Luo Lan glanced at Leng Xi, pursed her lips and said to him helplessly:

"My sister-in-law is a little behind in painting, so I need to think carefully about how to paint."

"But time is running out, and..." As he said this, Leng Xi looked at the painter who was painting, frowned and urged anxiously:

"Besides, they are almost done with the painting. If you don't start now, it will be too late."

Luo Lan then sat up straight, glanced at the painter beside him, looked at Leng Xi as if he had suddenly realized something, and said exaggeratedly:

"Thank you for the reminder, Fifth Brother."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the brush and began to paint on the canvas in front of her.

After a while, the time of one stick of incense was up. Wu Hong raised his eyebrows proudly, stood up and announced,

"Time's up, please stop writing!"

Only then did the painter put down his brush contentedly, and Luo Lan also put down his brush after painting the last stroke of paint.

At this time, Wu Hong waved his hand, and two palace servants came forward to pick up the painter's painting. Everyone praised it after seeing it, saying that it was a wonderful work. After the emperor saw it, he nodded in praise.

"It looks like a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain. The tiger's eyes are lifelike, just like a real tiger. Not bad, not bad."

The painter was naturally overjoyed to receive the emperor's praise. He clasped his fists and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment."

The moment the emperor finished speaking, Leng Zian couldn't wait to follow suit and praise him.

"Well, you are worthy of being the number one painter in the capital. Your painting skills are truly unmatched. This king has really opened his eyes today."

After saying this, he turned to look at Luo Lan and asked with sarcasm in his eyes:

"Princess Yu, you're definitely going to lose this round, hahahaha..."