Chapter 358: Rogues are more cruel than the other

The spinning railing behind the pearl curtain stumbled for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "How can the little girl refuse to say this by the master?" After that, Yingying stood up, the maid next to her lifted the pearl curtain, and a fascinating face appeared in front of everyone.

The green hair plate, jade flour cheeks, almond eyes and nose, and cherry mouths. Although it is a plain dress, its brilliance appears and shines. It is like a weak willow to support the wind while walking, and the beautiful eyes are full of beauty while looking at it.

She bit her lower lip slightly, showing a bit of playfulness, but more of a kind of dignity that cannot be violated. Her eyes as bright as water glanced at the people in the building, walked to the monk indifferently, kept a distance from him by three steps, and said softly: "Please let the master let the little girl watch the painting."

The monk laughed and swept the painting open. In an instant, everyone was shocked. The painting was a woman. The woman stepped on the attic and pushed the window to see the street scene. A trace of expectation flashed in the woman's eyes, like a bird in a cage, leaning against the window, smiling at the corner of her mouth.

The most amazing thing is that the woman in the painting, Yilaner, is exactly the same, as if she was flying into the painting. The monk claimed that he had never seen Yilaner, but why the woman in the painting resembles so much to Yilaner, it makes people think deeply.

The monk laughed and said, "Miss Lan'er, my name is Dakong. As early as in Tokyo, I heard my friend tell the lady's appearance, so based on my imagination, I wrote this painting for Miss Lan'er. I wonder if the lady is satisfied?" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes looked at Xuan Lan'er with hot eyes, wishing he could swallow her into his stomach.

Xuan Lan'er bit his lip and chuckled, "Lan'er likes the master's paintings very much."

Dakong seemed even more proud and said, "I heard that anyone who wants Miss Lan'er likes her can become a guest of the lady's entrance. I don't know whether this is true or not."

Dakong's words immediately attracted a lot of abuse, and they said, "What a crazy monk. You are a monk, but you still dare to make rash things here. Want to be a guest of the siege, you deserve it?"

Xuan Lan'er smiled and didn't answer, but seemed to be out of the matter, just looking at others with a smile and shouting.

Shen Ao witnessed the stunning face of Xuan Lan'er, and his mind couldn't help but sway. But then, he smiled again. It was nothing wrong for Xuan Lan'er's stunning beauty to beside Zhen Zhen, but this does not mean that Shen Ao would bow to her pomegranate skirt. She has seen many beauties. Shen Ao has become aesthetically exhausted. All the four wives in the family are gods. It is really challenging for him to have something strange to a strange woman.

Dakong's words just now made Shen Ao raise his spirit, thinking to himself, it's interesting to meet a monk, and see how Xuanlaner ended. But then, Shen Ao found that Xuanlaner didn't say a word, but just smiled at him without any concern, which made the people in the room scold Dakong. What's more, some people rolled up their sleeves and looked like they were about to throw Dakong out of Qinglefang.

Shen Ao looked at Xuan Lan'er's eyes, which were dark and clear, but the expression contained was a smile. Shen Ao felt a stern and thought: "This Xuan Lan'er is not simple. She used this skill to perfectly use it."

Dakong laughed and said fearlessly: "Hmph, what are you yelling about? If you have the ability, draw a picture to open your eyes to Miss Lan'er and Sa's family."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few scholars immediately stepped forward to compete with him. Only Shunlan'er still smiled and did not encourage or refuse, as if he admired the scene of many people fighting for her.

Several scholars raised their sleeves and asked people to go up to the four treasures of the study room, and they started painting one by one. Some were done in one go, while others were stumbled and raised their pens. I don’t know how many times they finally finished drawing them all. The monk went to see the painting one by one and pointed at this and said, “Haha, are you painting Miss Lan’er? Humph, a jade man like Miss Lan’er has been painted as a jasper in the little family…”

"Tsk tsk, this is also called a lady's picture. Brother, I can't even master the layout and use a pen, so I dare to show off my skills..."

These scholars are based on righteous indignation and are full of hope to gain the favor of Xuan Lan'er. Their blood is coming up, and they want to compete with the monk one by one. Now that the painting is finished, I feel ashamed when the monk gives a tip. I secretly look at Xuan Lan'er, but Xuan Lan'er dropped her beautiful eyes to Ranran Hongzhu in the distance, and disdainful of them.

I was going to focus on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch! It is probably the mood of these scholars now.

Several scholars were full of shame and said goodbye with their tails hanging down and left.

Seeing this, Dakong became more and more proud and smiled at Xuan Lan'er, "Miss Lan'er, let's not care about these ordinary people, why would you rather ask the family to go to the boudoir to have a candle and chat with you?"

Xuan Lan'er frowned and said, "The master's painting skills are so admired by the little girl. But what are you saying? Can't you say it here?"

Dakong said angrily: "I came from Tokyo this time to talk to Lan'er on the candle at night, and the rest of the house didn't care about other things!" He pinched the big fist of the casserole, which scared everyone.

In an instant, tears flashed in Xuan Lan'er's eyes, twitched slightly, and her shoulders shook. She took a pitifully back and said, "The master is really capable of forcing others."

She looked so lonely and helpless, but no man could help but want to hold her in his arms to comfort her. Yelu Ding frowned and was about to stand up, but someone laughed and said, "You dare to speak wildly when a monk makes such a painting? Humph, I, Yelu Heng, want to ask for advice." The speaker came out. The man was wearing a fur coat, with a scumbag, and was bald. He pinched his beard and his beard directly, and he didn't look at the monk with his eyes, saying to the man: "Come on the pen and ink."

Yelu Heng concentrated his mind and dipped his pen ink, and then began to write. His painting technique was quite a bit like Central Asian style. Although he used a brush, he was extremely delicate after writing. While looking at the spinning railing, he sometimes described her graceful figure. The layout of the whole painting was very meticulous, like layered roof tiles, sparkling and orderly, with clear coloring of people, scenery, and even more amazing is that from beginning to end, his left hand was on the back, and he just painted with one hand.

According to common sense, painting books is one-handed, but it is not easy for those who know how to learn it, because painting books is a relatively hard task. When painting with one hand, people will easily lose balance, and the effect of painting will inevitably be greatly reduced. However, Yelu Heng did not extend his other hand from beginning to end, which shows that he deliberately demonstrated to the monk who was so drunk.

After half an hour, Yelu Heng let out a sigh and put the pen down. Everyone stretched out their necks to read, and they immediately praised them.

Yelu Heng's paintings are more reasonable and more delicate than the layout of the large air. The beauty leans against the windowsill, and the scenery in front of the windowsill echoes the beauty. The whole painting seems to be vivid, and the contrast between the scenery and the characters is very vivid. On one side is the beauty who is longing for, and on the other side is a colorful and colorful world. The beauty's eyes stretched into the distance, as if it had crossed countless jade buildings and trees, extending to the end of her sight.

This painting is more infectious, and inside and outside the painting, there is a sadness of a forced smile.

Yelu Heng raised his chin slightly to Dakong and said proudly: "Stinky monk, what else do you have to say?"

Dakong looked at his paintings and knew that he had met a master. He was speechless for a moment, and stomped his feet and snorted coldly: "Sa family skills are not as good as humans. Boy, you are considered to be powerful." After that, he turned around and left.

Yelu Heng sneered at the monk's back: "It's just like Han Dog."

This sentence of Han Dog changed the joy that had originally driven away Dakong into more anger. A scholar said, "Brother, what is this? When Emperor Taizong was there, he said that the Khitan and the Han people were both pillars of the Liao Kingdom, and neither was missing. Taizong not only said it, but also ordered the establishment of the Haner Division to promote Han officials, establish the North and South Courts, and give preferential treatment to scholars..."

This man kept quoting scriptures and saying that when Emperor Taizong of Liao was full of fascination, Yelu Heng had no time to talk to him, and interrupted with a sneer: "Han'er is Han'er, don't forget that it is our Khitans who rule you, and what does it have to do with you?"

The scholar's face turned pale and said, "Even so, what you are talking about now is not Chinese. Aren't the paintings just now also Han paintings? The pens, ink, paper and inkstone that brother used just now are all from us Han people, but why do we look down on Han people so much?"

Yelu Heng said arrogantly: "Although I use the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of the Han people, who among the people here has better paintings than me? The country has its descendants, and now it is the world of my Khitans. If anyone is not convinced, you can compare with me."

Having said this, the scholars were not able to get involved with him anymore, and the others also showed shame. They knew that Yelu Heng's paintings were absolutely unmatched.

Seeing that no one dared to speak, Yelu Heng turned to Xuan Lan'er with a smile and said, "Miss Lan'er, although you are a Han Chinese, you are ten times better than those Han dogs. Although Han men are useless, women are highly respected."

He pretended to be careless and bullied himself, with an arrogant smile hanging on his face.

Just as he was about to lift Yan Lan'er's chin and Yan Lan'er was trying to hide, a violent cough came from behind Yelu Heng's head.

Yelu Heng looked back with anger and saw a Han scholar who was coughing desperately. What he couldn't tolerate the most was that the scholar had finished coughing and actually showed a contemptuous sneer at him. Yelu Heng shouted, "It's another Han dog."

Shen Ao straightened his waist and said slowly: "Which Khitan dog is barking in front of me."

Shen Ao's words made many people worry about him. It is common for Khitans to scold Han people, but it is rare for Han people to scold Khitans, let alone the word Khitan added to the word "God". Isn't this scolding him from the Khitan emperor to the Khitan nobles?

Yelu Ding, who was standing beside Shen Ao, was stunned, and then a hint of displeasure flashed. He moved his mouth, and finally decided to watch with his hands behind his back.

Xuan Lan'er glanced at Chen Ao and exclaimed. He was obviously interested in Chen Ao's boldness, but this interest did not last long. His clear eyes were slightly suffocated, and then he returned to his original state, still smiling.

Yelu Heng was furious and said, "You are so brave. Do you know who I am? What is this place?"

Chen Ao sat on the table and chairs, slowly drank the tea on the table, and said calmly: "Who you are has nothing to do with me? Could it be that you were lost on the street? I want to ask who your master is? Why did you let you out and bite people?"

Yelu Heng laughed in anger and said, "I don't know if I live or die, it depends on when you are so slick."

Chen Ao said in opposition: "Smooth talk is my specialty. Could it be that you, the Khitan, don't you know? But, haha, your Khitans are about to be destroyed, but they are still very stubborn until now." He stretched and then said: "I will not be with you, say goodbye." After that, he stood up and left. For him, there were countless such Khitans. They were trembling in front of the Jin people, but they had a different face to the Han people under his rule. He was really not interested in talking to these people.

Yelu Heng laughed: "It's not that easy to leave! Do you dare to compete with me, a man?"

Chen Ao asked languidly: "I don't know what to compare?"

Yelu Heng held his hands behind his back and said arrogantly: "It's nothing wrong with the invented piano, chess, calligraphy and painting of the Han people, but I think that when it comes to calligraphy and painting, the Han people are not better than the Khitan people."

Chen Ao smiled: "You want to compare calligraphy and painting?"

Yelu Heng smiled grimly and said, "Why, don't you dare?"

Chen Ao sighed and said disdainfully: "Forget it, bullying you is not a good person, I am not interested in winning."

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Chapter completed!