The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

Professor Kong did not hide his satisfaction with the students at all, but he just had to wait for Yu Liang to finish the painting, which left Professor Li with no choice.

Although he didn't like Xu Jin, Professor Li still admitted that only Xu Jin was the best.

Because of Ling Xuan's intervention, Xu Jin was suddenly pushed back again and again to fight for the last remaining spot. However, Xu Jin was also a good-natured person, and she didn't seem to care at all, and stood aside confidently.

Ling Xuan evoked a smile, "I also feel a little itchy when I see the paintings of all the talents, can I prepare paper and ink for my lord to draw?"

Chu Yuan nodded, "It's rare to see that the prince is interested, so come here and prepare paper and ink!"

"The rest of you don't have to care about those who want to continue, just continue." Ling Xuan said with a smile, not seeing the airs of a prince, raised his sleeves and stepped forward to pick up the pen and start writing.

Xu Jin's understanding of Ling Xuan only comes from other people's opinions, because Ling Xuan's works are all in the palace, so apart from a pair of calligraphy hanging by Dehui, he doesn't know what level Ling Xuan is, but since Ling Xuan has spoken, Xu Jin also came to the painting and continued to add details.

Ling Xuan's movements were very casual and there was nothing interesting to see. Only Chu Yuan who was standing at the side was deeply shocked. Ling Xuan's painting was not of the imperial city, but a mountain forest, as if it fell from the sky. A line accurately cut through the mountain.

In the north of the cliff is an endless grassland, while on the other side is a towering mountain.

It is the Helian Mountains in Bocheng, but it is not so high, but it looks better if it is properly exaggerated, doesn't it?

Ling Xuan didn't pursue how fine the painting was, but instead lost momentum in the face of such exquisite craftsmanship. When Yu Liang stopped writing, Ling Xuan was already mounting the painting.

"Isn't the lord not inscribing?" Chu Yuan turned his head and asked after marveling at Ling Xuan's improved painting skills.

"No, the person who receives it probably doesn't need my king's inscription to understand it." Ling Xuan shook his head and said.

"It's for the emperor." Chu Yuan sighed, "The brotherhood between the prince and the emperor really makes me ashamed."

"Brother Huang?" Ling Xuan shook his head, "No, it's my father, anyway, there are already many paintings of my king with his arms around his chest."

"That's it." Chu Yuan wiped off his sweat, he would definitely care, my lord!And didn't the first emperor already go?

"Father said that he wanted to visit Bocheng, so I wanted to draw a picture, and burn it after it dries." Ling Xuan waved his hand casually and said.

Originally, he wanted to suppress Xu Jin, but for some reason, he suddenly remembered the dream he had before, so he should burn it to the emperor.

"I understand." Chu Yuan crossed his hands and bowed, "Then, where is the burn?" It couldn't be Huang Ling.

"Is this particular?" Ling Xuan folded his arms around his chest, "Think about it, my lord."

Please don't think about it, Chu Yuan lowered his head and didn't dare to think about what would happen if the painting was burned without the emperor seeing it. He didn't want to know the consequences at all, "Then let's show it first."

"It's up to you." Attracted by Yu Liang's paintings, Ling Xuan waved his hand perfunctorily to signal Chu Yuan not to ask himself any more.

Chu Yuan didn't speak again to signal Shutong to put the painting out. The emperor definitely knew that Ling Xuan would come, and now he could only hope that the emperor's people would notify him of this matter as soon as possible.