Apart from Ling Jingyu, everyone else fell silent as they looked at Mo Yunzhao's painting.
This painting is divided into two parts.
The upper part offers a panoramic view of the bustling and prosperous life of Moyang City, vividly depicting the city's diverse aspects of life and prosperity. It allows viewers to see the entire city of Moyang at a glance.
The lower part is still Moyang City, but it is a ruin, with rivers of blood, mountains of corpses, and people sitting on the ground wailing.
In the ruins, a man dressed in a white robe, whose face was obscured, knelt, digging at the ground with his hands. In detail, the man's hands were bloody and mangled, with bones visible.
Prosperity and ruins, the myriad aspects of people's lives and mountains of corpses.
They form an extreme contrast.
It was deeply moving.
It evoked empathy in people's hearts, and their hearts also felt heavy with sorrow.
The present is prosperous and thriving, while the past, and the future, is filled with mountains of corpses.
The image of the man kneeling and digging at the ground with his hands is the finishing touch, leaving viewers speechless and unconsciously shedding tears.
This painting, though not as exquisite as Mo Bilian's, has smooth lines and a natural, flowing style. The expressions and emotions conveyed are even more captivating.
Patriarch Tu raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face. "Mo Yunzhao wins."
No one objected; they simply wiped away a tear silently.
Ling Jingyu stared at the painting, completely stunned.
The person in the painting, though faceless, is none other than himself.
This was in his past life. Ah Zhao destroyed a city in one fell swoop. He arrived too late, so he spent his days and nights digging at the ground with his hands amidst the ruins.
She...knows?
Ling Jingyu's heart felt sour, bitter, and dull with pain.
He felt sorry for his Ah Zhao.
Princess Ning'an looked at Mo Bilian's painting, then at Mo Yunzhao's painting, her brows furrowing slightly. "Is this a painting of my brother, the Crown Prince?"
Mo Yunlan couldn't recognize the name. "No way, there's no face drawn, just an outline."
Princess Ning'an thought so too, but the scene was too tragic. "My brother, the Crown Prince, used to love white robes the most, but now..."
As she spoke, she examined the clothes of Ling Jingyu and Mo Yunzhao again.
The plum blossoms and branches are both red, and they are all the same style.
Well, the Crown Prince is bewitched.
Mo Bilian looked at her painting hanging next to Mo Yunzhao's.
This makes her paintings seem vulgar, her vision seem narrow, and she is not worthy of serious consideration.
The main difference lies in the people depicted. She drew His Highness's face, making it clear that it was His Highness, while Mo Yunzhao's face wasn't drawn, yet it still gave the impression of being His Highness.
After comparing them, she had to admit it.
Compared to Mo Yunzhao's paintings...
That's a world of difference.
She accepted her defeat wholeheartedly, yet she was still unwilling to accept it.
Next is character, which is hard to define. Just look at the public's opinion of him and let the people present choose. After all, the Hundred Flower Fairy is choosing an auspicious person for Moyang City.
Perhaps it was that painting that had just been displayed that deeply moved the people.
Ordinary people care about the environment and how those in power treat them.
Mo Yunzhao's painting, which depicted the lives of ordinary people, clearly won their hearts, so most of them chose Mo Yunzhao.
In the second round, based on character, Mo Yunzhao won again.
In the third round, appearance was the deciding factor; there was no need to compare them, and the winner was immediately determined.
Mo Yunzhao stood on the stage, and without doing anything, just standing there quietly, her beauty was enough to captivate the world, making everyone else pale in comparison.
The title of the most beautiful woman in Xuan Tang Kingdom is not just for show.
After being outmatched for three consecutive games, Mo Bilian decided to try and salvage some pride in the fourth game by improving her skills.
"I heard that Third Sister recently crippled her spiritual power. I wonder if she has recovered now?" Mo Bilian asked softly.
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