She just wanted her to die inconspicuously in a corner, so Jiang Xianglan sent the steward to warn her to go upstream.
Gu Yaoqing turned around and looked at Yun Miao in surprise, meeting the familiar eyes behind the gilded mask, and then raised his eyebrows slightly: "You have to face the noble ladies of the entire Haicheng, as well as the talented women of the capital."
She could have refused, with so many people protecting her.
Mu Linyuan's eyes deepened slightly: "In that case, I believe that the Flower God who has the courage to accept the challenge from so many noble ladies is definitely not a weakling."
Mu Yeting's eyes were blazing: "Okay, okay, then this prince will wait and see."
Just as he looked towards Yun Miao, his gaze was blocked by Mu Linyuan and Gu Yaoqing again. Mu Linyuan directly grabbed his arm and said, "In that case, my royal brother, please sit down and watch!"
Mu Yeting was held hostage by Mu Linyuan and could only retreat while looking at the woman in the red dress in the distance with reluctance: "Miss Yun, wait for me. I will definitely shout for you to the end."
Mu Lansheng was left alone on the water platform, facing Yun Miao. He looked into Yun Miao's familiar eyes, his hands excitedly clasping the back of his wheelchair. His handsome face was filled with suppressed emotions. "This prince... will be waiting for you downstairs."
Yun Miao was calm and had a cold look in her eyes. She just turned sideways.
It was as if the person in front of him was just a stranger.
Mulansheng looked at the woman's cold reaction in confusion. Didn't she recognize him?
But this was not the time to reminisce about the past, so he could only let his family members push him off the platform.
"Since Miss Luo is willing to accept the challenge, Madam Gaoming should not stop her anymore, right?" Yun Xian said, looking in the direction of Jiang.
Jiang had no choice but to sit down. "Of course, but the challenge can only be given to the top performers in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. As for the others, they won't have a chance."
"In that case, let me go first! How about I compete in painting with Miss Luo?" Yang Zhifu stood up slowly.
Seeing her get up, everyone couldn't help but think of the lifelike peony that Yang Zhifu had painted during the day, and naturally felt relieved.
"This Yun Miao thinks she's so good at dancing that she becomes arrogant. She even dares to compete with Yang Zhifu in painting skills? It's really hilarious." Everyone wanted to laugh.
Yang Zhifu slowly walked onto the stage, then nodded and smiled at Yun Miao.
The servants had already started preparing pens, ink, paper, inkstone and a table.
Seeing Yun Miao being so arrogant, Meng Yuqin naturally did not stop her. If Luo Meng'er was eliminated, it would obviously be better for the current situation.
She didn't want to see her son acting so irrationally for a woman.
It made her feel vaguely uneasy.
There were many women to choose from at this flower show, and she would never allow her son to make a mistake.
"It's good that all of you talented ladies are so competitive. After all, there is only one position of the Goddess of Flowers, and you must not let down the title of the most talented lady. Since you are the first to compete in painting, there is no need to set a topic. Just paint what you are good at." Meng Yuqin said slowly.
Hearing this, Yang Zhifu had already sat in her seat and started grinding the brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
Yun Miao next to him waved to the servant on the other end.
When the servant approached, Yun Miao whispered something into his ear.
A look of surprise flashed across the boy's eyes, then he nodded and went down to prepare.
"What is she doing? Yang Zhifu has already started painting, is she going to run away?"
"Who knows? I'm afraid he's just too nervous to know what to do."
Yun Xian and Yan Shasha laughed at the same time. How dare they accept the challenge in front of such real talent?
Just when Yang Zhifu had finished a third of her ink landscape painting, Yun Miao's servant came running over. He held a colorful seasoning tray and looked at Yun Miao. "These are the only colors we can find. They contain rouge and dye. Be careful not to get them on your hands; they're hard to wash off."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh at the colorful array: "What is she doing? Is she putting makeup on?"
"I think it's just a pretense."
However, Yun Miao had already unfolded the paper and began to visually observe the pavilion below and began to draw.
Large amounts of yellow paint splashed onto the paper made the scene even more ridiculous for everyone watching. Was this a random act?
Yet, on a yellow-based paper, Yun Miao has meticulously rendered pavilions, lights, wood, and people in diverse clothing. The dark river sets off the pavilions' splendor, while the people, living amidst this peaceful splendor, display a variety of expressions. The pervasive black sky and the luminous moon, rendered with exquisite realism through the blending of colors and layers, create a sense of utter reality.
She also paints in ink, but compared to the all-black ancient landscape paintings, hers is more realistic.
As for the details, they are naturally more delicate, with the different costumes, sitting postures, and expressions of the characters all portrayed one by one.
The guests of honor in her previous life, such as the Painting Fairy and the Alchemy Fairy, all worked under her. She didn't need to be influenced by them. Considering her age, these flashy arts could not be considered hobbies.
"I've finished painting." Yang Zhifu on the other end had already stood up. She smiled gently with an elegant posture.
The servants immediately took down her paintings and placed them on a special wooden stand for display so that the people below could see them.
The ink-painted landscapes of bamboo, the curling smoke from the retreating homes, and the flowing water under the small bridge create a tranquil rural painting.
Yang Zhifu smiled gently and said, "What I long for most is this quiet life in the forest. Being able to choose someone to live a stable life with, to be a husband and raise children, and to spend the rest of my life together, isn't that a kind of happiness?"
These words made everyone nod in satisfaction.
"This painting is truly beautiful!" Meng Yuqin led the praise. "It's rare that Miss Yang has such a simple and unsophisticated heart, devoted to the farmland. If she weren't a person of pure desire, she wouldn't be able to create such a painting. It shows that Miss Yang's heart is truly pure and kind."
"This painting has already won, right? Is there any need to look at it again?" Yun Xian spoke first.
The other ladies also nodded: "This painting is the pinnacle of perfection. I don't think anyone can compare to it."
"How can you tell the difference without looking at the other one?" Mulansheng's cold voice sounded.
Everyone immediately shut up.
Thinking of the Third Prince's recent drastic measures, even the elders in their family were trembling with fear for being implicated, so they naturally did not dare to refute.
Yun Miao just stopped writing: "Okay."
As soon as she put her pen to paper, a servant came forward to take the painting. When the servant hurried to look at Yun Miao's painting, he was stunned for a long time before reacting, and then he carefully picked up the painting.
Oh my god, what kind of masterpiece is this? He seemed to see real objects being embedded in the painting.
When the man carefully placed the painting in the frame, everyone who was originally disdainful was stunned where they were.
"This...is this...a painting?" Mu Yeting was stunned and looked at the painting in surprise.
Everyone present was shocked.
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