Who is superior and who is inferior?

  After a long while, Yun Jie Rong withdrew the astonishment from his face and looked at Yuan Yi with an ambiguous gaze, saying: "Fourth Miss is indeed extraordinary, this painting can be considered a top-grade piece."

  Although everyone's face was mysterious, they did not refute her. They asked themselves if they had such high painting skills to paint such a delicate and intricate work in such a short time.

  Only the ink marks on the rice paper are not dry, exquisite and beautiful, full of freshness. It is precisely to put this garden into the painting. Whether it is the peach blossoms on the distant high wall or the pavilions and painted boats nearby, they are all finely depicted, with every detail in place. The most wonderful thing is that there are also people's shadows painted in the pavilions, which highlights the theme of playing at this time.

  On the side of the blank space, Xiao Xiang sang Anling's poem: "The tree is full of tender and delicate red, the branches are filled with crimson color, melting into spring. When will it be made into a thousand-year-old fruit, to show people the magic of creation?" The strokes of the characters are like clouds and flowing water, unrestrained and free-spirited, with a unique flavor.

  At this time, the little servant asked outside the pavilion: "I beg to report to the princess, the king ordered me to come over and ask, is there any good work in this head, pass it on for everyone to appreciate."

  "Perfect timing." Yun Jie stroked his palm and smiled, letting the maid roll up Qin Rujing, Yuan Hua, and Yuan Yi's calligraphy and paintings to send them out. He praised, "The Zhu family is indeed a clan of poetry, books, etiquette, and morality. The young ladies and gentlemen in the mansion are all outstanding in both literature and art."

  The young servant quickly presented the book and painting to a man, who had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with a majestic and elegant demeanor. He was wearing a purple brocade robe that made him look even more handsome and noble. He took it in his hand, unfolded it, and saw that it was Yuan Yi's book and painting.

  "Good painting." Just at first glance, Rui Wang Wei Qian spoke out in praise, but after a closer look, his eyes couldn't help but stop at the inscription, "The strokes of this character are smooth and natural, flowing freely. The person who wrote this must be someone with a broad and open mind, which is not often seen among women. Who is this 'Gui Niangzi'?"

  Anling's eyes lit up beside him, and he was about to step forward to answer when Zhang Zhongxi, who was standing in front of Rui Wang, spoke up: "In response to Your Majesty, it is the self-proclaimed title of the Fourth Miss of the Zhu Manor."

  "It turns out she's Zi Yan's cousin, no wonder. " Rui Wang's black eyes flashed, and he smiled to ask those around him, "I remember she has a younger brother who is also here, isn't his name An Ling?"

  Anling didn't expect King Rui to remember his name, and he was so excited that his face turned bright red. He hastily stepped forward to pay his respects, "Reporting to King Rui, the student is indeed Anling."

  Ru Wang glanced at him and pointed to the poem on the painting, praising: "This is your poem, isn't it? Truly a young talent to be reckoned with."

  Xiao Heng, who had been sitting aside and gazing out at the distance, turned back at this moment. His eyes lingered on An Ling's face for a brief instant before he let out an unpleasant cold snort.

  Rui Wang was suddenly delighted, his black eyes twinkling as he turned to hand Yuan Yi's painting over to him, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Yuan Yi, take a look at this woman's calligraphy and compare it with yours - who do you think is better?"

  Xiao Heng slightly raised his eyelids, but only glanced at him briefly, and said with a smirk: "It's just a feminine script, how dare you show it off in front of people? It's so soft and weak, far inferior to mine."

  Rui Wang was speechless, unexpectedly Xiao Heng actually gave such an evaluation, but he indeed had the capital to be proud of it. Among those present, only Xiao Heng's calligraphy was the best, and the four characters "Yi Huan Fu Di" on this villa were exactly what he had suggested.

  However, Anling couldn't help but feel annoyed when she saw Xiao Heng, who was said to be unlearned and untalented, being so dismissive of his own sister's calligraphy and painting. She felt a surge of anger at his youthful arrogance and glared at him with puffed up cheeks.

  Xiao Heng seemed to think of something, and upon seeing An Ling in this state, not only did he not blame him, but instead looked at him with great interest for a long time, then burst out laughing as if no one else was around.

  Zhang Zhongxi watched this scene with his eyelids slightly lowered, covering the deep darkness in his eyes.