C47 (1/2)

In this era, Bai Zheng's paper had not even been passed down to the world. If people wanted to use a brush to write a picture, they would have to use bamboo sheets or Silk Cloth s, which was why in this era, ordinary people did not know much about reading and writing.

Bai Yinan stretched out his neck and looked around bit by bit. His posture was enough to make Bai Zheng believe that if not for the etiquette restrictions, Bai Yinan would have jumped up and walked to their side to stare at them.

Bai Zheng laughed helplessly. Suddenly, she felt someone's gaze fall on her. She turned her head sharply and saw Feng Linyuan's gentle eyes.

Feng Linyuan was still holding onto his teacup, not a brush. The moment she turned around, he smiled at her.

Bai Zheng looked at the two-thirds of the incense on the table, puzzled and stared at Feng Linyuan who was staring at him the whole time.

Didn't this guy claim that he understood his fate and wouldn't marry him? The play had only just started and he was already staring at her without even drawing a line? Are you planning to get out for free?

The incense stick became shorter and shorter, until a few of the faster young masters stopped writing. Soong Yiqing also waved his fan, returning to his relaxed appearance.

But Feng Linyuan had not even started writing.

”Is Marquis Dingyuan already planning to give up on the first round?” After reading Feng Jingyi's work, Feng Jingye, who was obviously very satisfied, turned his head and saw that there was nothing in front of Feng Linyuan, and could not help but to ask.

”If the Marquis still doesn't use his brush, he'll have to find a new girl that can solve your fate.” Feng Jingxuan said coldly.

Looking at the incense that was almost burnt out, Feng Jingyi became anxious and reminded his in a low voice, ”Master Hou, it's almost time.”

Feng Linyuan faintly smiled and looked at Bai Zheng without saying a word.

The sun slowly rose, and suddenly leaped over the edge of the eaves behind Bai Zheng, causing Bai Zheng to be bathed in bright yet gentle light. Bai Zheng turned her head, and the pearl on her bun shone brightly under the sunlight.

Feng Linyuan's eyes lit up. He finally picked up the brush and lowered his head to draw.

Bai Zheng looked over, she did not seem like the young master who had bent his back so low that his head almost touched the Silk Cloth, but the way Feng Linyuan was holding the brush and writing quickly, was still very elegant.

Bai Zheng was suddenly filled with anticipation and nervousness. She wondered what kind of work this renowned marquis, whose talent had shocked the world, would hand over.

In the early spring the chirping of sparrows began, loud in the silent garden. No one could hear Bai Zheng's heartbeat.

”Pa Ji”, the last bit of the scented dust fell. Almost at the same time, Feng Linyuan put down the brush, looked at the Silk Cloth, and smirked.

”The time for the incense stick to burn has arrived. Young masters, please stop writing.” Gaochang Marquis's voice sounded out right after. A few young masters who were still working hard to write sighed deeply as they put down their pens reluctantly.

Soon enough, six maids came forward and lined up in a row. Starting from the east side, they picked up the Silk Cloth s in front of the six young masters and walked to the main seats in succession, for Gaochang Marquis, Feng Jingye and the others to comment and appraise.

Bai Zheng who was sitting at the side could also clearly see that these young masters were indeed from the main clan. Although there were a few good-for-nothings who were not good at poetry, their overall standards were not bad.

Amongst them, Mansion of State Duke Chen Chen Yanzhi's Snow Reflection Plum Blossom Painting, Censor's Liu Zhixuan's Summer Night Painting, Mansion of Jing Zhao Yin Qin Si's lifelike Ferghana Horse, and the Fourth Young Master of the Duke of Jiang Prefecture's Clear Spring Mountain Painting were the most prominent.

Bai Zheng raised her eyebrows, these people were all people who had been ”recommended” before, and their performance was indeed outstanding as expected.

However, among the people who performed exceptionally well, there was also an unexpected person — — Soong Yiqing. His picture of ”Shuang Hua”, not to mention the painting, was accompanied by a poem: ”Cui Wei Road is narrow, who is responsible for the crown. Frost is full, and autumn is hard to do. ” Then, Bai Zheng had a whole new level of respect for him.

Who would have thought that this Soong Yiqing who always acted so amicable, would actually have such a move!

As if he saw the astonishment in Bai Zheng's eyes, Soong Yiqing leaned lazily on the chair and smiled flirtatiously at her.