Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

The eunuch picked up the still-dry ink on the paper and took it to His Majesty's table with small steps.

The emperor only glanced at it and was immediately moved!

His reaction immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the palace. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, wondering what exactly was painted on the painting that could make His Majesty so rude.

The emperor stared at the painting again and again. After a long time, he straightened up and turned his head and said, "Wei Zhe, what do you think of this painting?"

The first-level general manager named Wei Zhe smiled slightly and said: "The wonderful brushwork is so vivid that it makes people feel like they are in this situation. It is really a miraculous skill."

As soon as these words came out, the princes, princesses and ministers were all taken aback. They were officials in the same dynasty, so although they didn't have much contact with him, they still had some understanding of the steward.

There are not many people in the entire capital who can be praised like this by him.

Thinking of this, they became more curious about the content of the painting.

The first person who couldn't bear it was the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. He said anxiously: "Your Majesty, can I let this old minister take a look at the painting?"

The emperor laughed and waved his hand.

Wei Zhe picked up the drawing paper and handed it personally to the Grand Master of the Academy.

The latter took the drawing paper and couldn't help but feel shaken when he saw the content on it. He said "good" three times in a row, then stood up and showed the drawing to everyone.

"Have you seen it? The skill of this painting is so high that I have never seen it before in my life."

Everyone looked at it intently, their expressions changed, and they couldn't help but shout "Hello" in their hearts.

Even if there are a few bad guys who want to find fault, this painting has reached a level of expressiveness both in terms of technique and artistic conception, and the mastery of ink and water is exquisite.

In the painting, the mountains and rivers are colorless, the mist is clear, and the mist envelopes the cold river. The isolated figure is in the season of falling flowers, standing between the vast sky and earth, with only a lonely back.

After seeing this painting, everyone was greatly shocked. At the same time, they felt inexplicably sad and disappointed. Their emotions had been affected by a painting.

At this time, the Grand Master of the Academy sighed slowly: "Alas, the breeze is tasteless and the youth is dull. Although the scenery in the world is beautiful, if there is no one to accompany you, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it cannot fill the loneliness in your heart. It is really sad."

After hearing this, sighs suddenly sounded in the hall, as if they could understand the depressed mood of the woman in the painting.

Ji Xiang stared blankly at the painting in the hands of the Grand Master of the Academy, and was fascinated for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the lecher's skills were so powerful, so vivid and immersive that even the Grand Master of the Academy was full of praise...

Xiahou Aoxue, who was disguised as Qiu Mei, was also looking at him. They had known each other for so many years, and this was the first time they knew that his painting skills were so high. As expected, this man always surprises people.

The voice of the Grand Master in charge rang out again: "You can turn a cloud into a crane, you can turn ink into a dragon, you can turn a stone into gold. You win this game."

He looked at Li Guanhai, who had one hand behind his back, and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me the source of inspiration for this painting?"

Everyone's eyes, including the emperor and Wei Zhe, all looked at him.

Li Guanhai raised his lips and smiled slightly, saluted and said: "Painting is the product of one's state of mind and spirit. Here I spread ink on the green hills, and it was done in one stroke without thinking too much."

To put it bluntly, I just draw casually.

This pretentious comment naturally attracted a round of admiration, but there were also some snorts of disdain, such as Shen Yuyu who was sitting in the corner as if he were invisible.

Li Guanhai returned to his seat and found that Yu Yinian and others were all looking at him with a strange look. He spread his hands and said with a smile: "When I have nothing to do, I like to draw a few strokes. Over time, my writing will become more spiritual."

Then he looked at all the junior brothers and sisters, and said seriously: "You should also follow my example, senior brother, do you understand?"

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All the junior brothers and sisters nodded in unison.

"Yes." Li Guanhai nodded with satisfaction, sat down, and raised the corners of his mouth.

The feeling of occasionally appearing in front of others is really exciting. I finally feel the joy of being a child of destiny.

Next, the emperor asked a few more test questions, but Li Guanhai was not interested and just kept eating by himself.

He was thinking about Qingyi House.

They will enter Xuanmen at noon tomorrow. Once they enter the palace city, they will have no chance again.

With time so short and their chances so slim, they must have taken action, but what would they do?

After thinking about it, the emperor asked the last question, poetry.

Li Guanhai, who was wandering in the world, suddenly became interested again.

Of course he doesn't have the ability to write a poem in seven steps like Cao Zhi, but he can move it.

However, I had already pretended to do it once when I was painting. I thought it was very interesting and exciting at the time, but after that it became uninteresting.

So this time he doesn't plan to appear in front of others.

However, he wanted to keep a low profile, but others did not allow him to keep a low profile.

A disciple of Yuzhou Qijue Sect named Song Xiu composed an impromptu poem. After he recited it in public and received unanimous praise, the arrogance on his face could no longer be restrained.

I don't know what's going on in this guy's head. When he saw Li Guanhai sitting there silently, drinking and eating honestly, his eyes rolled and he laughed loudly: "Master Zhao is a disciple of Confucianism, his painting skills are amazing, I must He also has unique attainments in poetry. Why not come on stage and compose a poem, which would be an eye-opener for us."

Someone immediately agreed.

"Yes, come up and show your hands."

"Confucian disciples are full of knowledge, so writing poetry should be a no-brainer."

For a moment, everyone in the hall focused their attention on Li Guanhai, who was chewing a leg of lamb. Seeing his eating appearance, it was difficult to connect him with the painting just now.

Li Guanhai calmly put down the lamb leg and rubbed the table with his greasy hands.

This vulgar and impolite behavior immediately made many people frown, especially the elderly ministers, who valued the etiquette and rules of the palace the most, and they were naturally unhappy to see him like this.

After wiping his hands, Li Guanhai looked at Song Xiu who was looking at him with his chin raised in a protest, and shook his head and said, "Forget it."

Song Xiu curled his lips, "If Mr. Zhao knows nothing about poetry, then I won't force it."

The disciples of the Qijue Sect who were setting the atmosphere immediately started to be weird again.

"No way, a Confucian disciple would know nothing about poetry, have you read all this book into a dog's stomach?"

"Only a superficial appearance, and still a Confucian disciple, huh."

The disciples of the Yuzhou Qijue Sect were so angry that their faces turned red and they argued loudly, and the two sides almost fought.

Xiahou Aoxue stared at her husband with a firm look in her eyes.

Although she disdains to ask her husband to write any poems, she can never tolerate anyone belittling her husband. This Song Xiu, damn it!

At the same time, there is still some expectation in her eyes, because Li Guanhai can always do things beyond her expectations. I wonder if this time will be the same as before.

Elsewhere, Ji Xiang looked at Li Guanhai who was sitting there and indifferent to the ridicule of others. For some reason, she felt a little disappointed.

She imagined that Li Guanhai would shock the audience like he did when he painted just now, but he really seemed to know nothing about poetry.

In fact, this kind of thing is very normal. After all, everyone in this world has shortcomings. Li Guanhai has a high level of cultivation and superb painting skills, but he doesn't understand poetry. This doesn't seem strange.

But she couldn't help feeling disappointed, and she didn't know what was wrong.