The prince's eyes made me feel nervous. Is it possible to even hit me on the head? I remembered the cold and yin look when His Majesty gave me a special explanation that day. Damn, there was no good bird between the father and son. "Jinzouyuan is dedicated to conveying messages to His Majesty, such as the climate across the country, whether there are disasters or something." This is not a fool, it is just a half-truth.

"Is that so? Haha... Brother Yi Ai, I'm afraid I don't take this seriously?" The prince's gaze was so weird that he put his hand on my wrist. The cold and greasy feeling made my scalp burst, like a glass-like bondage, and it was very uncomfortable, and I didn't know how to answer.

"Mr. Fang, I have something special today. I want to ask Mr. Fang to ask me about it. I don't know what my master wants to do?" Yuan Shenshang's voice was like the sound of nature. It was too timely. I love the Taoist Master. "Of course, the Taoist Master is asking, how can I be disrespectful? Your Highness, please forgive me for being rude." He took the opportunity to get rid of the prince's brother, beat Li Shu a few times, and said goodbye to the two royal relatives with Yuan Shenshang.

"I am fortunately rescued by the Taoist priest today, otherwise it would be difficult for me to get out of here." I was moved and bowed to the master on the back of the horse.

"Haha, what's the point of asking for nothing? Today, I think that Your Majesty is very fond of Brother Taoism." Yuan Shenshang is also good at flattering. "Where is, in the next scholar, it is easy to swear around. There are so many wise people in the world..." Chui, and praised Uncle Li's magnanimity and gentlemanship together.

I didn't go far and said goodbye to the Taoist priest. After a few days, I would definitely go to Qingyang Palace to discuss the further improvement of the Tai Chi Sutra. Only then did I get rid of Yuan Shenpu's entanglement. When I returned home, I had a report from the servant who came to lead the horse. An official named Yan came to me. Unexpectedly, the person who was engaged in art research was so crazy, and he didn't care about other people's work and rest time at all.

"I have seen the prince-in-law." Master Yan sat in the hall, holding a tea bowl, staring around with his eyes without a trace of official appearance. When he saw me coming, he quickly stood up and saluted.

"I dare not take it, please call my Lord Yan Fang Jun and call my brother. This is the mansion, not the court, so it's better to be casual. Don't hold those false gifts, please sit down." After returning the gift, he asked the master to sit down and asked the maid to serve the refreshment again.

"Haha, then Yan should not be angry. Yan thinks he should be older than Mr. Fang."

"Of course, I've only won the championship ceremony this year, and it's about 16 years old."

Master Yan looked at me blankly for a while and sighed: "Yan is really ashamed. He has been learning to paint for nearly twenty years. He thinks that the portraits of people in the world have reached the pinnacle. He never thought that when he saw Brother Fang's calligraphy and painting skills today, he realized that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky, and he is only sixteen years old, which is really several times better than Yan back then." After hearing this, I really blushed. If I don't say anything else, if I can only say that my paintings are the national masters, I am afraid that I can only be the ancients. In modern times, my paintings are not even considered to be the national masters.

He blushed a little and said to the real Yan Guoju: "Brother is really too humble. In fact, I just borrowed the realism method to perform painting skills. It is not that my younger brother has extraordinary talent. If Brother Yan can practice this method, he will definitely go to another level and will definitely become a master of the painting world in the future."—

"..." What is Master Yan doing? His lips were trembling and he stared at me blankly, his eyes very much like seeing the fat rabbit's hawk. He quickly moved his butt back, "Does Brother Yan have something to say?" Who was outside? He was dodging. When I raised my eyes, the person shrank again, and a very familiar figure.

With a swish, Master Yan stood up and raised his fingers to point at me impolitely. "Be serious? Brother Fang is willing to give this technique to Yan?!" A shocked expression and tone.

Damn, I was scared and thought something big happened. I responded weakly: "Of course."

"Mr. Yan!" Master Yan was very excited, his legs were trembling, and it seemed that there were signs of kneeling. Master? Damn, I was so scared that I quickly rushed to this guy and pulled him up: "I said, brother, what are you doing? Didn't I say I am willing to teach you this technique? Besides, I am younger than you, and I am afraid of losing my life. Let's sit for a while." After the Chinese painting master's mood stabilized, I dared to let go and show a not-so-good smile: "Brother Yan, if you are willing to practice this technique, I have only two conditions."

"Please speak with your teacher! Students must obey the order." Master Yan stood up excitedly again. Who is the person who is an art person? He is too nervous. Unlike us who are teachers, the primary condition is that we are too nervous, have thick skin, and have to be able to blow their mouths.

"First, you and I are of the same age, don't use this title again. It's really a killer. Second, please ask Brother Yan to pass on the future generations. Don't let these techniques have no successors. If someone goes to study in the future, please ask Brother Yan to teach them selflessly. Don't know what Brother Yan means?" I don't like the conservativeness of ancient Chinese people about technology. What is the reason for the loss of many things? It's because I always want to hold things in my own hands. As a result...

Master Yan stood there for a while and gritted his teeth: "How dare the students not follow the orders of their mentors?"

"Please, brother, if you really want to learn, please don't call me this title and call me Junxian, otherwise, I'll be really angry." Although we have a thick skin, we still know what shame is called.

"Then, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful. If Brother Jun is sent in the future, Yan will definitely obey your orders."

As soon as he finished talking nonsense, Master Yan couldn't wait to ask me to teach him. There was no way, the artists were very enthusiastic, so let's accompany you for a while. Looking back at the servants and maids who were standing beside him, he said, "Come on, go to the kitchen to get a big bowl, two radishes, and carbon strips and rice paper. In addition, I will give me two wooden boards, about two feet long and one and a half feet wide, hurry up..."

"What's the use of these things for brother?" Master Yan blinked, not understanding.

He showed his front teeth to the master of art who learned art to me: "Don't worry, after a while, my brother will understand."

A big bowl was placed under the love, two big white radish were shaped, and an oil lamp was on the side, which gave the white radish light and shadow. Master Yan sat on the butt on Hu's bench, holding the drawing board awkwardly, spreading rice paper on the drawing board, fixing it with small nails. He held the carbon strip in his right hand and stared at me with a eager eye.

He carefully taught this master of Chinese painting how to sketch still life, how to use the carbon bars and eyes in his hands to measure the size and length of still life, and how to deal with the darkness and light... The clumsy Master Yan's appearance can satisfy the proud heart of my young man.

We are also familiar with paintings. Soon, the appearance of radish and bowls was revealed from my pen, and Master Yan's pen only has an eccentric oval-

"Okay, use this to measure the length of the still life you need. Remember, you must be realistic. The radish is already fat enough, so you must not exaggerate it anymore. You must first make shapes, use a few strokes to outline the shape of the radish first, and then describe..."

"It turned out to be Yan..." The old man's voice turned around but didn't see anyone. It was so strange.

For more than an hour, a very rough pineapple with a carrot appeared on the sweaty Master Yan’s drawing board. "My brother, I’m really ashamed of my brother..." Master Yan looked at the real thing with a blushing face, and compared my works with his very shameful expressions and tone. In fact, it’s normal, let alone painting a carrot. Just pull a so-called Impressionist master who has never practiced sketching to try drawing an apple. It would be strange if you don’t create a mutant pig head for you.

"It doesn't matter, a thousand miles of road begins with a single step. No one can fly if he can't walk. It's true that as long as he has a deep skill, he will grind an iron rod into a needle. He must practice hard. One day, you will do it." With the teacher's face, encouraging eyes and tone, I quickly cheered up Master Yan, who was a little depressed, and said: "The words of my brother are the truth. As long as he has a deep skill, he will grind an iron rod into a needle. I will practice hard every day for my brother. Today it is too late, and Yan is not inconvenient to disturb my brother anymore. I will visit him again tomorrow..." It seems that the artist has no idea whether his face is thick or not, and he does not care whether it will disturb the other party's work and rest time. Forget it, because he loves the memorial service so much, we won't care.

However, there are some things that we have to remind this master. "Brother Yan said this. It is my blessing that we will discuss painting skills with each other. I wonder if Brother Yan can write here and sign the name and date." He picked up Yan Daguoshou's homework and looked at him eagerly.

"What's the point of this? Could it be that you want to stay?" Master Yan was very confident in his masterpiece and seemed to be unable to bear to take a look at him.
Chapter completed!