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"We can't go on like this. This is simply stalling for time. Who are they waiting for? Ma Teng? As far as I know, Ma Teng has never been good at calligraphy or painting. Even if he comes, what good will it do?"

The dean of Qingyun Academy was able to remain calm during the policy essay competition, but when he saw that the girl on the other side had no respect for the students of their academy and was just pretending, it was actually impossible to see any foundation in calligraphy and painting.

"Have those students from Panshi Academy been found?" the dean of Wenyuan Academy suddenly asked.

The other three deans all shook their heads. As for the ins and outs here, how many people knew about it in advance, and how many people were involved, none of them would tell.

"Wen Siqin is your Majesty's nephew. I wonder if he can come back in time for the last competition." The dean of Qiming Academy said this while going to see the dean of Wenyuan Academy.

If Wen Siqin could really come back, would Wenyuan Academy dare to win?

The dean of Wenyuan Academy was not afraid at all, and their academy had never been afraid during the preliminaries.

"It's done, it's done!"

The audience was like a ignited flame. With a cheer, the enthusiasm of the crowd was high. Many people even wanted to rush off the stage to see Shao Ziyang's paintings up close. The long wait before was worth it at this moment.

The dean of Qingyun Academy took one look at it and his face flushed with excitement. He lifted up his clothes and rushed into the venue. At this time, he was not only excited for the honor of the academy, but also for witnessing the birth of this famous work.

As soon as the dean of Qingyun Academy approached the painting, it seemed as if his closed mind was suddenly opened. All his narrow thoughts and dark ideas were no match for the feelings he experienced when facing the painting.

That is insignificance, the insignificance of what you encounter, the insignificance of past resentments, the insignificance of family matters, and the insignificance of your own existence.

This picture seems to have condensed all of Tangguo's most beautiful rivers, mountains, and farm smoke.

Delicate brushstrokes are used to outline the grand scene, with undulating mountains and hills like a winding dragon, and lush green forests showing vigorous vitality, which is the foundation of people's livelihood.

Lush vegetation symbolizes good weather and abundant forest resources for people to collect firewood, fish, hunt, and build houses, which is the guarantee of a prosperous people's life.

The village at the foot of the mountain is peaceful and harmonious, with white walls and black tiles scattered among the fields. Farmers are working hard in the fields, and children are playing happily. If this is not considered peace and prosperity, what else can replace it?

Shao Ziyang rarely paints figures. From his early works to the present, he mostly depicts landscapes or animals. But today he made a breakthrough, which is obviously closely related to the policy paper just now.

The people are the cornerstone and foundation of the Tang Kingdom, and are also the part that best reflects this prosperous and peaceful era. Because the mountains and rivers may remain forever, but people's hearts are fickle. If people's hearts are lost, the country will be lost.

"Good, good, good!" The dean of Qingyun Academy was at a loss for words at this time. Such a painting was truly a treasure and he simply couldn't let it go.

Shao Ziyang never modified his finished paintings, nor did he look back. At this moment, the painting was done and winning or losing was no longer important. He painted what he was thinking that day, and it could be said that he had an epiphany, so the trip was worthwhile.

What he is more concerned about now is what kind of painting the girl next to him will produce.

"That girl's finished drawing too! Let's take a look!"

Shao Ziyang looked sideways and saw that Qiao Xiaoqiao had indeed stood up. Indistinctly, Shao Ziyang seemed to see a pair of kind eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and when he looked again, he saw that the painting was covered with a layer of gauze.

"What's this for? Is there something you can't let others see?"

"I don't know. Maybe he didn't draw it at all."

"I was close, and I just saw her using something to smear it all over the place."

"No way, it's not that I can't see people."

Qiao Xiaoqiao walked over to the eunuch and said a few words. The eunuch was surprised and quickly ran up to ask for instructions. Mr. Yuan, a student in the cabinet, was also surprised. He stood up and said to the empress, "The students of Panshi Academy would like to invite someone with good health and longevity to add the finishing touch to our painting."

The empress was puzzled, but also found it interesting. Without waiting for the Shangxian Grand Secretary next to her to spit out "ink", she asked someone to invite an old concubine from the royal family over. The old concubine was about 58 years old, in good health, with a kind personality, and she liked to stay with the younger generation the most.

According to seniority, she is the aunt of the late emperor, and is the oldest and most senior person present.

The old lady was very nimble and walked happily to the inner court. Qiao Xiaoqiao's painting was picked up by two eunuchs. The old lady stretched out her hand and held the pen, feeling very confident. After all, calligraphy and painting had become her hobbies over the years.

But when the old lady saw the painting, her smile disappeared. She put down her pen with a very solemn expression, stood aside with her eyes closed, and kept muttering to herself. The eunuch had no choice but to return again.

Now everyone present was even more curious, and they were eager to see the painting. Shao Ziyang almost crossed the line, and he almost turned into a giraffe by standing on tiptoe.

"So interesting? In that case, I... will come in person." After hearing the whole story, the empress actually went down in person with the palace maids in front of everyone. This was an honor that had never been had in so many competitions.

The eldest princess put away her tired look and stood up from her chair.

Seeing this, Princess Yongle also became anxious and rushed down, pulling Qian Qiansui's hand.

Among so many people, only Qian Qiansui remained calm and composed. No matter how unreliable the system was, its ability to select people had never been wrong.

When the empress arrived, everyone made way for her except Qiao Xiaoqiao, who handed over the brush with both hands. The brush was extremely ordinary, very different from the imperial brush in the imperial study. The empress looked into the pair of calm eyes.

Then she asked someone to pull back the veil. She was stunned at first, then she laughed heartily and picked up her brush to paint. Then the sky became bright and a rainbow appeared across the sky. The dazzling sunlight fell at noon and landed directly on Qiao Xiaoqiao's painting.

"With that, the ceremony is complete."

The voice was tender and tender, clearly still that of a child, but except for the Empress, everyone standing near her lowered their heads and no one looked down on her.

At this time, Qiao Xiaoqiao no longer concealed herself. She pulled the veil open with force, and a holy image of Guanyin appeared in the world. After the portrait came into contact with the sunlight, it instantly emitted a halo, dazzling and dazzling.

The appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva is solemn and compassionate. She is covered in plain white silk, her clothes fluttering as if blown by the breeze. Her soft lines seem to flow with endless love. The Buddha's light shines on her head, like a golden sun, and the bright light spreads across the entire picture, dispelling the haze and darkness of the world.

The jar in his hand held a tender green willow branch, seemingly imbued with infinite vitality and magical power. The jar tilted slightly, and a drop of crystalline dew, seemingly condensed with the spiritual charm and blessings of heaven and earth, was about to fall.

All things in the world seem to be condensed in this pure land.

“It’s manifested! The Bodhisattva has manifested!”

"A miracle!"

"That picture is so colorful, it looks like a living thing. It's not an ordinary thing. It absolutely cannot be an ordinary thing!"