The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"The point is, I know about this!" Dong Qian frowned.

"Didn't he find Mr. Dong later? Mr. Dong didn't care, so he came to me..."

Zheng Xian said: "He suppressed me with the governor of the county, I can't help it. I wanted to take revenge on Wang Kang, but I couldn't find a chance!"

"It just so happened that we found out that a master painter named Su Zhe came to the Earl's Mansion. This person is Wang Kang's cousin, so Yang Xiuwen paid attention to this person."

"In order to eliminate the threat, and also to avenge Wang Kang, we sent people to follow that Su Zhe, and pushed him off the cliff while he was collecting wind!"

Zheng Xian said in a low voice.

"You guys actually did such a thing?" Dong Yiwu was shocked after hearing this, "Why didn't you tell me!"

"I dare not, this is considered murder!" Zheng Xian shook his head.

"How is that Su Zhe now?"

Dong Yiwu asked.

"I don't know. The person sent reported that he left Su Zhe and his accompanying servants behind."

"What are you afraid of?" At this moment, Dong Qian snorted coldly, "If you do this well, even if something happens, it's Yang Xiuwen who did it. What does it have to do with you?"

"The second round is the painting competition!" Dong Qian cast his eyes on Wang Kang, "And it's about to start, let's see where he can find a painter!"

"In this game, they will lose!"

[Author's Digression]: The second change, ask for votes

Chapter 1 Fifty I Come!

Naturally, Wang Kang didn't know that Yang Xiuwen had done such a despicable thing, he just had doubts and no solid evidence.

At this moment, the joy of winning the first martial arts competition has also been diluted a little, because the second painting competition is about to begin, and Su Zhe hasn't... got it back!

Wang Dingchang obviously understood the pros and cons of this. Yes, they only won one game. According to the rules, they must win all three games to be considered a victory.

"Su Zhe had an accident, he must have been killed by them!" Wang Dingchang said angrily.

"It's no surprise that despicable people do despicable things!" Wang Kang said with a gloomy face.

"But the competition is imminent. Where can we find the painter right now? Even if we find it temporarily, I'm afraid it won't be Yang Xiuwen's opponent."

As Wang Dingchang said, his eyes lit up suddenly and he looked at Lin Yuyan, "Why don't you go, Yuyan!"

"Me?" Lin Yuyan was startled when she heard this, and said immediately, "I know how to paint, but I'm not proficient in it, and it's even more difficult to be elegant. Compared with Yang Xiuwen, I'm afraid..."

She didn't continue talking, and everyone understood what she meant.

Although Yang Xiuwen is shameless as a person, he is indeed talented in painting, otherwise he would not have the reputation of a little painter.

"That's the only way...you can go!" Wang Dingchang sighed, "It seems that we are destined to lose!"

"Not necessarily!" Wang Kang shook his head.

"Could Kang'er have some good strategies?" Wang Dingchang asked in surprise.

Before Wang Kang could answer, Li Jitong stood up and said: "The result of the first martial arts competition is already obvious, I believe I don't need to say more."

"The Earl's Mansion of Fuyang wins!"

There was also joy in his tone. He thought it was a losing game, but unexpectedly, there was a surprise.

This gave him a little confidence in the earl's mansion.

Immediately afterwards, he said again: "The second competition will start, painting!"

"Painting involves a lot of things, portraits, flowers, birds, fish and insects, beautiful mountains and rivers, and so on. Painting is like poetry, so naturally it should have a title!"

"Mr. Zhengwen has been immersed in painting for a long time, especially good at landscape painting. This time, he will come up with the question!"

Hearing this, Fan Wengong smiled and said: "Master Li Miao Zan, I'm just doing idle work at home to pass the time, how can I be good at mastering it?"

Then he said seriously: "This time the fiefdom contest is of great importance. Emperor Zhao invited me to be the judge. It is because of his trust in the old man. I think all the adults should also be convinced."

"That's natural. Who doesn't know the official text of the text?"

"Mr. Wen, of course we can trust it."

Several people agreed, even the county guard Luo Chuannan was no exception.

Fan Jingwen, the Duke of Zhengwen, previously served as Minister of the Ministry of Officials of the imperial court, and had many former disciples. Although he has abdicated now, he should not be underestimated.

Compared with this, he is more convincing, and now that he is old, he will definitely not do things to destroy his reputation.

It is recognized by all parties that others will judge and blame themselves.

Hearing this, Lord Wen said with a smile: "Then I'll come up with a question right now. A painting is not a simple drawing. A vivid and freehand painting is indispensable. Famous paintings are even rarer. Today I will designate a question!"

"The contestants each draw a picture, whoever draws the most touching, even tears, will win! Time is the stick of incense, there is no limit to what to draw, but you must have a concept."

After hearing this topic, several people were shocked. This kind of requirement is not only a test of painting skills, but also freehand brushwork. It requires painters to integrate their own emotions into the painting...

Although there is no limit to what to draw, this is the most difficult part. Under this requirement, more attention should be paid to freehand brushwork.

To move people to tears, this alone is extremely difficult!

Yang Xiuwen, who was about to leave the stage, also hesitated slightly when he heard it. He is good at drawing shapes, so that the movements of the shapes can be so fake that they are real.

However, the title proposed by Zhengwengong is to combine form and meaning, which is not beneficial to him.

But for a moment, he laughed, even if it was so, it was nothing, because he had no opponent at all.

Su Zhe has been persecuted by him, and his life and death are still unknown. How did the Earl's Mansion find the painter in such a short period of time.

Even if you find him, can you compare him?

Dong Yiwu obviously understands this too. The haze of losing in the first game is gone, replaced by a smile on his face, and there is no one to compete with. How can you win?

At this time, a special person has already moved the painting table, and all kinds of brush painting tools are fully prepared, just under the high platform, just under the sight of everyone.

In front of the case, there is an incense burner, and a stick of incense has been inserted in the incense burner, but it has not been lit yet, and it is used for timekeeping at this time.

Wang Kang was also slightly taken aback when he heard that, the time for a stick of incense is only half an hour!

"What should I do?" Wang Dingchang's face was so ugly that he was about to compete.

At this moment, Yang Xiuwen was already sitting in his seat. He didn't make a sound, but looked at Wang Kang provocatively.