Raiders of the favorite concubine of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 233 Painting (Part [-])

"Oh, I'm all ears." Fulin said as he protested with my awkward little eyes, he reluctantly let go of his hands. His eyes were as gentle as water, and I was a little addicted to them.

"Since it's painting today, why not have a competition, how about the emperor's painting for the best painting?" I said and glanced at Zhang Yan. His judgment today must be approved by him.

"If the emperor is willing to part with you, I think it's a good proposal." Zhang Yan nodded.

"That's as you wish." Fulin readily agreed.

But what does it mean to do as I wish? I am pleading for the people, okay?I looked at Fulin and said solemnly: "Your Majesty is wrong. I am just asking for all the beautiful girls. What do you mean by fulfilling my wish? I am sacrificing my ego, fulfilling my ego, and working for the benefit of the people. It is decided that this is according to everyone's wishes, and I can't afford it alone."

"Okay, okay, what do you mean?" Fulin said and unfolded the rice paper, but he didn't hold the pen, just looked at me, and I wondered, could you see the chrysanthemum on my face, uh, I'm disgusted by my own thoughts.

Of course, Fulin is not the only one who looks at me, there is no one in the hall who does not look at me, I am the only one who dares to speak like this, and I am the only one who can be pampered and tolerated by Fulin with such nonsense, anyway, the hatred value is already full. Not bad for this, I readily accept their envy, jealousy and hatred.

I looked at Zhang Yan and said, "Master Zhang, can we start?"

Zhang Yan was also one of the people who was stunned. When I asked him, he came back to his senses. He quickly recovered his usual appearance and said calmly: "In this case, let's start painting." He lit a stick of incense, and everyone He also started his own painting, using Fulin's painting as a bet, this is no longer an ordinary competition.

I laughed inside, but on the surface it seemed like I was thinking about how to paint.If you want me to make a fool of myself, then I want everyone to have no peace. I paint with the intention of winning, and the artistic conception is already a failure.I don't know what painting is, and I don't know what artistic conception is, but Zhang Yan understands it. If anyone wins, he will be the enemy of the whole people, and those who lose will be secretly annoyed. Who cares whether my paintings are good or not? .

In case a blind cat meets a dead mouse, I win, Fulin's painting starts, let him make a mark, and I will make a lot of money today.I was really getting worse and worse, and I couldn't help feeling better.

Chrysanthemum, uh, it’s too difficult. I can’t tell whether it’s a willow tree or a chrysanthemum after I finish drawing these lines. Then, the little daisy is a life that blooms in full bloom against the sun.

As I thought about it, I immediately painted it with paint. Under a red sun, a small daisy was born facing the sun, with yellow stamens and white petals. I'm already done with it. This is a large piece of rice paper, a round red ball with no technical content, and a helpless little daisy. Young children with this technical content should be able to catch up with me.A stick of incense just lit the beginning, I looked at my painting, and the classic scene of the family of gold powder appeared in my mind. one.

Thinking about it, I picked up the brush and worked hard again. When I finished, a stick of incense had just burned to the bottom, and a piece of daisy bloomed in full bloom facing the sun from near to far. Perhaps the thoughts in my heart could be conveyed into the painting , I don't know why I think my paintings are very romantic.

"The painting is finished." Zhang Yan said, showing his painting before everyone's eyes. The realistic painting he painted is a chrysanthemum that is about to wither at the end of autumn. The surroundings have begun to wither and wither, but the center is still full of vitality. Sheng.

"Master Zhang's paintings are bleak, and I feel the desolation at the end of autumn." Many beautiful women have already commented madly.

Zhang Yan just smiled and nodded.

"What do you think?" Fulin Xu saw the disapproval in my eyes, and asked softly in my ear.

"The other flowers are in full bloom, but on the contrary, what I see is full of vitality." I said and stared at my paintings, and the same goal coincided with the same goal.

Zhang Yan patiently admired each painting, each one was a chrysanthemum in different poses, the paintings were lifelike, and there was a long-lasting smile and unstoppable praise on Zhang Yan's face.

"What did you draw?" Zhang Yan said as he picked up Dong Erongyue's painting, frowning in confusion.

"The budding chrysanthemums I painted are a little terrified of the unknown, but they bloom bravely." Dong E Rongyue's voice is gentle and fresh. Her paintings are just like what she said. After struggling, I saw the sun. I saw the blessing Lin, he couldn't help admiring her.

"Shuyi, what did you draw?" After Zhang Yan's question, all the show girls looked over one after another, and couldn't help snickering when they saw it.

"Little Daisy, you also have the word chrysanthemum, isn't it digressing?" I glanced at the smiling Xiu Nu, and I whispered to Shui Ling: "Everyone who is laughing, write it down, a gentleman will take revenge for ten years!" not late!"

"Of course." Zhang Yan looked at my painting, the look in his eyes seemed to be lit up, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The beautiful girls in front couldn't help laughing after watching it. Mine must be childish, but is it ridiculous to be ambitious?I frowned, very upset, and signaled Shui Ling fiercely with my eyes, these people are the key marks!
"After seeing Shuyi's paintings, I just realized what the highest state of painting is. A simple description can convey the artist's state of mind. This is the highest state." Zhang Yan said, wanting to tear up his paintings, but this is It is priceless, I quickly organized the words in my heart, and quickly stopped: "I don't know how to paint, and the natural strokes are simple. Although I can't understand the subtlety of Mr. Zhang's paintings, I feel that even though the chrysanthemums are about to wither, they are still flourishing." The vitality of life, put it to death and then survive, and you can see hope even in adversity, Mr. Zhang, can you give me the painting."

"It's the luck of this painting to be given to someone who understands painting." Zhang Yan said, putting his own seal and small characters on it, and gifting the painting to me.

Zhang Yan said that the beautiful women were all overshadowed, and I was just thinking about how much this painting could be worth.

He raised his head and said eagerly: "Shuyi, I don't know your paintings?" I saw Zhang Yan's thoughts, and I handed the paintings to him angrily and said, "I don't have a seal, and I can't write well, Mr. Zhang Just take it if you like."

The last one is Fulin's paintings. The chrysanthemums painted by Fulin are ordinary, but after looking at them for a long time, I feel that I have seen myself. I looked up at Fulin with some doubts, and saw me in his eyes just like this painting. General, simple and bright.

"This painting can only be owned by Shuyi. It's really great that the emperor paints well." Zhang Yan said that the others were confused, probably thinking that he was suspected of flattery.

Among all the confused eyes, I saw a pair of painful and clear eyes. There was loss and envy in her eyes. Dong Erongyue walked back to her position silently, her figure was lonely.

Fulin's eyes looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, and my heart was full of alarm bells. I quickly pulled Fulin's sleeve and said, "Your Majesty, this painting is now mine."

Fulin touched my head in full view, and said dotingly: "It was originally yours."

The episode ended, and the painting lessons continued. Fulin took me back to Qianqing Palace, leaving a room full of regrets.

(End of this chapter)