After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The long scroll was gently unrolled.

Four attendants held the four corners of the scroll and displayed it in front of the saint as if they were holding rare treasures.

The picture shows undulating mountains, vast rivers and mist, a magnificent and majestic scene.

There are high cliffs and waterfalls in the mountains, winding paths leading to secluded places, and fishing villages, fishing boats, wild markets, bridges and other scenes between the mountains and waters.

The scenery is beautiful with green willows, red flowers, tall pines and bamboos.

The mountains in the picture are undulating, turning and combining, loose and tight, and dense and sparse, which is quite harmonious.

"Good! Wonderful painting!"

"The technique is refined, the brushwork is meticulous, and the colors are brilliant! It shows the magnificence of the mountains and rivers!"

"After not seeing you for a few years, Wu Jingsheng's painting skills have become even better!"

"After this trip, the details of the painting are handled very well! The previous exaggeration is gone!"

The saint and the gentlemen all applauded.

Concubine Tong, who had been resting in the Zen temple, heard the noise ahead and rushed over.

When she saw Wu Jingsheng's painting of rivers and mountains, Concubine Tong couldn't help but applaud.

“Exquisite craftsmanship, lifelike!”

Wu Jingsheng lowered his eyes, his face expressionless, except for a hint of blush at the corners of his eyes, revealing his master's joy.

Obviously, he was also extremely satisfied with his paintings.

Pang Jude lowered his head in disappointment.

Although he was well aware of the gap between himself and Wu Jingsheng, he still felt uncomfortable facing the huge disparity in strength so directly.

"Brother Pang, it's okay, you are not at the bottom."

The classmates comforted him softly.

"That's right. We are still honorable in defeat. It is not shameful to lose to Wu Jingsheng."

Pang Jude's painting shows a student studying hard in front of the window, with a few magpies sitting on the branches outside the window.

This painting of his is a bit clever. First, it shows his determination to study hard, and second, he hopes that the magpie will bring good luck.

"The painting is neat and standard."

Everyone prepared to make comments.

The chief academician of the Imperial College looked around and was about to announce the winner when he was interrupted by Wen Yu.

"Please taste it, my lords."

The girl's cold voice was like a mountain spring, lowering the temperature of the lively atmosphere by several degrees.

"Don't be anxious, Imperial College Priest. Let's take a look at Wen Yu's paintings first."

Gu Nanxi waved his hand, signaling the servants to bring up the scroll.

"What a waste of time. The outcome has already been decided, why let the young lady humiliate herself?"

"'These young ladies are so ambitious that they regard their own courtyards as the vast blue sky. Do they really think that they are the most talented women in the world just because they are praised by their friends in the boudoir?"

There were some middle-aged ladies watching the fun, feeling very sad.

A good little girl not only shows up in public, but also gets pointed at by these wicked guys.

The old lady glanced at the gossipers around her and said, "She is a little girl who can write, draw and count. How many other things do you know? What right do you have to criticize her? If you were in this situation, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to hold a pen."

"If you don't have the skills, don't take on this job. If I know I can't do it, I won't try to be the best."

"It's so embarrassing. Won't this cause trouble for my brothers?"

Concubine Tong's eyes moved between Gu Nan and Wen Yu several times. She and the others were not moved by these sour words and breathed a sigh of relief.

The young emperor cast a questioning look at Gu Nanxi. Is this possible? Sister?

No matter what, it has come to this point, can we still retreat?

Gu Nanxi nodded solemnly to the emperor.

The young emperor hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to save some face for his sister.

He did not unfold the painting in public as he did with Wu Jingsheng's painting, but instead ordered someone to present the scroll directly to the emperor, with himself being the first person to appreciate the painting.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young emperor paused, his eyes froze for a moment, and then, blood spread from his ears to his entire handsome face.

Concubine Tong, who was beside him, nudged the emperor's arm, but got no response, so she looked over to see what painting it was that made the saint so fascinated.

The two of them leaned their heads against each other, their breaths intertwined, their eyes occasionally glancing at the painting and then at each other.

The deep affection is so sticky that it can almost be drawn into threads.

This scene stunned everyone.

Come back to your senses, Your Majesty!

There was a fussy old scholar who was fidgeting and glaring, wanting to scold someone, but considering Master Tong who was sitting next to him, he had to swallow his anger.

"Noble Concubine Tong is indeed the most favored concubine in the harem, and she has a deep affection for His Majesty."

“Appreciating a painting is so full of emotion.”

"But let's get the business done first!"

There was an anxious spectator who was anxious to go home to feed the pigs and sheep. He rolled his eyes, took out a small bronze mirror from his bosom, and waved it in the sunlight.

The shaking light spot instantly attracted the attention of the imperial guards.

Wow!

The sound of armor colliding broke the sticky atmosphere between the emperor and Concubine Tong.

"What happened?" The young emperor blushed and looked at Gu Nanxi with eyes full of shame, anger and reproach.

Concubine Tong, with a gorgeous face like a lotus, looked at Gu Nanxi with a coquettish and annoyed look, seemingly angry but not angry, and with a hint of pride.

Gu Nanxi was confused. What happened to them?

"Your Majesty, please announce the final result." The Imperial College's chief academic officer said hurriedly when he saw that the emperor had finally come to his senses.

The students and parents of Imperial College all stood up, ready to cheer for Wu Jingsheng.

"Hurry up and book a table at Fuquan Tea House. Today, we will celebrate for Wu Jingsheng."

"And the Song Family Restaurant and Piaoxianglou, book all the tables. After we're done, we won't leave until we're drunk."

Some superiors brought their subordinates to build momentum for the Imperial College. Faced with the situation of great victory, their old faces were grinning from ear to ear.

Although his incompetent son did not play, the Imperial College was superior to Songshan Academy, and all the students of the Imperial College were fortunate to have the honor.

"Ah, hey, Baichuan Academy is really unlucky. With a big Buddha like Lord Cui squatting there, they chose a question about calligraphy and painting."

"Death before the mission is accomplished makes heroes shed tears. Baichuan Academy is in danger."

The mysterious man in the crowd shook his fan triumphantly. No matter how cunning Gu Nanxi was like a fox, he spread so many true and false, false and true news in an attempt to confuse everyone.

However, strength is the key to ultimately determining victory or defeat.

Their Baichuan Academy is just a bunch of misfits. The best horses cannot compare to the horses that have been eliminated by others.

How to win?

In this battle, Gu Nanxi is bound to lose!

Just when everyone thought the situation was settled, a look of struggle appeared on the young emperor's face.

After hesitating for a long time, everyone came up with an absurd guess.

The young emperor and Concubine Tong exchanged glances before he said firmly, "The winner is Wen Yu from Baichuan Academy!"

ha? !

Pang Jude raised his head in disbelief, rubbed his ears, and looked at his classmates blankly.

Wu Jingsheng, who was packing up his pens, ink, paper and inkstone, accidentally dropped his pen on the ground, and the expensive ink pen was instantly covered with dust.

"How is this possible?! Did the saint say something wrong?!"