Prince Guangping stood at the very front of the crowd, his face full of interest.
Wu Qingjin squeezed into the crowd, got close to the Prince of Guangping, and stared at the drawing board. She wouldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.
Does she not know Qiao Zhizhi's skill level? Such sudden and significant progress and innovation is almost impossible.
Prince Guangping lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling on Wu Qingjin's face, then he raised his eyes as if nothing had happened and continued looking at the easel.
After observing Miss Zhong for a while, Qiao Zhizhi began writing with practiced ease and fluency, only glancing at Miss Zhong occasionally.
Time passed slowly. Creating a painting is not something that can be done in a few minutes, but everyone was very patient, staring intently at it.
Everyone was still observing the tools. With such a rich variety of pigments, there were many shades of blue and many shades of red, satisfying even the most meticulous and precise needs.
It can be said that pigments were a key factor in Qiao Zhizhi's ability to create these paintings.
Half an hour passed, then an hour passed, and then another half hour passed.
The portrait on the canvas gradually came to life, achieving a perfect harmony with Miss Zhong. When Qiao Zhizhi put away her paintbrush and stood up to make room, the portrait was clearly and completely revealed to everyone.
Everyone stared intently, then gasped in shock.
Exactly the same, really exactly the same. At first glance, I thought it was half of Miss Zhong's body stuck in the canvas.
Every strand of hair, the openwork skirt, the shimmer in the eyes, the bright red lipstick on the lips, the jade-like skin, the fine down on the cheeks, the intricate patterns on the thin shirt and dress, and even the subtly revealed layered lining, are all presented exquisitely.
Although everyone had already witnessed this level of skill from the paintings hanging on the wall, seeing Qiao Zhizhi paint it in person was still a truly awe-inspiring experience.
"Truly, that's real skill," someone remarked.
"Although I've never seen these paints before and they were a great help, I still couldn't paint them even if I had them."
"Yes, the light and shadow, the composition, the sense of layering—each of these requires in-depth study and practice."
"Since Miss Zhong is painted so realistically, it means that the scenery is also completely reproduced without any distortion."
"Ah, what a genius! Such originality is unprecedented in thousands of years. From now on, this land will have another style of painting, which will surely become one of the mainstream styles. Miss Zhizhi is the pioneer."
Upon hearing the words "founding ancestor," Wu Qingjin felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. A sense of powerlessness and frustration, which she felt she could never catch up with in this lifetime, overwhelmed her. She was extremely annoyed. Why did she have to let Qiao Zhizhi hold an art exhibition?
Idiot, I really want to slap myself a few times.
She has now witnessed Qiao Zhizhi's true abilities. That brat kept it a secret from her, afraid that she would learn it by mistake and then leave her out to shine.
On the surface, he was very friendly and close to her, but behind her back, he was deceiving her!
All the bitterness and jealousy transformed into dark hatred.
Thinking of how Qiao Zhizhi would shine brightly and achieve great success, she didn't even realize that her fingers were digging into her palms until they bled.
After maintaining one position for a long time, Miss Zhong found that her whole body was sore and stiff when she moved. Qiao Zhizhi helped her up: "Miss Zhong, take a look too."
Miss Zhong looked at her gratefully. Such talent and skill, yet she had no airs at all, and was so approachable.
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