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Chapter 88 Can’t Paint
  Shen Xinyu seemed to be asking, but in fact, Shen Zhuoxi had no way out.
  She just lost to Shen Zhuoxi in poetry, she must not let Shen Zhuoxi steal the spotlight again!
  I still don’t believe it. Shen Zhuoxi is great at poetry, how can he still paint?
  Shen Zhuoxi understood her plan, rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and said, "Sister, this is not appropriate. It would be better for you to do the painting."
  Shen Xinyu was even more certain that she wouldn't, and said with a gentle smile: "No, I'll give you the chance."
  Of course, the opportunity to make a fool of herself should be given to her!
  Shen Xinyu had wanted to use the prince's help many days ago to spread the word that Shen Zhuoxi was a fool because of his incompetence in poetry.
  The prince happened to be busy with many things in those days, and was summoned by the emperor at short notice. The banquet was postponed and postponed, and finally had to give up. Shen Xinyu deliberately stayed until today. Who knew that Shen Zhuoxi would become a blockbuster.
  "I don't draw well because I'm afraid of losing people from the Grand Master's Palace." As Shen Zhuoxi spoke, his eyes turned to Shen Heshan.
  It seems to be saying, look, it’s not me who wants to be in the limelight, it’s your precious daughter who wants the limelight!
  Shen Xinyu didn't notice who she was looking at. She narrowed her eyes and said, "How could it be possible? The second sister has inherited Princess Xiaoqing's talent. She is capable of surpassing all other poets in poetry, and painting is definitely not a problem."
  "Come here, you can draw whatever you want, and I will write poems and inscriptions. I believe you can do it."
  Shen Heshan didn't know what Shen Xinyu was doing, so he cleared his throat and said, "Xinyu, Zhuo Xi has no experience, so you should paint."
  "Father." Shen Xinyu turned around and said eloquently: "Everyone has seen the paintings I made, so it would be better to let the second sister come. What if it can be unique?"
  Shen Heshan frowned and wanted to say something else. The prince took a deep look at Shen Xinyu and said, "Now that you have decided, just follow what the eldest lady said."
  "Yes." Shen Xinyu bowed to Prince Yingying.
  Others have either finished painting or are nearing the end of the painting, and most of their eyes are naturally focused on the two young ladies of the Shen family.
  Shen Zhuoxi needed to come first to paint. As soon as he picked up the pen, everyone started talking:
  "The second lady writes good poems, but with this attitude, she doesn't seem to be able to hold a pen?"
  "Who says it's not the case? How can anyone hold a pen like this?"
  "Holding the pen with the whole hand, haha, my little daughter also had this posture when she just learned to eat."
  "Hmph, it's impossible for a person who just learned to write to be in this posture. No one has ever taught him how to do it."
  "I heard that the second young lady was taught how to read by her grandma, who knows how much she knows. Now she's going to make a fool of herself."
  "Oh, you can't say that. What if a miracle happens? Have you forgotten that you were slapped in the face by the second lady one after another just now?"
  "It's just a matter of words. Painting is different. Ask any daughter who knows how to paint and hasn't practiced it since childhood. Unless the second lady is a genius, there will definitely be no surprise."
  "Don't speak too early, let's take a look first."
  However, Shen Zhuoxi didn't give everyone many surprises when he started writing.
  No, it was completely frightening!
  "What, what is this painting?"
  "Heh, this is the first time I've seen someone draw and pull it out from the middle of the paper."
  "It's such a rough stroke that can't be erased or corrected. No matter how good your painting skills are, it's impossible to draw a good painting."
  "Nonsense, you picked up the pen wrongly. The first stroke ruined the entire painting!"
  "The eldest lady also plans to give the second lady a chance to stand out. Tsk tsk. Now there is nothing we can do to harm the eldest lady. She will be embarrassed."
  "In the past, it was good to see the eldest lady painting. Her posture was graceful and her paintings were quite artistic."
  "It would be nice if the eldest lady painted it. At least it would be pleasing to the eye, eh...?"
  In the end, the man only spoke half of his words when he suddenly stopped, pointed at the half-finished painting and said in surprise: "Look, the second lady's painting seems to have a different world?"
  "What kind of cave?" Someone sneered: "Look, doesn't this look like a ghost drawing a talisman?"
  "Did I see it wrong?" The man paused and said, "I clearly saw that the lines were landscape paintings."
  "You are wrong. Look, it was painted blindly. The last time I saw such a mess, it was a ghost-suppressing charm painted by a Taoist priest in a Taoist temple."
  Shen Xinyu listened to all kinds of discussions, her heart blossomed with joy, but her face became more and more embarrassed, and she said to Shen Zhuoxi: Second sister, you are so good at painting, but you have lost the face of the Taishi Mansion. "
  "Didn't the eldest sister say you believe me?" Shen Zhuoxi didn't even raise his head, but still lowered his head to paint: "You will know after I finish painting."
  Shen Jingya couldn't hide the smile in her eyes, pretending to be regretful and said: "If I had known I would have gone, it would be worse than the chickens raised in the backyard taking a few steps in the snow."
  "How are you talking?" Yu Qinglian frowned and pretended to scold: "The second young lady has her own struggles, maybe we don't understand."
  "I'm afraid no one understands this." Han Xiangru said, "Everyone has seen it. It's all black and numb. Could it be the black charcoal of the painting?"
  Shen Heshan's face was darker than Shen Zhuoxi's painting, and he almost couldn't help but stop it several times. He glanced at the prince and found that there was a smile on the prince's lips, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only hold it back.
  Not far away, after Jing Muling took care of the bamboo film in her eyes, she quietly watched Shen Zhuoxi painting.
  Zhengqing tentatively leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Sir, the second young lady obviously doesn't know how to paint. If this continues, it won't end. How about we help?"
  "No?" Jing Muling smiled: "If she is not good at painting, then there will be no one in the world who can paint."
  "What do you mean?" Zhengqing glanced at Shen Zhuoxi's painting subconsciously and said, "This, isn't this just a ball of ink?"
  Could it be possible that the master was smitten by the second lady, and praised him so harshly when he saw the broken thing? !
  Why didn't he see what was drawn?
  "You don't understand." Jing Muling glanced sideways at Zhengqing, ignored him, and continued watching.
  Shen Zhuoxi has already finished half of her painting. At present, no one except Jing Muling knows what she painted.
  "Is it still necessary to continue with this painting?" Someone asked: "How about just forgetting it and not wasting everyone's time?"
  Shen Heshan looked at the hopelessness and said: "That's it. His Royal Highness, please declare the title of painting and inscription. Shen Zhuoxi is not talented and the Imperial Palace has given up."
  "What's the hurry?" Shen Zhuoxi put down the brush and said, "The last step is just to get some good wine."
  Shen Heshan didn't know her purpose. He looked at the confused Hua with cold eyes and scolded: "What are you doing with the wine? If you don't admit it earlier, do you want so many people to see you doing this?"
  "The Grand Master will know in a moment." Shen Zhuoxi took Hui Zhi's wine and ordered, "Help me pick up the painting."
  Huizhi absolutely believed in Shen Zhuoxi and raised the painting without asking.
  Shen Zhuoxi went out and broke off a rhododendron, dipped it in wine and sprinkled it on the paper on which he had painted.
  The wine, with its delicate fragrance, spread out in a graceful arc in the sunlight, and stars fell on the paper Shen Zhuoxi was painting on.
  Just sprinkle it three times in a row. Suddenly, someone stood up, pointed at the paper spread out by Huizhi, and said excitedly: "Look, it's a landscape painting. I was right! The second lady painted a landscape painting!"
  (End of this chapter)