The General is Pregnant: His Majesty Abstinence and Sexual Devotion Every Night

Chapter 44 Wonderful

The second round of competition will soon begin.

There were two long wooden tables on the competition stage, with the two men standing on one left and one right.

Then the eunuchs and palace maids placed writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

The two began to pick up their pens.

Compared with the previous round where the two players played freely, this time there is a fixed range.

Since today is a spring banquet, the scope is the word "spring".

So what this painting can say about spring depends entirely on what Gu Junqing and Yu Qizhu can think of. Gu Junqing looked at the white paper in front of him, and glanced at Yu Qizhu who had already picked up the pen and started drawing on the paper.

Yu Qizhui noticed Gu Junqing's gaze towards him, and he flicked his sleeves, just enough to cover the contents on his paper.

Gu Junqing was speechless.

After thinking for a while, she started to paint.

However, unlike Yu Qizhu who was painting in a very free and easy manner on the left, Gu Junqing was painting slowly and steadily. Sometimes he painted quickly and sometimes he stopped. No one knew what he was painting.

Seeing her like this, Qi Yunjin was genuinely curious. Her beautiful face remained expressionless, and her beautiful thin red lips contained a faint smile, which was very captivating.

Gu Junqing accidentally glanced at it, and was distracted for a rare moment. The emperor was indeed the most handsome man in Da Qi. This reminded her of how many women were crazy about him when he was still the prince in his previous life. It was a pity that he died early in his previous life. She didn't know whether it was just a simple sudden death or there was another hidden reason. She came back to her senses and continued the painting in her hand, taking a new brush and dipping it in the green paint not far away.

Half an hour passed and the two stopped writing.

Li Yuan, who was beside Qi Yunjin, stepped forward on his own initiative. He first glanced at Yu Qizhu's painting, which was really good, with delicate and exquisite painting skills.

However, when looking at Gu Junqing's paintings, he couldn't help frowning, and finally his eyes widened.

He suppressed the emotions in his eyes, put away the two paintings, then walked to Qi Yunjin's side, placed the two paintings on the table, and spread them out for Qi Yunjin to see.

After Qi Yunjin took a look at Yu Qizhu's painting, he turned to look at Gu Junqing's painting. After he looked at them carefully, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, but he did not look at them for too long. He told Li Yuan to present the two paintings to everyone.

Li Yuandao said yes, and then called four young eunuchs to come up.

The two eunuchs spread out the two paintings and showed them to the ministers. One of them was a picture of lotus flowers in all shades of red on the river, while the other was a picture of a fire burning the grass on the ground.

The sparkling lake is covered with many intoxicating pink lotus flowers, with a few drops of dew on the lotus petals. Dragonflies are hovering on the tender green lotus leaves. The weather is clear and a boat is passing by on the lake...

The spring days are full and beautiful.

Yes, after all, among poetry, painting and calligraphy, painting is what Yu Qizhu is most proud of.

After reading it, the ministers had some admiration and appreciation in their eyes. Then they subconsciously focused their eyes on the painting with the raging fire and blood red. This painting seemed to hide the despair and helplessness left after being burned by the fire. However, a closer look revealed.

Under the blazing fire, everything was burned. A few thin strokes, like an unclear wind, made the fire even more intense. However, in the very center of the fire, there was an unclear tender green plant, which was stubbornly and persistently growing and sprouting upwards.

That is life and hope! The ministers gazed at this amazing painting, and were all shocked in their hearts by the inconspicuous grass that stubbornly and persistently grew upward.

For example, the Minister of Personnel Cai Wenjing, who was once born in a poor family and worked hard to climb up, had the same experience as the grass in the painting. He was so excited that his eyes, which had always been calm, seemed to be shining. He glanced at Gu Junqing, who was also looking at him, as if he had found a close friend of many years, but immediately turned his eyes away and continued to stare at the painting carefully.

Seeing that no one spoke, Qi Yunjin paused, looked at Gu Junqing, and asked:

"I wonder how General Gu's painting is related to spring?"

"The origin of this painting comes from a poem: Wildfires cannot burn them all, spring breezes will bring them back to life."

Gu Junqing answered simply.

It turned out to be the case.

Someone praised: "This is really a good poem! Good poem matches good painting, wonderful! Wonderful!"

Seeing everyone's attitude, Yu Qizhu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, worrying that he might lose this round again.

Of course, people from the Yu family would choose Yu Qizhu's painting, but some people also chose Gu Junqing because they truly thought the painting was wonderful.

"What does Lord Ji think?"

It’s Lord Liu.

Ji Rang smiled slightly when he was suddenly named:

"I like General Gu's paintings."

Although Gu Junqing's painting was better than Yu Qizhu's in terms of artistic conception and details, it was thought that Gu Junqing had won this round, but in terms of everyone's choice, they were evenly matched.

After all, many Yu family forces chose the eldest son of the Yu family, except for those who were originally on the emperor's side or the ministers who felt really shocked and wanted to speak for Gu Junqing. One to one, the third round began immediately.

word.

Few people have seen Gu Junqing's handwriting, but many have seen Yu Qizhu's.

So everyone subconsciously paid attention to Gu Junqing.

Gu Junqing lowered his eyes, his eyes fixed on the writing on the table.

She wanted to write in cursive script, which was what she had used on the floor of the prison in her previous life to tell those who came to rescue her to leave.

They didn't listen to the advice and they all died later.

However, what she wanted to write was the poem she created in the first round, in order to commemorate those who died for her in her previous life. She had no chance to do anything for them before she died, but after her rebirth, she was thinking about how to avenge them in her previous life. This was a blessing in disguise. Although they are alive and well now.

The words were written quickly. Yu Qizhui, who was standing next to him, had finished writing long ago and was looking at his desk with his chin raised. However, due to the angle, he could not see what Gu Junqing had written.

Then, just like the previous two rounds, the words of the two were first given to Qi Yunjin to read, and then spread out for everyone to see.

One is written in official script, while the other is written in unrestrained cursive script.

Everyone was confused and didn't know which one of the two calligraphy works was Yu Qizhu and which one was Gu Junqing.

Yu Qizhu looked at their confused faces and knew that they didn't know whose handwriting was whose. That was true, after all, he seldom wrote in this handwriting. But he practiced repeatedly in private, hoping to get his father's approval.

The brushwork is smooth and exquisite, and each word flows like flowing water, with both form and spirit. This is the official script.

However, when people see the cursive script, they can see the majestic momentum at a glance. The brush moves like a dragon, with the strokes being as graceful and slender as a balance. The force of the brush penetrates the paper. It can be seen that this person writes with divine power, and each stroke is smooth and natural, as if it is moving and flying, which is quite amazing.