After the fake daughter of the Hou Mansion returned to the village, she made a lot of money

Chapter 55 Painting (1)
"Contrary to what the empress thought, the paintings drawn by the princess were appreciated by the Taifu and the Queen Mother. The Taifu might care about the princess's identity and praise the princess' paintings, but the Queen Mother would not. It proves that the painting of the princess must be excellent."

After hearing it, the queen still couldn't believe it, "Are you sure you read it right?"

Grandma Sun said, "I saw it with my own eyes. The princess drew a picture of a horse. The Taifu said that although the princess's painting skills are a bit rusty, but the artistic conception is very good, so she gave the first class. Now the princess's paintings must be passed on to the public. Master Cong and the students have gone there."

The queen sat down, still feeling like a dream.

"When she was young, she always wanted to compare with Qianxue, but she didn't know that she was different from Qianxue."

Sun Nanny said softly, "The maidservant knows the worry of the empress, but the empress has also seen it. Is the princess really happy all these years? She has always wanted your approval."

The queen said dejectedly to Nanny Sun, "But the more outstanding she is, the more likely she will be selected for marriage. There is more than one princess in the palace who is as old as her, but the other princesses have their mothers and concubines who can be guarded by honor. But the palace can only make her more disliked by the emperor."

Who can understand that she never asked An Ning to be able to marry a child from a wealthy family, even if she married into an ordinary family, as long as she lived happily.

Regarding such a matter, Nanny Sun didn't know what to say.

The queen cheered up again, "I don't want to think about it anymore, you go and watch outside the banquet, and let her come back when it's over, and I will cook her some food."

Grandma Sun smiled and blessed her body, "Your maidservant will go now."

……

At the banquet, it was Feng Qianxue's turn.

What she painted was also a painting, which was a flower she was good at, and for the sake of the occasion, she painted chrysanthemums. When the time was up, someone took the painting away and handed it to several grand masters.

The Taifu who first gave Princess Anning the A grade looked carefully for a moment, shook his head slightly, and wrote a B grade on the commentary paper, while the other Taifus rated it as the Second A.

Feng Qianxue bit her lip, and stepped forward, "Excuse me, Taifu, is there any room for improvement in this painting of mine?"

No one who has seen her painting has said anything bad about it. The Tutor in front gave Princess Anning a first class, but then turned around and gave her a second class. Isn't this a slap in the face forcibly?

Taifu said, "The girl's painting skills are very skilled. It can be seen that she has worked hard on weekdays, but she is too lacking in artistic conception. The paintings should not only be similar in shape, but also in spirit. Simply put, they must have soul."

Feng Qianxue accepted it humbly, but she didn't take it seriously in her heart. How could she be qualified to judge her painting when she was old? She had put [-]% of her thought into this painting, how could it be bad.

When the painting was passed on to the Empress Dowager, she was somewhat looking forward to her next praise, but to her disappointment, the Empress Dowager just gave it a slightly indifferent glance, and let someone take it down.

Feng Qianxue returned to her seat in a bad mood.

The third one went up next, and they performed an innovative song, and the evaluations they got were all unanimously good.

Yun Qingyin was the fourth one to go up, An Ning clenched her fists and whispered, "Come on!"

Aunt Lan and Feng Jingxi also looked at her with a smile.

Yun Qingyin walked to the center of the venue, and the eunuch in charge took the things that Yun Qingyin had ordered the maid to prepare in advance, a long table, a transparent glass-like board, and a pottery pot. Filled with sand.

A long table was placed in front of where the judges sat so that they could watch.

"What is Yun Qingyin doing?"

Someone is curious.

"Who knows, playing tricks."

Lin Shuangshuang sat on one side, suffocating anger in her heart.

"Shuangshuang, this Yun Qingyin is too hateful. Regardless of her current status, a village girl dares to provoke you."

"Hmph, she will look good later."

Lin Shuangshuang said angrily.

Yun Qingyin grabbed a handful of sand and spread it on the transparent board. Instead of using a paintbrush, she just used her fingers as pens and sand as ink to draw outlines. At first, the masters were still confused, not knowing what Yun Qingyin was going to do .

But as the visual effect caused by the shallow and deep accumulation of sand appeared, vivid people appeared on the board one by one, and that hand was like a source that endowed the sand people with souls. Wherever they went, those sand people began to Roaring, started sprinting, started melee, and started fighting the enemy in one go.

After a painting was completed, Yun Qingyin moved aside, the Taifus stood up unconsciously, they were curious about the next battle situation, did these soldiers who fought bloody battles on the battlefield survive in the end, did they win or lose ?
The fate of the soldiers deeply affected their hearts.

In order not to interfere with the line of sight, the tutors immediately stood up and stood by Yun Qingyin's side.

Yun Qingyin picked up the sand again and sprinkled it down. Gradually, a sad, shocking, corpse-strewn battlefield emerged. There were corpses and blood flowing everywhere. Those sands seemed to turn into bright red blood, burning people's hearts. Eye.

On this endless battlefield, a soldier slowly crawled out from the crowd, exhausted all his strength to barely stand up, stubbornly walked towards the direction where the flag stood, and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes a picture

——Following Yun Qingyin's actions, the people in the neighborhood live and work in peace and contentment, children are running and playing, and all kinds of hawking sounds can be heard endlessly, creating a peaceful and peaceful living atmosphere
A smile slowly appeared on the soldier's face, and he fell down slowly facing the direction of the rising sun.

Yun Qingyin picked up the last handful of sand, paused for a long time, finally put it down, and clapped her hands.

The crowd was quiet for a long time, Tai Tuo's eyes were slightly moist, and he said hoarsely, "Okay!"

Nanny Cui walked over with the support of the Queen Mother, and the crowd stepped aside.

The queen mother looked at a painting composed of several sand paintings, and turned back to her seat without making any comments.

But the judges gave almost unanimous high praise.

When the palace maids were about to lift the table down, the Taifu said to those people very preciously, "Don't take this down, just put it behind me, and be gentle when lifting it."

The next performance was a game of ancient chess, but everyone was still immersed in the shock brought by the sand painting just now, so they were a little absent-minded. This situation lasted until Shen Nanyun came on stage.

Shen Nanyun had just returned to Zhongyonghou's Mansion, and everyone was not very familiar with her. They thought she would have no talent after living in the countryside for so many years, but a piece of music she performed was very brilliant.

The next ones came one after another, but the previous ones were too exciting, and the latter ones were a little boring.

And there are eight people who advanced to the second round.

(End of this chapter)