The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"At that time, the ink will be sparse, how can it be a painting?"

Yang Xiuwen also hesitated, this guy really picked up the paintbrush?Immediately he smiled dismissively, the guy who is putting on airs, you will find out later!

"No!" At this moment, Luo Chuannan's eyes suddenly narrowed. His method didn't seem to be a novice, but like everyone?

Because Luo Chuannan loves painting, he also knows about painting.

"Wang Kang really... knows how to draw!" Lin Yuyan also suddenly realized.

"Hmph, no matter whether he knows it or not, the time is running out, and the incense is almost burnt out. What can he do in such a short time?"

Dong Yiwu sneered.

At this moment, the official in charge of keeping the time shouted: "The incense is burned out, and the time is up!"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the two people who had stopped writing. The time had come, and it would be clear what to draw...

[Author's off-topic remarks]: The second update, I kept the third update while on a business trip, exhausted, please vote, please collect

Chapter 153 Bloom, Bloom!

"Ha ha!"

Hearing the sound of ending, Yang Xiuwen directly picked up the drawing board in front of him, opened his mouth and said with a big smile: "My painting has been completed, and this is my... map of Purgatory on Earth!"

People looked along and saw that the whole painting was divided into four small pictures.

The first painting is about the time of war, when people were forced to leave their homes in the chaos of war...

The second painting is a severe drought and scorching sun. People lie on the dry and cracked land, holding crops that have been rotted by the sun, crying silently...

The third picture shows how a mountain torrent broke out, the houses collapsed, the fields were flooded, and the villagers stood by the river at a loss...

The fourth picture is the twelfth lunar month of winter, the homeless people have no home to return to, no food to eat, huddled on the corner of the street, skinny and without clothes...

The four pictures depict wars, severe droughts, heavy rains, and the tragic scenes of people under the cold winter.

The scenes are vivid and the characters are vivid...

"What a picture of purgatory on earth!" Sheriff Luo Chuannan stood up with an excited expression.

"The four sets of pictures are full of heartache, four environments, and four different situations, which are enough to make people weep!"

"Whether it is from the level of painting or the expression of emotion, it is excellent!"

"Responsive to the topic and the occasion, you are worthy of being a little painter!"

People were amazed and praised in pieces!

"Guan Jian was able to draw such a painting within the time of a stick of incense, and also met the requirements of Wen Gong's question. It's rare, it's so rare!"

"This game must be won!" Dong Yiwu stroked his beard gently, as if sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai!

Dong Qian also echoed: "Although Yang Xiuwen is a lustful person, he does have talent, otherwise he wouldn't have caught the attention of the county sheriff!"

"It's just...the earl's mansion probably has no chance!" He never considered what Wang Kang's paintings would be like.

Only on Wang Dingchang's side, the expressions of the two women did not change at all, because they believed... Wang Kang!

"Master Kang, Mr. Yang has already displayed paintings here, so what about yours?"

Dong Hui asked loudly.

"Brother Yang's picture of purgatory on earth makes one's chest sore. How dare Wang Kang make a fool of himself with such a masterpiece in front of him?"

"You are all thinking too much, maybe he is just scribbling, it is not a painting at all!"

Several people were all mocking, as long as there is such an opportunity, they will not let it go.

"That's right, Wang Kang, where's your painting? Show it out for people to see!" Yang Xiuwen smiled triumphantly.

As soon as his picture of purgatory on earth is released, he will definitely win this game!

All eyes were on Wang Kang. Wang Kang's face was calm, his eyes were sad and he said in a deep voice, "I did not draw this painting for the competition, but for my cousin...Su Zhe!"

As he spoke, he picked up the drawing board on the painting table. On the drawing paper was a flower bud, to be precise, it was the bud of a lotus flower, with a diameter and leaves, and there were a few lines of small characters beside the flower bud.

People were shocked when they saw this picture!

It is in bud, ready to bloom, bright and vivid, and the colors are as clear as real lotus reflected on the paper. Is this really Wang Kang's painting?

"This... this..." Luo Chuannan was also stunned. From his point of view, this is also a good painting!

He looked suspiciously at Wang Kang in the field, didn't he say he was a prodigal?I can't paint, but how can I paint like this?

Like Dong Qian, Yu Hong and others were even more sluggish. They had ridiculed Wang Kang for not being able to paint, and even if he did paint, it would be graffiti.

And now that is clearly a masterpiece!

"Wang Kang!" Dong Gan gritted his teeth, his face extremely gloomy, even today he was slapped in the face by Wang Kang one after another!

"Kang'er...Kanger, him!" Wang Dingchang's expression was excited, even he didn't expect his son to have such a skill.

Li Qingman and Lin Yuyan smiled at each other, the meaning was self-evident, they both knew that Wang Kang would definitely bring them surprises.

"Even so, your painting can't compare to my picture of purgatory on earth!" Yang Xiuwen's face was ugly, this time he was really slapped in the face!

"Mr. Zhengwen has already stated that if you want to draw a painting that can move people to tears, you obviously have the wrong idea!"

"That's right, even if his lotus painting is extraordinary, it can't compare to Yang Xiuwen's painting of purgatory on earth, we still win this game!" Dong Yiwu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The twists and turns of the scene really made him a little unbearable.

"No, this painting is not that simple!" Li Jitong said suddenly at this moment.

Everyone listened to the sound and saw that the originally static flower bone suddenly moved, and it started to flip from the outermost layer on the drawing paper, like a piece of petal...

Not long after, the changes stopped, and when I looked at it, it was no longer a budding flower, but a real lotus blossom!

At this moment, Wang Kang's deep voice sounded.

"The lotus is Su Zhe's cousin's favorite thing. I use this lotus to describe Su Zhe. May he be like this blooming flower and be reborn again!"

"This this……"

"how is this possible?"

Everyone was stunned, how could the painting, which was originally a dead thing, open quietly under the eyes of everyone!