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Prince Guangping stood at the front of the crowd, his face full of interest.

Wu Qingjin squeezed into the crowd, pressed to the side of Prince Guangping, and stared at the drawing board. She would not believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.

How could she not know what level Qiao Zhizhi was at? Such a sudden improvement and innovation was almost impossible.

Prince Guangping's eyelids drooped, his gaze fell on Wu Qingjin's face, then he raised his eyes as if nothing had happened and continued to look at the drawing board.

Qiao Zhizhi observed Miss Zhong for a while, then began to write with familiarity, writing neatly and fluently, only glancing at Miss Zhong occasionally.

Time passed slowly. It takes more than a few minutes to complete a painting, but everyone was very patient and stared at it without blinking.

Everyone is still observing the tools. With such a rich variety of pigments, there are many kinds of blue and many kinds of red, which can meet the most delicate and precise needs.

It can be said that pigment is a key factor in Qiao Zhizhi's ability to create these paintings.

Half an hour passed, an hour passed, and then another half an hour.

The portrait on the canvas gradually became more vivid and distinct, perfectly matching Miss Zhong's image. When Qiao Zhizhi put away her brush and stood up to make room, the portrait was revealed clearly for everyone to see.

Everyone stared at it and gasped.

Exactly the same, really exactly the same. At first glance, I thought half of Miss Zhong's body was stuck in the drawing board.

Every strand of hair, the hollow hem of the skirt, the ripples in the eyes, the translucent rosy lip balm on the lips, the jade-like skin texture, the small hairs on the cheeks, the intricate patterns on the thin shirts and dresses, and even the layered lining that is faintly visible, are all presented brilliantly.

Although everyone had seen this level of work from the paintings hanging on the wall, seeing Qiao Zhizhi paint it with their own eyes was still a huge shock.

"It really is a real skill." Someone sighed.

"Although I've never seen these paints before and they're a great help, I still wouldn't be able to paint them if they were given to me."

"Yes, this light and shadow, this composition, this sense of layering, which one does not require dedicated study."

"Since Miss Zhong is painted so realistically, it means the scenery is also completely restored, without any falsehood."

"Oh, what a genius! This kind of originality is unprecedented in thousands of years. From now on, there will be a new style of painting in this land. It will definitely become one of the mainstream. Miss Zhizhi is the founder."

When Wu Qingjin heard the words "founder", she felt as if her heart was stabbed hard. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of powerlessness and frustration that she could never catch up with in her lifetime. She was extremely upset. Why did she let Qiao Zhizhi hold an art exhibition when she was fine?

Idiot, I really want to slap myself hard.

She has now witnessed Qiao Zhizhi's true abilities. This damn girl had been hiding them from her, fearing that she would learn from her secretly and then leave her aside to shine.

On the surface, he was getting along well with her and being very close to her, but secretly he was deceiving her!

All the bitterness and jealousy turned into dark hatred.

Thinking of Qiao Zhizhi's brilliant success, she pinched her palms until they bled without even noticing.

After maintaining the same posture for a long time, Miss Zhong realized that her whole body was sore and stiff when she moved. Qiao Zhizhi helped her up: "Miss Zhong, you should take a look too."

Miss Zhong looked at her gratefully. With such talent and such level, she was not arrogant at all and was rather so friendly.

When she saw the portrait, she immediately covered her mouth and opened her beautiful eyes wide. She had thought that everyone was describing it in a miraculous way, but at most they had only painted about 60% of her color and spirit. However, what appeared before her was a very faithful reproduction.

She even thought Qiao Zhizhi's paintings were more beautiful than hers.

An inexplicable feeling of being moved struck my heart. She is now in her prime, but her ink paintings are very different from her real self. Ink paintings are mainly freehand, and looking back, there is too much room for imagination, and there is no accurate and intuitive feeling. Now, there is finally a painting that can capture her appearance when she was young.

She looked at Qiao Zhizhi with a pleading look in her eyes: "Miss Zhizhi, can I buy this painting from you?"

"Miss Zhong, this is your portrait. It's also the first time I've painted in front of everyone, so naturally I want to give it to you."

As he said this, he took down the drawing board and handed it to Miss Zhong.

"Thank you, thank you." Miss Zhong took it with both hands, feeling very grateful as if it were a treasure.

Qiao Zhizhi felt a little emotional. Originally, Wu Qingjin was her best friend, so the person she drew just now should have been her.

But today, she saw that Wu Qingjin had impure intentions.

Looking at Wu Qingjin again, her face was blue and black, and even though she tried her best to restrain herself, she could no longer hide it.

Qiao Zhizhi shook her head and smiled bitterly. Never mind, just assume that she was blind before. As the daughter of the Qiao family, with Jian'er as an example, how could she be so reluctant to give up such a worthless thing?

"We have all witnessed with our own eyes that Miss Zhizhi is truly talented. It is an honor for the capital to have such a talented painter, and for her to be from the same era as you and me. Now, please continue to enjoy the paintings. If you are tired, please sit down and have some tea." Prince Guangping was very satisfied and in a very happy mood.

Tea and snacks have been placed on the coffee table, and the room is filled with fragrance.

The guests who came to join in the fun were so satisfied with the feast for their eyes that they sat down. However, those who were obsessed with painting either admired the paintings or surrounded Qiao Zhizhi to ask questions.

Qiao Zhizhi never mind the trouble and always answers every question. If it is not appropriate to respond, she will tactfully evade the question.

For example, where did the paint come from? This is a secret question, and the answer is that Jianer bought it from a very far away place.

Qiao Lian'er sat down at the tea table. Pei Shijiu filled her cup of tea and then sat down opposite her.

"You should be relieved with this result, but it's also hard work for you to take care of every detail for the Qiao family."

"I have to work hard because there are things that only I can do, which are beyond their ability." Qiao Lian'er's face was calm, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

"At the beginning, I'll lead them, but the rest of the way, they'll mainly rely on themselves."

Nowadays, her uncles and brothers are fully familiar with military affairs, have their own education, and can innovate in formations, so she doesn't need to worry too much.

Qiao Zhizhi has embarked on a smooth journey and all she needs to do from now on is to improve herself.

My aunts and sisters-in-law managed the shop in an orderly manner, were very skilled in the business, and had trained their own staff.

Mu Xinghe just needs to stay calm and wait for promotion as his qualifications increase.

The Qiao family members are all grateful, obedient and united, so she is very happy to lead them.

"By the way, have you found out?"

Pei Shijiu shook his head: "There's nothing wrong with the Wu family. I guess it's just that Wu Qingjin is jealous of your cousin and wants to make things difficult for her. Most of the people she called here today are of the same mind as her, or she has already given them some advice. But fortunately, your cousin fought hard and defeated them all."