Along the River During the Qingming Festival 2
Yu Ye stood in front of Lanya's desk, lowering her head to look at the painting. The painting was only half-finished, and several bridges, bustling crowds, livestock, houses could be seen. At this moment, she was drawing the crowd part, and the people of all shapes and sizes on that painting were vividly depicted.
The composition is sparse and dense, with clever brushwork and seal script, showing a good foundation.
A hint of admiration flashed across his eyebrows, a woman with such exquisite painting skills was indeed a rare talent.
Although separated by a veil, he can feel the painter's devotion, as if immersing himself in his own painting, undisturbed by the outside world, this is the realm of painting.
Bai Mengni took in that hint of praise, feeling extremely displeased in her heart. She stared at the person in black clothes and black veil, with an added thread of anger.
With a wave of his hand, he indicated that everyone should rise and continue the competition, and the kneeling official finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Bishou recovered normally and stood in front of Lanya again, looking at the painting as if he wanted to see through it even more.
Lan Ya focused, her slender fingers moved deftly, almost completing the flowers on one side. Then, she shifted her brush to the middle section and outlined a rainbow bridge, the centerpiece of "Clearing Up After Snowfall" along with the Bridgehead Street scene.
Prosperous streets, crowded with people, at first glance it seems chaotic, but upon closer observation, one can see that the two sides of the street are lined with people from different industries engaged in various businesses.
The bustling crowd, tourists and vendors, make it even more approachable.
The time for the trial was set to be as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea. Lan Ya made some rough calculations, taking into account the length of the street, the scenery blocking the view, and sliding down to the river, where there were fewer boats, and the river was shorter.
Just in time for a cup of tea, Lanyah put down the border and held her pen to admire this half-finished "Qingming Shanghe Tu" with great satisfaction.
"This painting of yours seems unfinished." A magnetic voice sounded above her head.
Lan Ya was startled and looked up, only to find that there was still someone standing in front of her. When she caught sight of the man's face, her heart suddenly sank.
Even through the veil, she could see that this man was the one from the ship that day, the current tyrant king, and also the one who crippled her legs...!
Lan Ya's hand grasped a brush, relaxed, and fell onto the rice paper, the tip of the pen staining a pile of black marks on the rice paper.
"Are you afraid of me?" The voice of Zhu Ye's Crazy Ming carried a hint of coldness.
Lan Ya's expression changed in an instant, remembering her own loss of composure, she hastily picked up the brush from the xuan paper and bowed her head to pay respects.
"See the Mad King." The voice pretended to be calm, while inwardly warning himself again and again not to lose his composure.
Although he was clearly flustered, he pretended to be calm and composed. This behavior caused Ji Ye's mouth to twitch at the corner, as if he were smiling.
The people below were shocked and amazed, some of them couldn't believe their eyes. Can the tyrant king actually smile?
"Your bow is too insincere." His voice was light and no longer carried a chill.
Lan Ya gripped her brush tightly, a look of resentment on her face. She thought about how this man had abused her in the past and she couldn't help but want to kill him right now.
"This humble servant's legs are inconvenient to move, please forgive me, Crazy King." Calming the turmoil in his heart, it was absolutely not beneficial to confront this man now.
"You're a slave? If I'm not mistaken, you should be a woman. What kind of slave are you?" Chu Ye Cang Ming pulled over a chair and sat in front of her, his sharp eyes seeming to bore a hole through the black veil.
