Not long after Zhao Ruxi finished painting, someone shouted loudly: "The time is up, please leave the contestants."

Zhao Ruxi had already packed her things. Upon hearing this, she left the scene neatly.

Zhang Xiuyan deliberately pretended to pack things and took his time. After Zhao Ruxi left, he took a look at her paintings.

At this glance, his whole body was stunned.

The mountains are majestic and majestic, the cliffs are sharp, and the waterfalls pour down from the top of the mountains. The waves are splashing, and the splashing water seems to fall on you. You can even hear the roaring sound of the waterfalls. This is not a painting, this is nature.

The uncanny workmanship can shock people's souls and make them feel their own insignificance and the greatness of nature.

Not only Zhang Xiuyan wanted to see Zhao Ruxi's paintings, but also Lin Yunshen, Zhong Lei and others behind him.

It's just that they can't see the whole picture clearly because of the people in front of them.

Railings were made of ropes around the playing field, but an opening was left in the middle of the east and west sides. When Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei left the field, they could have walked a few steps back and exited through the opening on the east side.

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But in order to take a look at Zhao Ruxi's painting, they did not turn after leaving the right side of the seat, but walked straight forward. They planned to go around Zhao Ruxi's position, then go around from north to west, and circle most of the outside of the competition venue, from

Exit through the gap on the west.

When they walked to Zhao Ruxi's painting and saw it, they were also shocked, as if someone had pressed the pause button and stopped in place. Their eyes were dull, their lips were slightly open, and the expression on their faces was exactly the same as Zhang Xiuyan's.

The students from the Imperial College who were helping to maintain order saw that several people were about to leave. After walking a few steps, they stood still, staring at other people's paintings. They ran over and said to several people: "Since you are leaving, why don't you leave?"

Please leave immediately, otherwise it will be treated as a timeout."

After speaking, he reminded Zhang Xiuyan.

After hearing the word "timeout", Zhang Xiuyan and Lin Yunshen came to their senses.

Zhang Xiuyan picked up the things he had packed and forgot that he could leave directly through the east exit. Instead, he followed Zhong Lei in a circle mechanically. The shock in his heart could not calm down for a while.

It wasn't until he walked out of the examination room from the west gap and stood outside that Zhong Lei said, "She painted... really well."

Zhang Xiuyan remained silent.

Although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, you can still tell whether the painting is good or not. Especially those who are good at painting, they have a clear idea of ​​what is a good painting and what is a bad painting.

You can tell the difference just by looking at it.

Faced with the fact that Zhao Ruxi was obviously not on the same level as them, and could even paint better than his master, Zhang Xiuyan really couldn't say anything bad without conscience.

Saying that Zhao Ruxi's paintings are not good will not only fail to discredit Zhao Ruxi, but will also make people think that he confuses right and wrong, is jealous of talents, and is disgusting.

Facing such a powerful existence, Zhang Xiuyan knew that he was hopeless.

He stood dejectedly for a while, and was about to say hello and leave when he heard a commotion in the corner on the right.

Several people looked up and saw that the people who were watching seemed to have been dispersed, and people who were obviously officials were standing there. An old man was standing there, pointing at Zhao Ruxi's painting and saying something, with a very excited expression.

Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei looked at each other, curious, and quickly walked around from the outside to hear what was going on. Zhang Xiuyan also quickly followed behind.

As they approached, they heard the old man shout: "Really, I read it right. It is really the painting that the emperor bought at the auction. The price of the painting is the same as Mr. Kumu's, worth twenty-five thousand."

Two pieces of silver."

"How is this possible? Someone who can draw a painting worth twenty-five thousand taels of silver should have become famous long ago, right? How is it possible to participate in such a competition?" Some people nearby did not believe it.

"I can't see it wrong. I was sitting in the audience at that time. I have seen that painting with my own eyes. It is impossible to forget such a painting once in a lifetime. There is no way that another person can paint such a painting.

Come out. It must be her without a doubt."

No one can really refute what he said.

Indeed, once you see a painting like Zhao Ruxi's, you will be deeply shocked. After many years, you will never forget this shock. What the old man said may be true.

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Xiuyan couldn't help but said: "Impossible. How old is Miss Zhiwei? She has been a teacher of Mr. Kumu for only half a year. No matter what, her paintings can't be sold at such a high price."

The painting that Zhao Ruxi put up for auction was so strange and extremely well done, but no one knew who the artist was. Everyone speculated and discussed it as a strange thing. It was true that no one knew it and no one knew it.

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The painting in front of him was painted by Zhao Ruxi, and Zhang Xiuyan admitted it. After all, he saw her paint it with his own eyes. He said that Zhao Ruxi painted well and was better than him, and he admitted it. This is a fact and cannot be refuted.

But to say that Zhao Ruxi's painting was sold for 25,000 taels of silver, which was the same price as Mr. Kumu's painting, Zhang Xiuyan couldn't believe it.

His master's paintings were only sold for more than three thousand taels of silver at most. No matter how good Zhao Ruxi's paintings were, they were not worth such a sky-high price.

Lin Yunshen and Zhong Lei couldn't believe it either.

Lin Yunshen murmured to Zhong Lei: "It shouldn't be possible, right?"

Zhong Lei stared at Zhao Ruxi's painting and remained silent.

"If you have ambitions, it doesn't matter how old you are. If you don't have ambitions, you can live a hundred years in vain. As long as you can paint well, what does it matter about your age or the length of time you have been a disciple?" the old man retorted.

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Xiuyan a few times and immediately recognized Zhang Xiuyan's identity.

He snorted coldly and said: "You are Mei Zhongjun's disciple, right? You also participated in the competition? Do you think your paintings are better than this one's?"

He pointed at Zhao Ruxi's painting.

Today is the holiday, and there are actually quite a few officials who came to the competition venue to watch the excitement. Just because the competition started, in order not to disturb the contestants, the officials did not come to watch. The onlookers were all idlers who like painting.

At this time, the game was over, and the officials came here for a walk. When the people watching saw them coming, they consciously avoided them.

Obviously, the old man came after Zhao Ruxi left and did not know who the artist was. But this did not delay him from recognizing that Zhao Ruxi was the artist of the painting that sold a high price at the auction.

Mei Zhongjun's status was similar to that of Kang Shilin. They were both from aristocratic families, but because he was obsessed with painting, he did not participate in the imperial examination, so he had no official position or title.

Zhang Xiuyan's status was even lower than that of Mei Zhongjun and others. His family did have some money, but he was from a commoner background. Because of his talent in painting, he was spotted by Mei Zhongjun and became his apprentice.

Since the old man had attended the auction, he was naturally an official, and his rank was not low.
Chapter completed!