Next to the painting was a famous poem by Li Yannian from the Han Dynasty. "There is a beauty in the north, isolated and independent from the world. Her first glance is enough to topple a city, and her second glance is enough to topple a country. A beauty is hard to find! "
"Good!"
"The poem is good, but the painting is even better!"
…
Zhangsun Chong and the others immediately cheered, while Qin Huaiyu and the others looked defeated and depressed.
"Thank you, Young Master Yan!"
Even Gong Sunyue was beaming with joy. She felt honored and thanked him profusely.
Yan Xingjian's face was filled with pride. Today, he was able to surpass the son of the Mo Family, and his reputation would definitely rise to another level. When it came to painting, as long as the long-established elders did not appear, he had absolute confidence.
"I wonder how this painting of Miss Gongsun's sword dance is. Please enlighten me, Brother Mo." Yan Xingjian pressed.
Meton had just put down the teacup in his hand. Hearing this, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of tea, "Pfft! Who did you say you painted? "
Everyone was stunned. They did not expect Meton to have such a reaction.
"Miss Gongsun!" Yan Xingjian scratched his head and said doubtfully.
"Oh! Except for the clothes, which part of your painting looks like Miss Gongsun? "Meton pointed at the painting and said lightly. Everyone was stunned.
"It doesn't look like her!" Qin Huaiyu said, then looked at Gong Sunyue and suddenly laughed.
"It doesn't look like her, it's not even the same person!"
Fang Jun, Cheng Chumo and the others also ridiculed. You said you painted Miss Gongsun, but the painting did not look like the real person at all. How could you say it was Miss Gongsun?
"I said the person in the painting must be Liu Niang. She is wearing Miss Gongsun's clothes." Fang Jun said with a smile.
"You …?" Yan Xingjian's face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to say that since ancient times, China had been painting like this for thousands of years, but he could not refute this fact.
The appearance did not look like her!
Gong Sunyue was in front of him, and the painting was in front of him. Now, even he felt that his painting did not look like her.
Okay! It wasn't just a little, it really didn't look like it.
Since ancient times, painting masters had always emphasized artistic conception. Perhaps a master like Yan Liben could harmonize the artistic conception with the characters, but at the very least, Yan Xingjian could not.
"Is that so? Brother Mo, you seem to be able to draw out Miss Gongsun's charm! "Zhangsun Chong pretended to be very interested and asked, which immediately woke Yan Xingjian up from his panic.
That's right! If he couldn't draw it well, did that mean that Mo Jiazi could draw it well? As long as his drawing was better than Mo Jiazi's, then he would naturally win.
"Then I shall await Brother Mo's masterpiece!" Yan Xingjian said in an unfriendly tone.
Qin Huaiyu and the others were speechless. They all stared at Meton, hoping that the miraculous Mo Jiazi could create another miracle.
Soon, the brush, ink, and paper were presented. Everyone looked at Meton. Qin Huaiyu and the others were hopeful, but Zhangsun Chong and the others were sneering. They did not believe that Meton could draw anything.
Meton shook his head and said, "I don't need these things to draw. I just need some help from Miss Gongsun."
"Young Master Mo! Just tell me! "Gong Sunyue said.
Meton whispered a few words in her ear. Gong Sunyue blushed and glared at Meton coquettishly, then got up and left.
"Nice!"
Fang Jun quietly gave a thumbs up. Du He and Yan Xingjian's eyes were almost spitting fire.
Soon, Gong Sunyue came back with a beautiful box in her hand. She gently placed it on the table and retreated to the side with a red face and said, "Young Master Mo, this is what you wanted!"
Meton stepped forward and opened the box, revealing the beautiful purple and red inside.
"Rouge and powder?" Yan Xingjian exclaimed.
For a moment, everyone looked at Meton in surprise. They did not expect that the tools Meton needed to draw were rouge and powder.
This time, even Qin Huaiyu and the others were dumbfounded. Everyone felt that Meton was too unreliable this time. It was the biggest joke in the world to use rouge and powder to draw.
"Rouge and powder?" Meton smiled in his heart. No, to be precise, it should be an eyebrow pencil.
Meton picked up a black slender item and carefully looked at the item that was the closest to graphite in this era … Conch suede.
Meton did not have the ability to make graphite, so he could only use this thing as a substitute. Conch suede was passed down from Persia. It was very expensive and was loved by women in Chang 'an. As a popular person in the Educational Sector, Gong Sunyue obviously did not lack this kind of thing.
Conch suede was very soft. Meton carefully wrapped it in a layer of rice paper to avoid dirtying his hands. Then he spread the paper neatly on the table.
After doing all this, Meton showed his signature smile and said, "The following work will be very boring. In order to not keep everyone waiting, I wonder if Miss Gong Sunyue can dance again."
Gong Sunyue was also a shrewd person. Although it seemed like the two parties were jealous of each other, after this battle, the biggest beneficiary would definitely be herself. She believed that after today, her reputation would definitely rise to another level. So what if she danced another song?
Dong, dong.
The drum sounded again. Gong Sunyue danced again. Compared to the first time, Gong Sunyue chose a graceful dance that consumed less energy.
Even so, the whole Educational Sector was shining with sword light again.
Meton followed the sword dance. Conch suede in his hand kept shuttling back and forth on the rice paper, leaving black ink stains, dazzling people.
Dong, with the last drum sound, Gong Sunyue flew and ended the performance. The two sword dances, one hard and one soft, were vividly performed by Gong Sunyue. Each of them was extremely beautiful.
"Even if I lose today, to be able to see Miss Gong Sunyue's dancing skills, I have no regrets." Fang Jun said contentedly. From his words, it was obvious that he had no confidence in Meton's victory.
At the same time, Meton also dropped the conch suede in his hand.
"In a hurry, this is all I can do." Meton looked at his work and said regretfully.
"Pretentious!" Yan Xingjian sneered in his heart. He did not believe that Meton could draw anything.
He thought that the reason he was still standing here was to taunt Mo Jiazi after defeating him.
But when he looked at the paper, he was immediately stunned.
On the rice paper, countless black lines intertwined, forming hair, eyes, nose, and then converging into a three-dimensional woman. Her clothes were fluttering, like a dragon.
More importantly, the woman drawn with simple lines was ninety percent similar to Gong Sunyue.
"This is me?" Gong Sunyue looked at the woman in the painting in shock, unable to control herself for a long time.
"Lost, lost completely." Yan Xingjian staggered. He now tasted the bitter fruit of his own sins.
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