"This is His Highness the Crown Prince."
"It's beautifully drawn."
"Unfortunately, it only resembles the form, but lacks the spirit."
Someone shouted.
Ling Jingyu's strikingly handsome face is unforgettable at first glance.
Mo Bilian was a skilled painter, and she brought the peach blossom forest to life, making Ling Jingyu seem almost alive.
However, even with the best drawing skills, only Ling Jingyu's appearance was depicted; his noble bearing and extraordinary talent were not captured.
It has form but no spirit.
It wasn't that Mo Bilian's painting skills were lacking, but rather that Ling Jingyu's demeanor was something that could not be described by brushstrokes or words.
But it must be said that this already captures three-tenths of Ling Jingyu's essence, which is enough to demonstrate her superb drawing skills.
Mo Bilian looked up at Ling Jingyu with eager eyes. She was drawing him. Did he know?
Ling Jingyu glanced up at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable, then looked away without making any comment.
Mo Bilian was immediately confused about his thoughts.
Is it because of Mo Yunzhao that Your Highness is hiding your feelings?
As Ling Yongnian looked at the painting, his eyes also darkened.
Sure enough, Mo Bilian was looking for someone better.
The other girls who participated in the selection all finished their paintings, but compared to Mo Bilian, they were simply unbearable to look at.
Mo Yunzhao was the only one still painting, and she quickly became the center of attention, with everyone talking about her.
Her paintings, with their light and dense colors, appear to everyone as if she were just randomly scribbling with a brush, especially since her body is blocking the view and makes it difficult to discern much of the details.
No one had high hopes for her. If she weren't the city lord, they would probably be calling for her to step down now, to stop wasting everyone's time.
Although no one shouted it out loud, everyone's disdainful whispers and lowered heads conveyed enough.
Mo Bici shouted, "Patriarch Tu, let's not wait any longer. Mo Yunzhao's scribbles are just a waste of time. Let's just pronounce the verdict."
Ling Jingyu turned his head and looked at her coldly.
Mo Yunlan snatched the sword from Nie You's arms, "Say another word and I'll tear your mouth apart."
Fu Liu patted the big white tiger's head and said, "Watch out, if she utters another word, I'll bite her."
The menacing group startled Mo Bici, causing her to shrink back slightly before straightening her neck again.
She dared not speak again, but still managed to project an expression of utter contempt and disdain.
The hourglass continued to run, and Mo Yunzhao never stopped.
Under the scorching sun, the crowd was already getting restless, no longer caring that Mo Yunzhao was the city lord.
"If you can't draw, just admit defeat."
"What are you doing, scribbling nonsense over there, pretending to be a profound master?"
...
As soon as someone spoke, they suddenly felt an inexplicable weight pressing down on them, and their legs went weak, causing them to kneel on the ground with a thud.
Then someone mentioned Mo Yunzhao, and people began to kneel down, shut up, and fall silent.
Those who were still standing stared in astonishment at the kneeling person.
What's wrong with them? Can't they just stand up?
If you insist on kneeling, how can you even see anything?
In the eerie atmosphere, a gong and drum suddenly sounded.
"Time's up."
As the last drop of sand in the hourglass ran out, and as the Tu family head's voice faded, Mo Yunzhao finished his final stroke.
She readily turned and stepped aside.
Those who were just dozing off immediately woke up and craned their necks to see what Mo Yunzhao had drawn.
"It's just scribbles, what's the big deal..."
It's beautiful.
Before Mo Bici could utter those three words, she looked up and swallowed them back.
She was utterly astonished.
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