Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

After commenting on Jiang Lingxi's works, and taking advantage of Xu Qingmei's comments to summarize Jinghuai's comments, Li Wanxuan stood quietly in front of Su Yi's "Back in the Rainy Night" for a moment.

After a long time, I looked at the author standing beside the painting, and asked softly, "Girl, is the teacher who taught you painting called Jian Sheng?"

"Jian Sheng?" Su Yi repeated the name subconsciously, pursing his lips without nodding or shaking his head, "I don't know what the teacher's name is, I only know that his surname is Jane."

"Then it should be him." Li Wanxuan couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the teacher not far away, then turned back and said softly, "Your paintings are passed down in the same line as him. That’s how we described him in the first place.”

From seeing the somewhat blurry digital version of the work at the beginning, to seeing this girl copying the only one in the teacher's museum from Jian Sheng's "Rolling Life" yesterday, to today's "Rainy Night Back View" , she finally confirmed that the girl's teacher was her amazingly talented junior brother, Jian Sheng, who, due to some accidents, never saw the teacher again.

She guessed that the teacher should have guessed it earlier than her.

The disciple who saw the junior brother yesterday did not know how the teacher was feeling at that time!
Although Su Yi had a shy personality, he met the teacher's eyes at this moment: "Mr. Li, you..."

"Good boy," Li Wanxuan interrupted her, "We'll talk about it after the recording of the show."

The main reason is that it is not good to talk about the little junior in front of the teacher, because no matter what you say, it will expose the teacher's scars.

"I'm very pleased. Junior brother has received a disciple with amazing talent. I thought he would never receive a disciple who can inherit his lineage in his life. I can see in this "Back View on a Rainy Night" that you have already Junior brother should be very relieved to be a teacher."

"Well, Mr. Jane, he's gone."

Seeing Li Wanxuan was taken aback, Su Yi realized that he had made a mistake, and quickly waved his hand to make up for it, "I didn't mean that, but he left me a letter saying he was leaving, and then disappeared."

Li Wanxuan patted the head of the little girl in front of her who was a bit disappointed: "You have already learned what he wants to teach you. He chose to leave because he felt that he had nothing to teach you."

After listening to the conversation, the audience also began to discuss in low voices.

"Who is Jian Sheng? According to Mr. Li, this person is Mr. Li's younger brother and the master of guest Su Yi. As we all know, Mr. Li is a student of Mr. Zhang, so this Jian Sheng should also be a disciple of Mr. Zhang. But I have never heard of such a person in the painting and calligraphy world!"

The person who said it was okay, but the eyes of the person who listened to this analysis have turned into mosquito coils, "Wait a minute, let me stroke it!"

"Jian Sheng," Qian Yiheng was also thinking about the name, feeling vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, "Where did I hear it?"

If she really couldn't remember, she decided to go back and ask her colleagues and seniors at the Academy of Fine Arts.

Restraining herself because she thought of her junior brother's complicated emotions, Li Wanxuan went to Shen Hechen's work.

After Ding Ding looked at it for a while, she didn't speak in a hurry, but went back to Jiang Lingxi's work, turned around and came back again.

Everyone was a little confused by her actions.

"By the way, the works of Shen Hechen and Jiang Lingxi are both ink and wash landscapes. Mr. Li is trying to compare who is better at drawing between the two?"

"Obviously Jiang Lingxi is more proficient, but I feel that Mr. Li is not looking at this."

"What were you doing just now?"

"It is recommended to ask Mr. Li himself."

"If I dare, do I still need to guess here?"

Jiang Lingxi noticed Li Wanxuan's actions and guessed a possibility.

In her previous life, after she knew that the divine painter Xie Muyun was her prime minister, she simply asked him to be her calligraphy and painting teacher for a period of time, especially in the aspect of ink and landscape that this person is good at, there are some shadows of him in her works.

And Shen Hechen's calligraphy and painting were taught by Shen Yunqing.

This led to the fact that she in her previous life and Shen Hechen in this era, although separated by thousands of years, have a common teacher.

It can only be said that the fate in the world is really wonderful.

Ordinary people would never have imagined such a bizarre situation.

She guessed that Mr. Li should have noticed the faint resemblance between her and Shen Hechen's works, but she was not sure.

Li Wanxuan is really not sure. Although Jiang Lingxi and Shen Hechen copied "The Blue Waves" yesterday, but Shen Hechen copied it honestly, Jiang Lingxi made her directly suspect that she had copied the original Xie Muyun's "Blue Waves". Or even if she put a piece, she didn't see anything.

But now it is self-created, and some traces of similar feelings have emerged.

But these two people didn't seem to know each other at first, the strangeness couldn't be acted out and couldn't deceive her eyes, so... really it's just a simple similarity?

Seeing that Mr. Li in front of him has not commented on his work for a long time, Shen Hechen became a little more nervous, "Mr. Li, is there something wrong with my painting?"

It shouldn't be, my cousin praised him just now!

Although the boast is very subtle, it is also a boast!
"That's not true," Li Wanxuan said when her thoughts were interrupted, she laughed and comforted the young man with a nervous look in her eyes, "Although your brushstrokes are still a little immature, there is a spirit of energy in your painting. It's getting better and better."

Shen Hechen was immediately in high spirits, "Thank you, Mr. Li!"

Li Wanxuan didn't ask that doubt.

Anyway, as long as the painting is good, there is nothing to worry about.

Then they walked to Lu Sen's works in order.

""Listening to the Wind in the Bamboo Sea"," Li Wanxuan glanced at the confident Lu Sen, "I remember I still have a picture of your grandfather's "Taotao in the Bamboo Forest", Lu Jiazhu, you can be regarded as a successor. "

This is the end of the review. After a quick look, Lu Sen's works are the least commented, but looking at Lu Sen's effort to lift his face to the ceiling, you can tell how satisfied he is with this comment.

It's just that what Li Wanxuan said next made him hang his head again, "It's the humility of this bamboo, why didn't it affect you at all."

The audience couldn't help it: "Hahaha..."

The laughter was remarkably consistent.

Lu Sen: "..."

He can only comfort himself, Mr. Li is worthy of being the old man's student!

When she came to Lin Nuo, Li Wanxuan didn't look at the painting first, but at the person first.

"Lin Nuo? Is it the Lin Nuo who revealed that the award-winning "Under the Moonlight" was a plagiarized work in the previous National Youth Painting and Calligraphy Competition, and was finally disqualified and awarded by the competition judges?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Nuo's pupils shrank clearly under the camera.

The body of the 1.8-meter-tall man trembled visibly with the naked eye, which shows how powerful this problem is.

Arlene, who was in the corner of the studio, looked at her boyfriend who was trying to restrain her emotions on the big screen, covered her mouth tightly, and grabbed the chair beside her tightly, so as not to let herself rush forward impulsively, rushing to the stage to protect him.

There was an uproar in the audience.

Those who will come to watch this show are basically familiar with the calligraphy and painting circles, and many people present already know the origin of this Lin Nuo, but what they didn't expect was that Mr. Li, who was quick to speak, would be so in front of the camera. Such a sharp question was asked.

Think about it in your own shoes, if you were yourself, you might not be able to stand on the stage and accept the scrutiny from all directions.

"Yes." After a long silence, Lin Nuo nodded slowly, "The person you mentioned is indeed me, but I didn't copy it."

His voice was very soft at the beginning, but slowly rose again. The last word "plagiarism" was more like gritted his teeth before he said it. His dark eyes couldn't help trying to dodge from the beginning until Looking straight at the camera that was sweeping over, he paused for the last word, "Someone plagiarized my inspiration and ideas, it was that person who plagiarized my "Under the Moonlight"!"

"I've been trying to gather evidence!"

"What I hate the most in my life is plagiarism!"

Under the stage, a face that was originally full of sarcasm suddenly became stiff.