Luo Lan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and a look of disdain once again surged across her pretty eyes. She looked at Leng Zi'an, raised her eyebrows and said coldly:
"Uncle, we haven't even started the fight yet, how can you tell who will win? Could it be that Uncle can predict the future?"
As soon as she said this, Leng Zian's smug expression suddenly stopped, and was followed by a contemptuous tone and a disdainful expression.
"Hmph! The title of the capital's number one painter isn't earned for nothing. Since Princess Yu isn't convinced, please show us your paintings."
His tone was still full of sarcasm.
Leng Yu, who was beside him, had a cold expression on his face, and his handsome eyes were fixed on Luo Lan.
Regardless of winning or losing, he would not tolerate anyone showing even a little disrespect to his Lan'er.
At this time, Luo Lan waved her hand, and two other palace maids came forward and picked up her painting. When the people present saw this simple painting, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha...what is this drawing?"
"This guy really knows nothing about painting. He just randomly draws something to fool people."
"It seems that Princess Yu is doomed to lose this time."
“…”
Amid the discussions among the crowd, the emperor's expression looked extremely grim. He could sense the perfunctory attitude of Princess Yu in the painting.
The Wu family father and son looked at each other proudly, and then grinned with pride. The meaning of their smile was very obvious.
Looking at the two paintings placed in front of everyone, anyone with a discerning eye could see that in this game, the Wu father and son would definitely win.
Leng Zian even waved his hands proudly at this moment, stroking his few small mustaches and said proudly:
"Princess Yu, do you have anything else to say? Can I just declare you the loser in this round?"
Luo Lan glanced at the painter's painting, then looked at his own painting, shook his head helplessly, and then bowed to the emperor and said:
"Your Majesty, please allow me to explain the artistic conception of this painting before we decide who wins or loses."
Although the emperor looked unhappy, he did not want to get angry at his daughter-in-law in public, so he could only wave his hands impatiently.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Luo Lan then pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said softly:
"Father, please look at this painting. Luo Lan painted it for you. What do you think the pattern on it looks like?"
The emperor said coldly without hesitation: "Like an iron barrel."
"So what's in this bucket?"
"ginger."
The emperor's tone became a little stiff. This Princess Yu really gave people the feeling that she was getting more and more unreasonable. She had won the first two games and the emperor's impression of her had improved a little, but she was asking these inexplicable questions here. No wonder the emperor's face looked so ugly.
Luo Lan raised the corner of his mouth proudly, raised his chin slightly, and said with sparkling eyes, raising his eyebrows proudly:
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. The one below is a bucket, and the one inside is filled with ginger. Doesn't the shape of this ginger resemble a mountain?"
As soon as she said this, Leng Yu, who had been sitting aside pondering, suddenly spoke in surprise as if he had suddenly realized something.
"My lady, what you mean is that the meaning of this painting is: a kingdom in a bucket?"
As soon as he said this, Luo Lan winked at him, then nodded proudly.
"Prince Yu is absolutely right. I just said that I would give this painting to the Emperor. So although this painting is simple, its meaning is very clear. The Emperor will always rule the country."
"Hahaha……"
When the emperor heard her words, he suddenly laughed out loud. At this moment, these simple words became majestic in front of him, and he liked them more and more the more he read them. Especially when Leng Yu and Luo Lan said in front of all the foreign kings that he would unify the country, he felt that his anger just now disappeared instantly, and his joy increased a lot.
At this time, the Wu family father and son were suddenly speechless, and Leng Zian also remained silent.
At this point, no matter how poor Luo Lan's painting skills were, no one would comment on her paintings anymore.
Everyone changed their contemptuous attitude and began to praise her paintings.
"Well, although this painting is simple, its meaning is not simple at all. It's really wonderful."
"May the unification of the country bring peace to the emperor, and may he be blessed with a hundred blessings."
“…”
Everyone's words fell into the emperor's ears. On the first day of the new year, the emperor's face was naturally filled with joy when he heard these words.
Seeing the disdain on the faces of the Wu family father and son, Luo Lan took two slow steps and came to the picture of a tiger descending the mountain. He glanced at it lightly and said solemnly:
"May I ask this painter, what is the meaning of the painting of a tiger descending the mountain that you gave to the emperor on New Year's Day? And who does this tiger represent?"
As soon as she said this, the emperor suddenly realized that he had intended to take advantage of this annual banquet to seize Wu Hong's military power, but he had not found the opportunity so far. Now it seems that the opportunity has come.
So, he slammed the table hard and said angrily:
"Bold General Wu, is this tiger you asked the artist to draw a representation of yourself? Are you planning to come down the mountain to harm me?"
When the emperor said this, Wu Hong immediately felt that the situation was not good. He hurriedly stood up from his seat, knelt on one knee, and kept explaining in a panic.
"Your Majesty, I did not mean that. This painting was done by the artist alone and has nothing to do with me."
The painter was so frightened that he was trembling with fear. He knelt on the ground, his body shaking constantly, unable to utter a word. He never thought that his best painting of a tiger descending the mountain would be misunderstood by the emperor.
The emperor did not point the finger at the painter, but snorted coldly at Wu Hong again:
"General Wu, you are the one who invited the painter. How could he be so bold without your permission?"
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