the paintings of Wu Guo Painting Saint in front of everyone.
This is a typical landscape.
There are mountains, rivers, floating clouds and red sun in the painting.
No matter which scene or inch it is, it is absolutely beautiful and magnificent.
Not only that, the blank space is also quite artistic.
Just one glance made everyone present couldn't help but exclaim in admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
The poem mentioned in the painting is also worthy of its reputation as a poem.
It complements the paintings and complements each other.
This is simply a work worthy of being treasured and passed down for generations to come.
Let’s look at the Shu side.
The young man's paintings are all about a ruined world.
Everywhere reveals dilapidation, decay, coldness, and even despair.
But even in this broken despair, there is a pair of weak butterflies dancing gracefully.
It forms a completely different contrast with the artistic conception of the entire painting, showing a sad, yet sympathetic, and touching beauty.
The poem on the painting was written by the woman who participated in throwing the pot and flying flowers.
The poem is simple.
unfortunately.
Not clumsy.
It can even be said to be unremarkable.
But it has a strange resonance with this painting.
Although this kind of work is not as solid as Wu Guo's landscape painting, it is worse than the mysterious artistic conception.
It has also reached the level of being handed down from generation to generation.
After reading these two pictures, all the ministers of the Qian Kingdom looked extremely ugly.
The works of Wu and Shu are both so powerful.
How to win?
Just when everyone thought that Qian Guoguo had lost the literary battle, the two palace maids picked up Zhao Hao's works and showed them to everyone.
The moment he saw the painting, the entire Linde Hall once again heard incredible exclamations.
"Oh my god, what did I see?"
"Is this... is this true?"
"Is there such a magical skill in the world?"
"It's incredible..."
"Okay, okay, okay, this painting is so amazing!"
"A painting method that has never been seen before!"
"Look, there's that poem..."
"Paintings handed down from generation to generation, poems handed down from generation to generation!"
That's right, what Zhao Hao painted was none other than Jiang Waner.
He used charcoal as a brush and sketching techniques to draw a lifelike, extremely expressive, and real-life portrait of Jiang Waner.
The paintings are delicate and three-dimensional, and even the expressions are beautifully displayed.
As for the poem, of course it was the one he gave to Jiang Waner before.
"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces,"
"The spring breeze blows Revlon."
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain,"
"We will meet under the moon at Yaotai."
Zhao Hao stood aside with a smile on his face, watching everyone's exclamations at leisure.
At this moment, Jiang Waner had already stood up from the dragon chair.
She never expected that Zhao Hao would draw her.
And he also used a technique that he had never seen before, and he painted it to such an incredible extent.
Paired with this poem...
Her breathing was a little rapid.
On the side of the mission, everyone's expressions became extremely solemn at this moment.
Poetry, definitely lost.
painting……
Even if the level is the same, this is a pioneering technique.
Add to that, and they lose too…
Jiang Waner, who had calmed down, sat back on the dragon chair and asked softly.
"Princess Lige, Third Prince, who will lose and who will win in this second game?"
Princess Lige took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, Da Gan won this second game!"
