Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea, then gently rubbed his head, squinted his eyes and rested for a while before picking up the last memorial. This memorial was submitted by Song Lian. The memorial mentioned the matter of the imperial examination. After review by the three examiners, 120 scholars including Wu Bozong, Guo Chong, Wu Gongda, Yang Zili, Zhao Youneng, Qiu Jing, Ding Fu were finally admitted to participate in the palace examination. Zhu Yuanzhang asked to set the date of the palace examination.

At the end of the memorial, Song Lian seemed to be afraid that he would not understand the process of the palace examination, so he wrote down what the emperor should do in the palace examination. After Zhu Yuanzhang looked carefully, remembered the process and prepared to let the Ministry of Rites set a date tomorrow. At this point, he put down the red pen in his hand, got up and walked down the dragon case, leaned down on a bench of Xiangfei. As soon as he pulled out a book of "Han Shu" from the bookshelf, he heard a eunuch arching in and whispered: "Your Majesty, is Master Li coming?"

"Oh, please invite him in!" When Zhu Yuanzhang heard that the painter was coming, he hurriedly sat up, put the "Han Shu" in his hand, and walked onto the dragon throne.

Soon, a young man with beautiful eyebrows and eyes walked in carefully with the eunuch. When he saw Zhu Yuanzhang, he didn't dare to look up. He remembered the etiquette given to him just now, and turned his head to bow: "My minister Li Huifang has seen my emperor, I wish my emperor a long life!"

Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and swept Li Huifang's face, and did not rush to call him up. Since ascending the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang has been thinking about letting a painter paint his appearance so that his descendants can admire him. A few days ago, the Ministry of Rites found two painters to take pictures of him. The first one was painted for a whole day, and he was very dissatisfied with the painting. The second one had the best sketching skills and the most similar paintings. He thought Zhu Yuanzhang would be satisfied, but he did not expect to present it to him. When Zhu Yuanzhang saw that he was not as good as the first painter, he was so angry that he killed this man who deceived the world and thieves. Some painters in the palace heard that the emperor killed two painters in a row, and no one dared to volunteer to paint the emperor. It was not a portrait, it was a search for death.

Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while. He wore black gauze and folded a scarf, wore a plate collar, narrow sleeves, embroidered dragon robe, and sat upright on the dragon chaise, very majestic. Looking at people like this, ordinary painters were already trembling, and the painter in front of him looked natural, kneeling on the ground and bowing his body, respectfully, without any timidity. Zhu Yuanzhang nodded secretly and asked, "What kind of painting have you learned?"

Li Huifang swallowed a mouthful of foam inwardly. He never dared to look at Zhu Yuanzhang. The emperor's majesty seemed to be a mountain pressing him, which made him unable to kick him. He heard Zhu Yuanzhang speak, and he was obviously relieved and said, "Report to the emperor, the grass and people are good at landscapes, people, flowers and birds. His landscapes were learned from Wu Daozi in his early years, and later learned from Li Tang and Liu Songnian. He changed them. The mountains and hills in the painting were repeated, and they were made of small axes and cut textures. They were majestic and steep, with fine brushwork, sparse layout, and elegant and handsome style."

"Oh..." Zhu Yuanzhang said oh, stared at him and said, "How could he be more than a person?"

Li Huifang said: "The grass-roots people often paint ladies and historical stories. They learn from the traditions of the Tang Dynasty. They have fine lines, bright and elegant colors, beautiful figures, and accurate shapes. They are also good at freehand characters, with concise and interesting strokes. They are good at freehand paintings of ink and wash, free and casual, and elegant in style."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then you can start?"

Li Huifang responded and began to feel nervous. He had heard of Zhu Yuanzhang's killing of two painters for a long time. This had nothing to do with him. Unexpectedly, a few days ago, he traveled to the Qinhuai River at night. He was interested in it and actually drew a few paintings. This was not counting. He just painted a picture of "Flower Camp Brocade Formation" in red, yellow, blue, green, and black. Each picture was accompanied by a running script. The picture of "Flower Camp Brocade Formation" was vivid and simple, and it was extremely erotic. It was just for one's own appreciation. Later, he couldn't live for a living and sold it to him.

Somehow, these pictures of the erotic palace fell into the hands of a high-ranking official. Just a few days ago, he was found on the banks of the Qinhuai River. He said that he used the "Three White Method" to dye the face of the ladies and painted the thick and colorful mattes of the ladies. The clothes were painted with fine and smooth iron wire, and the clothes were decorated with bright colors, making them look gorgeous. The palace prostitutes were portrayed in vivid detail, and the mood of fighting against green and red was portrayed vividly. It was a first-class erotic palace picture. He had to spend a lot of money to draw a picture for a person. After the painting was finished, he would like to thank the daughter.

He was secretly happy when he heard this, and his family was dilapidated. When he heard that such a good thing was happening, he would not agree, so he naturally agreed. But the high-ranking official told him to paint a portrait of the current emperor, and he regretted it at that time. This was not a portrait, it was clearly a life-saving trip.

But the high-ranking official would not let him go. Besides, he also collected other people's money. If he didn't draw this image, it would be a death. Since it was all dead, it would be a sword to stretch out his head, and a sword to shrink his head. Just draw it. What's wrong with the emperor? It's not just two eyes, one nose, and one mouth, but Nezha with three heads and six arms.

He agreed to enter the palace to paint the portrait after he had this thought, but he said it nicely. When he heard the murdered painter a few days ago, how could he not be afraid? Just when he was in panic all day long, the butler of the high-ranking official said, his master wanted to see him?"

He followed the butler to a large mansion. He had never seen it before. It was built with a magnificent and grand style. The butler took him to a study room. There was a middle-aged man sitting in the study room. The man was sticking to his long beard and smilingly flipping through the erotic palace he had drawn a few days ago. Then he nodded and said, "Drawing a silk skirt can end it, it is called a waist. The willow eyebrows and peach face are beyond spring, and the charming feet are so charming. Unfortunately, he has fallen into the dust! It is a good painting!" The middle-aged man applauded while looking at it, but when he saw it, he cheered endlessly.

"You are Li Huifang, aren't you?" the middle-aged man asked him.

He hurriedly bowed his body and said, "What is Caomin?"

The middle-aged man nodded and suddenly asked, "Do you want to die or want to live?"

After suddenly saying this, he was so scared that he thought that his erotic paintings were too erotic, which caused the high official to be dissatisfied and wanted to kill him. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Get up, I won't kill you! I just want you to paint a painting for the current emperor in two days?"

This was even more scary than the previous words. He kowtowed again, but the middle-aged man didn't realize it. He looked at him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as you draw everything as I said, you can keep you rich and prosperous throughout your life.

Although he was skeptical, he did not dare to say it. Moreover, when he saw the high-ranking official in front of him, he nodded and said, "When I say that, there are many pictures of the people, but I have never painted the emperor. I don't know how to write. Please give me some advice?"
Chapter completed!