Chapter 189: Painting a Dog
Chapter 189: Drawing a Dog
To be honest, my teacher is myself. Many people hear these words, in the fog, and I don’t know what Chen Ao sells; but Zhao Ziheng was shocked.
"You...what did you say?" Zhao Ziheng stared at Chen Ao in disbelief, with a flash of Zeze in his eyes.
How is this possible? How could this sour scholar, a guy who talks nonsense, make that shocking painting?
Impossible, impossible, this liar would talk nonsense and always lie to her, so she could not trust him.
Chen Ao saw Zhao Ziheng's thoughts and said in a more intense tone: "I am the painter in the Duke Qi Mansion. I have made all the paintings given to the princess myself. If the princess doesn't believe it, I will paint them for you immediately."
Zhao Ziheng even didn't believe his ears. He said he was the painter? Isn't Chen Ji and Chen Gong? Zhao Ziheng raised her eyes and saw Chen Ao's confident and smiling face. The setting sun shone down, and her look was like she was about to eat her, which made her hate it indescribable.
Impossible, impossible! Zhao Ziheng kept talking to herself, but her eyes were a little unconfidence and a little confused. She thought, "Oh no, he used to say something bad about those paintings, but he always said how outstanding the paintings were. If he was really the painter, would he keep making fun of me? Oh, he was fooled by this evil thief. He deliberately said that the paintings were not good, and he wanted to teach me to praise him."
Thinking of this, a little blush appeared on Zhao Ziheng's pretty face, and he silently said in his heart: "I hope what he said just now is all lies. This evil thief is a devil scholar who can only write sour poems. Who cares about him? Humph, I must not teach him to laugh at me anymore."
Chen Ao laughed and said, "Princess, are we painting here or going to the mansion?" Although he said this to Zhao Ziheng, the spearhead was directed at Wang Fu.
Wang Fu's face suddenly changed, and he knew that he could not move at the moment. What he was facing now was the two major forces of the royal family and the nobles. It was fine for these nobles. As the young master, he had the support of Eunuch Liang, and at most he would just argue with them.
But the royal family is different. Although most of the royal families in Bianjing City do not care about government affairs, and do not interfere with the court, this does not mean that they are easy to bully. Whoever dares to touch their interests and dares to bully them will have to consider the consequences of this. Even Eunuch Liang cannot protect him.
Wang Fu snorted coldly and said, "You are suspected of treason, but you have received the imperial edict. Let's do this, I'll go in and watch you paint."
He was not polite at all, and winked at the officer beside him and went in with his hands behind his back.
Chen Ao smiled calmly and did not refuse. He entered the front hall one by one. Zhou Zheng taught people to pour tea, but he did not ask anyone to send it to Wang Fu. Wang Fu's face looked like he was unpopular, and he looked like he was dissatisfied.
When Chen Ao first opened the paintings sent by Zhao Ziheng, and after watching them, he was attracted by the style of painting. This orange, yellow, orange and green picture was obviously Zhao Lingrang's work. Zhao Lingrang was not famous in later generations, but his painting skills were not as good as Zhao Ji. Not only that, in terms of painting style, Zhao Lingrang's attainments were probably higher than Zhao Ji. However, Zhao Ji was the emperor and he was just a royal family. With this relationship, Zhao Ji's reputation was far greater, and the price of paintings was more than twice as high as Zhao Lingrang due to the imperial works.
The biggest feature of the orange, yellow, orange and green picture is the artistic conception. At first glance, the painting seems to be filled with a slight sweetness in the air, attracting a pair of water birds to wander freely among the shore. The quiet, hazy scenery and the faint softness in the painting make people fascinated.
Chen Ao took a breath, but no longer cared about rebellion or death eunuch. He looked at the painting with all his attention, and couldn't help but call out good words for a while. Then he went to look at the inscription under the painting, which was written with a line of poems: "You must remember the good scenery of a year, it is the time when the orange and yellow orange are green." Although there is only one text, this inscription is very appropriate with this painting.
Taking a breath, Chen Ao meditated with concentration, his eyes fell on the painting, and suddenly laughed: "I won't imitate this painting, so my students admire Mr. Rang's painting."
He took the pen and ink, spread a piece of paper, and picked up the pen, but he was still not falling. Although the people around him were full of thoughts at this moment, when he saw him seriously, he seemed to have entered a state of selflessness. Everything outside seemed to have nothing to do with him. Not only Zhou Zheng, Quartz, Zhao Ziheng, and Wang Fu were also a little curious at this moment. He wanted to see what this little student wanted to draw.
After a while, Chen Ao finally started writing. When the ink on the tip of the pen fell, Zhao Ziheng couldn't help but say, "Are you really that painter?" Zhao Ziheng was immersed in painting for a long time. Although his painting skills were far from reaching the level of a master, his eyesight was excellent. Just looking at Chen Ao's pen, the layout was so wide that it was chosen to choose the most difficult painting method. If this layout was well drawn, it would be a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation. However, once the brushwork was not good, the whole painting would inevitably be greatly reduced. Chen Ao started writing from here, unless he was overestimating his own abilities, otherwise, the only possibility was that his painting skills had reached the level of a master.
After writing, Chen Ao quickly made the background. These few light sketches were outlined, and in an instant, the outline of a small courtyard was revealed to everyone's eyes.
Wei Jungong Quartz knows painting. He just looked at these few strokes and forgot what he had just done. He couldn't help but stroke his beard and head, and said, "This style of painting is rare, but this way of writing is not only free and easy, but also delicate, rare and precious..."
Zhao Ziheng's eyes seemed to be about to penetrate the drawing paper, and she was even more intoxicated without blinking.
She has never seen such a painting style. The background can be seen with Chen Ao's skills, and she can't help but applaud.
Wang Fu sneered in his heart. He thought that this little student would delay time by painting. As long as he delayed this night, he would most likely have a long night and dreams tomorrow. However, looking at Chen Ao now, he has a bit of a one-time look. This is great. It is best to finish the painting within three or two hours. As long as Eunuch Liang comes, he will take him away immediately.
Wang Fu was thinking, but he was reluctant to hear Chen Ao say, "Don't move, Lord Wang."
When the cry came, Wang Fu came back to his senses, his face suffocated, but saw Chen Ao picking up his pen while looking up and down, and he was amazed, saying, "Mr. Wang is so generous, and he is refreshing. This painting must be presented to the official family for the imperial view. As the young master, Lord Wang cannot ruin the official family's elegance, and don't move, let the students draw you into the painting. Ha, in this way, the official family will be amazed when they see Lord. Wang in the painting."
Wang Fu was furious and said, "What are you painting?"
"Huh?" Chen Ao put down his pen and said, "What is this true of Lord Wang? This is the painting that the official asked. As a minister, you should do your duty to assist students in painting. If you say this, then the students will not be able to continue to paint this painting. Forget it, forget it, forget it, don't paint it. This young master Jiang Lang has no inspiration, and Lord Wang does not cooperate."
Shaking his head, he said freely: "Let's go to the Ministry of Justice."
When Zhao Ziheng saw that the painting was halfway through, she was unable to stop, so she immediately said to Wang Fu: "Mr. Wang, what Chen Ao said is nothing wrong. The official family should be able to paint. You should cooperate to be loyal to it. If you delay painting, can you afford to be guilty? Humph, you usually say that you are loyal to the official family. Why is the matter coming to an end, but you have a different face. No, this painting must be continued. Lord Wang, you are not allowed to move."
Wang Fu was really unable to be fooled by this princess. As the saying goes, one thing is to surrender another thing. Chen Ao can only eat this princess, but the princess is to eat this princess. This princess is also a person with extremely sharp words. He can't do anything without the imperial edict and the official family. What else can he say when wearing such a big hat?
Wang Fu snorted coldly in anger. Although he had not expressed his opinion, he really stopped moving.
Chen Ao smiled and then picked up his pen to paint. While painting, he looked at Wang Fu. His eyes were so malicious. Wang Fu was angry and anxious, but he couldn't speak for a moment. He was already very hated Chen Ao, and kept sneering in his heart: "Hmph, see how long can you be arrogant? After finishing the painting, I will teach you a lesson in person."
Zhao Ziheng looked at Chen Ao's painting, but she was already giggling. This smile even Zhou Zheng and Shi Ying who were beside her couldn't help but smile.
Wang Fu didn't know what Chen Ao was painting, so he stretched out his eyes to see, but he was quite far from the case and couldn't see it in detail.
This painting lasted for a full hour. Chen Ao went to see Wang Fu, thought, or picked up the pen, and repeated it over and over again. Finally, he let out a sigh, put the pen down, and said, "The great work is done."
Wang Fu walked over and saw that his face had turned into pig liver. Before the background of the courtyard, it was not his Wang Fu, but a vicious evil dog that seemed to be about to pounce on him. The evil dog had a rope tied around his neck, but seemed to be about to break free again, his eyes were showing fierce light, as if he was about to pounce on him at the next moment.
"You...you..." Wang Fu understood. Chen Ao turned out to be likened to a dog. He was sincerely trying to embarrass himself. Wang Fu had never suffered such humiliation. He was speechless. His fingers were cold and said in anger: "Okay, okay..." Ha... He suddenly burst into laughter and grinned his teeth and sneered: "Now should you follow me?"
Seeing him like this, Zhao Ziheng went to look at the painting again and clapped his hands and laughed. This usually high-sounding Lord Wang became a watchdog under Chen Ao's pen. It was so interesting.
Chapter completed!