However, even if they had opinions on this topic, they did not dare to say it in front of the emperor.
After thinking for a moment, the girls from each family had no choice but to pick up their pens and start drawing.
Mo Hanqing's eyes always stayed on Ye Qiqi.
He watched her furry head lowered, as if she was thinking about something just like she was writing poetry. After a long time, he picked up the pen and started to draw.
Because of Ye Qiqi's outstanding performance just now, when Mo Hanqing looked at her, she finally felt that the uneasiness in her heart was not so strong.
When Ye Qiqi called Grandpa Zhang Yuanzhi just now, he had already vaguely guessed that the masters Master Ye Jue had found for Ye Qiqi were probably the best in the world.
No wonder all the masters in the capital fled when they heard who Ye Qiqi was studying under.
Apart from anything else, Ye Qiqi's fact that she was a close disciple of those masters was enough for the masters in the capital to call her their master.
So at this moment, Mo Hanqing carefully considered it in his mind, and it seemed that the best painter in the world was Tao Mian.
It is estimated that Ye Qiqi learned his painting from him.
The time of burning incense passed in the blink of an eye.
Eunuch Su stood behind the main hall and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's time—"
Those official ladies had no choice but to put down their brushes.
Eunuch Su looked at them with a smile, and then said to the eunuch beside them: "Okay, please present all the paintings of the girls."
"Yes." After the eunuchs responded, they picked up the paintings on the small desk with both hands and handed them to Eunuch Su with their waists and backs bent.
"Your Majesty." Eunuch Su held a handful of paintings in his hand and turned to look at the Emperor, waiting for his orders.
"Just... let's start with her first." The emperor pointed at Ye Qiqi, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, after all, Ye Qiqi's performance in the poetry session just now. It's eye-catching.
"Yes." Eunuch Su responded. From the handful of paintings, he picked out the one by Ye Qiqi, and then ordered an internal prison guard to lift it up and show it to everyone.
On the beige rice paper, a round sun hangs in the sky, with clouds of varying shades half covering the round sun.
Below the sky, there are gold and iron horses, roaring and galloping, the two armies are fighting, swords facing each other, flags flying in the wind are flying coldly above the heads of the soldiers, and warm blood is being sprinkled wantonly at the feet of the soldiers.
It was obviously just a silent painting, but everyone seemed to hear the majestic shouts before the battlefield, the clash of swords, and the rumble of horses' hooves as they crossed the ground.
The emperor looked at the painting and said nothing for a moment.
He only felt that the image of him leading the army to war when he was young appeared in front of his eyes, and he was so passionate on the battlefield that he threw his head and shed his blood.
Everyone in the entire hall couldn't help but become quiet when they saw Ye Qiqi's paintings.
She was just a girl, petite and exquisite, but why were her paintings so majestic and majestic, with a majestic air that swallowed up mountains and rivers.
Eunuch Su waited for a long time, but did not hear a word from the emperor. He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty??"
"Yes." The emperor came back to his senses and looked at Ye Qiqi with complicated eyes.