I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1895 Sister Ziwei can draw

Seeing her embarrassment, Lu Ziqing gave her an idea: "Remember that sister Ziwei can draw. There is a competition for painting based on a given topic. I have seen you paint a picture of a lady before. The topic now is a picture of a lady. You have a good chance of winning if you go there."

So Lu Ziwei went, and Yu Qing asked worriedly, "Can your cousin really do it? There are so many experts here today."

She had already been there and seen that it was a grand gathering of painting masters, and she was not sure she could win.

Lu Ziqing smiled and said, "She is just a little talented. But it's the New Year, so it's not hard to make her happy. Maybe she will start to work harder from now on."

Lu Ziwei's level is naturally not bad, at least she has been taught by a famous teacher. Generally, in occasions like temple fairs, both the elite and the masses can appreciate it, and even children can go on stage to paint happily. But today, the standard in front of the drum tower is indeed higher. Some masters who don't usually show their skills have shamelessly participated in this competition. Now in front of the painting pavilion, a total of seven award-winning paintings are hung, all of which are masterpieces of brilliant brushwork. The highest-priced one has been auctioned for 1,300 taels of silver.

"Ugh!" Lu Ziwei went to take a look and immediately felt a little scared. She could see that the level of these people was too high. Julu Mansion was now the art palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty. How could she, who had learned a few strokes as an amateur, compare with them? They were all masters of painting. Just by glancing at the scene of painting, Lu Ziwei felt guilty. How could this be painting? This was more exciting than a fight between martial arts masters.

"It's okay. I tell you, only in this environment can one perform exceptionally well." Lu Ziqing brought the siblings Yu Hong and Yu Qing to the stage and insisted on cheering her up. "Feel carefully the aura that everyone exudes when they paint! Do you feel your inspiration flowing?"

Lu Ziwei said frustratedly: "I feel like I will be embarrassed."

"It's okay, it's okay. The important thing is to participate." Lu Ziqing glanced at the topic, "Look at this topic, a lady with a flower in her hair, it's what you are best at! The key point is to draw a woman doing nothing..."

"Bah!" Lu Ziwei was annoyed. Do you mean I'm good at doing nothing?

"I feel it, I feel it!" Lu Ziqing said, "Just imagine that you just arrived at Tingfang Garden today, and Huang Yugong jumped down from the dragon's back, and knelt down for you! I don't know if he kissed your feet, but if you can draw a point based on your charm at that time, you win. Of course, don't draw your cousin lying on the ground, draw a puppy?"

"Hehe, that's fine." Lu Ziwei asked for a drawing board and started to think about it. She was full of ideas. There were more than a hundred people painting here, and some of them were not very good. Even if she didn't win the prize, she was happy to paint here.

"We'll help you, just focus on painting!" Lu Ziqing quickly prepared the paint for her.

Yu Hong was still carefully observing his surroundings, and said to them, "I'll go check on my eldest cousin."

Yu Qing was watching how Lu Ziqing was helping her cousin win. She saw Lu Ziwei just picked up the pen to draw the lines, and with a "ah" sound, a big ink dot fell on the drawing paper. Lu Ziqing immediately said, "Look at this ink dot, does it look like a little black dog licking your embroidered shoes?"

"Huh?" Lu Ziwei looked at the shape of the ink spot spreading on the paper, and it really looked like that!
Yu Qing rolled her eyes. It was obvious that Lu Ziqing was using the Hongmeng magic to control the ink. Otherwise, who had ever heard of a drop of ink spreading out and turning into a dog?

"Haha! It turns out that blessings come to my mind!" Lu Ziwei was so happy that she jumped for joy. Her luck tonight was so good!
Then Lu Ziwei started writing as if she was assisted by God. Is the pen so obedient today? Why not put a butterfly on the embroidered shoes, so that it is reasonable for the puppy to want to lick the shoes.

Yu Qing couldn't bear to look at it. Who has ever seen a painting of a lady with a hairpin start with a dog and embroidered shoes? If this wasn't painted crookedly - unless there was a Lu Ziqing behind you.

Lu Ziqing had already prepared the colors for whatever Lu Ziwei wanted to paint. The most difficult part was to create the feeling of the lady's translucent outer garment. But under Lu Ziqing's control, the ink was done in one go. Whatever Lu Ziwei did, it worked. Even Lu Ziwei herself was shocked. I was so good!

A masterpiece was finished in a blink of an eye. The picture shows an elegant young lady holding a flower in her hand, but she didn't notice a dog licking her feet. This painting delicately reveals the young lady's psychological activities, which is smart and full of life emotions.

The judges' eyes immediately lit up, and they lifted up the drawing board to show it to everyone, which immediately caused a burst of applause from the audience.

A master praised: "The brushstrokes are delicate and graceful, gentle and tranquil, yet unique and interesting. Wonderful!"

Another master said: "The light gauze is dyed with light colors, which are darker than the exposed skin and lighter than the gauze. The painter's skills are extraordinary!"

Everyone agreed that this was a rare masterpiece.

Then someone invited Lu Ziwei to the stage, and when everyone saw that she was a young girl who looked like the person in the painting, they cheered wildly. Someone immediately offered 500 taels of silver to buy the painting, and the price soon rose to 1,000 taels.

At this time, the eldest cousin Huang Yugong and others came back with a serious look on their faces. After watching the mirage, they were all silent. Then they suddenly saw that Lu Ziwei's painting was being auctioned, and it was a foregone conclusion that she would win. Several people opened their mouths wide. Lu Ziwei playfully stuck out her tongue at them on the stage, looking so cute.

Lu Ziqing asked his cousin: "Why are you back?"

Several people were very embarrassed. We just read your words, and we heard that you and Dugu Bai were fighting and competing in poetry. Dugu Bai said the first line, and you immediately followed up with the next line. The artistic conception was not inferior at all, and even sublimated. Big brother! Several people knelt on the spot... The east wind bloomed thousands of flowers at night, and blew down stars like rain. You just started, and the pattern is so high. In the mirage, you two also threw down tens of thousands of pounds of counterweights, fighting there and continuing the line. This pretense is the extreme of the world. All the literati present knelt down and kowtowed. Who dared to continue the line with a little self-awareness?
If someone accepted it, they were shameless and had no self-awareness. Those who could really accept it were definitely not ordinary people. Anyway, they racked their brains for a long time and then knelt down very honestly. Of course, it was embarrassing to say this in front of Lu Ziqing. And after leaving the ring, several people agreed that this must be a performance that Lu Ziqing paid Dugu Bai to collude with!
(End of this chapter)