The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

The attendant was startled and looked at the second prince.

The second prince nodded, and the attendant standing at the door directly informed the guards outside through the intercom.

Soon, the outside of the large study room became quiet.

When everyone looked at Yan Chenxi and the painting again, she had finished the painting.

At this moment, the girl's petite body is leaning forward slightly, leaving an inscription and signature on the edge of the scroll.

The old king was already standing by the side of the table, his eyes scorching at the completed painting.

That is a map of the country, a map of the country that will be inspiring as long as you look at it. Moreover, the other landscapes are different, and the perspective of this picture seems to come from the sky.

Whether it's the big rivers, the rolling mountains, or the clouds and clouds, they all come from the perspective of heaven.

It seems that the person who paints is the **** who holds the world of life and death in his hands.

At the beginning, when this picture was only half of the time, he already felt shocked. Now he saw the complete picture, the kind of tremor from the soul, which made him immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

"This... how is this possible..."

Isn't this a painting by an unknown master?

Looking at the entire history of the empire, from ancient times to the present, there are only unknown masters who have had this style of painting.

Even if someone wanted to imitate this style and paint from the perspective of the gods, they still could not reach the mood and shock of the unknown master.

However, this girl not only completed the painting, but also blended perfectly with the paintings of the unknown master.

Perfectly clothed!

It's simply from a person's hand!

The old king suddenly raised his head, glanced at Yan Chenxi in a daze, and then quickly fell down, looking at the writing she was writing.

That is a poem, a brand new poem!

She can behave!

"This is impossible!" The old king's expression changed again, and his shock was no longer enough to calm his shock at the moment.

Isn't that... Isn't that the writing of an unknown master!

In order to make sure that he was not mistaken, the old king directly picked up a magnifying glass and pointed it at the poem.

The old king is not only the king of the imperial capital, but also a senior scholar who studies obscure words.

Just as someone would imitate an anonymous painting, there have been many people imitating an anonymous character since ancient times.

However, imitation is always imitation, and there are traces to follow.

But at this moment, facing this poem, the old king couldn't find the slightest flaw.

This... is the nameless word!

The old king's lips trembled, and he looked at Yan Chenxi in disbelief.

How can such a young girl be able to practice such an exquisite painting and handwriting!

It's almost as if the nameless is alive, exactly the same as the nameless!

With the completion of the last word of the poem, even the second prince almost dropped his jaw, "Good poem...good poem!"

At this moment, the old king was completely stunned. In my mind, the words his grandfather had said to him were constantly echoing.

‘In the future you may have the opportunity to see the day when this painting is completed. ’

So, is now the day that grandfather said?

This picture is finished!

Moreover, it turned out to be...

At this moment, the old king saw that Yan Chenxi had begun to sign and sign, so he quickly looked over with a magnifying glass.

I saw that slender finger like green onion, holding the penholder, and writing three words eloquently on the scroll.

Words—no—famous!