Hearing this, Zhao Hao slapped his head and said, "Oh my goodness, I forgot about this. Fortunately, you reminded me. I'll go now. I'll treat you to a drink another day!"
Shang Henshui pulled him back and whispered, "Boy, I know you have extraordinary talent in poetry, but in terms of painting, you..."
Zhao Hao chuckled and said, "Just watch. Oh, by the way, please have someone find me some charcoal. I want hardwood charcoal."
Shang Henshui was confused: "What are you doing? What do you want charcoal for at this time?"
Zhao Hao said unhappily: "Now is not the time to explain, you will know when the time comes, go quickly, time is running out!"
After saying that, Zhao Hao walked to the empty table, hugged his shoulders, closed his eyes and waited.
When everyone saw him like this, they immediately frowned.
Including the diplomatic envoys, Princess Li Ge also cast a curious look at him.
The third prince, on the other hand, laughed softly.
"I just heard that this person's name is Zhao Hao, right?"
"That's quite interesting!"
"You knew you were going to lose, so you just gave up?"
"I originally thought that this literary duel would have twists and turns, and it wouldn't be so easy to win."
“I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly!”
As he spoke, he looked at Princess Li Ge meaningfully.
Princess Li Ge nodded calmly.
If it is true as the third prince said, that would be great.
Although this literary battle appeared to be between three parties, it was actually between two parties.
The Wu Kingdom and the Shu Kingdom are like brothers.
Seeing Zhao Hao with his eyes closed and his arms folded, motionless like a sculpture, Jiang Wan'er was a little confused.
She turned her head and gave Princess Yongning beside her 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 down.
Zhao Hao still didn't move.
Is Zhao Hao really going to give up?
Just when everyone thought so, Shang Henshui came back.
I brought back a bundle of charcoal wrapped in cloth.
"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 location of the burning incense, and asked anxiously: "Is it too late?"
Zhao Hao said calmly: "Not bad, not bad, leave it to me now."
As he spoke, he picked out a piece of charcoal that suited his needs from the cloth bag and began to paint.
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 could sketch.
And the level is very high.
The topic Jiang Wan'er asked was also about beauty.
But it fits so well.
Taking a deep breath, he looked up at Jiang Wan'er sitting on the dragon throne.
Then start carving.
When the incense burns to the end, his painting is finished.
Zhao Hao picked up the brush and wrote a poem on it.
Putting down the pen, Zhao Hao realized that the two people from the delegation had already finished painting, and everyone in the Linde Hall was waiting for him.
Zhao Hao grinned and raised his dark hands to the surroundings.
"Sorry everyone, we finally finished it after rushing around!"
"Luckily it didn't time out!"
As he spoke, he bowed respectfully to Jiang Wan'er again.
"Your Majesty, my work is complete and the judging may begin!"
Seeing him so relaxed, for some reason, Jiang Wan'er's slightly heavy mood also eased a lot.
She said softly, "Show the three paintings in order for everyone to see!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a palace maid came forward and carefully displayed the works of the Wu State Painting Saint in front of everyone.
This is a typical landscape painting.
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 was enough for everyone present to involuntarily exclaim in admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
The poem mentioned in the painting is worthy of the title of the best poem.
It complements the paintings and brings out the best in each other.
This is truly a work worth collecting and passing down from generation to generation.
Let’s look at the Shu Kingdom.
The young man's paintings all depict a dilapidated world.
Everywhere reveals desolation, withering, coldness, and even despair.
But even in this broken despair, a pair of weak butterflies are dancing gracefully.
It forms a stark contrast to the artistic conception of the entire painting, expressing a kind of beauty that is poignant, yet sympathetic, pitiful, and touching.
The poem on the painting was written by the woman who participated in the game of throwing pots and flying flowers.
The poem is simple.
unfortunately.
Not clumsy.
It can even be said to be mediocre.
But it created a strange resonance with this painting.
Although this kind of work is not as solid as the landscape painting of Wu State, it is better in its mysterious artistic conception.
It has also reached the level of a treasure to be handed down from generation to generation.
After seeing these two pictures, all the ministers of the country looked extremely ugly.
The works of Wu and Shu were both so powerful.
How can we win this?
Just when everyone thought that Gan Guo would lose the literary battle, two palace maids picked up Zhao Hao's work and showed it to everyone.
The moment the painting was seen, incredible exclamations rang out again in the entire Linde Hall.
"Oh my god, what did I see?"
“Is…is this true?”
"There is such a magical skill in the world?"
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