Almighty Principal System

Chapter 266

"Hold the grass! How did I see you?" After the picnic broke up, Lao Qiao didn't have a chat with Nie Caiwei to find a place with good geomantic omen, but sent her home and went back to the dormitory by himself.

"Are you a man? Are you a man from the Northeast? What about the trilogy of confession, overthrow, and returning to your natal family? Do you dare to hang on? You are also a rich second generation worth tens of millions, right? Those bastards in the first line are rich, but you are also ranked in the whole Long Province! My god, my god." Hao Yun said with a sad face.

When it's time to make a move, make a move, and if the girl catches up with you, don't you push him down?Waste of resources is shameful!What age is this?After you love me, hey, hey, it's normal!Did Lao Qiao live in the period when our party was just founded?

Qiao Houfan didn't have any temper when he was scolded by Hao Yun. Today he can confess his confession smoothly because of Hao Yun. Without Hao Yun's escort, he might not be able to muster the courage in his life.

"Forget it. Things have already happened. It's useless to talk about anything else. Have you figured out how to get in?" Hao Yun patted Old Qiao on the shoulder and asked like a big brother.

Old Qiao is six years older than Hao Yun, but at this moment, Old Qiao is being taken care of by Hao Yun like a younger brother. There is no way, Old Qiao is pure and terrifying in terms of emotions. When facing the person he likes, his IQ directly drops to below the level line.

"Xiaowei will take me home tomorrow." Qiao Houfan hesitated.

"I guessed it! Today you did everything except sex, and you didn't pay attention to the influence when you kissed? There are so many onlookers!" Hao Yun said depressingly.

Old Qiao blushed slightly: "Be careful next time. Be careful next time."

"Are you ready?" Hao Yun asked.

"Preparing for what?" Old Joe asked in confusion.

"A gift! Are you going to visit someone's house tomorrow empty-handed? Or carry two catties of apples, three catties of oranges and half a bunch of bananas? If I were Mr. Nie, I would sweep you out with a broom!" .

"Hey! What a headache! As a teacher, I mainly want to escape these messy interpersonal relationships...brother! Help me!" Qiao Houfan said earnestly.

"You owe Qin Jiamu the number three!" Hao Yun readily dumped the blame on Qiao Houfan: "I got the information from Qin Jiamu!"

"Young Master Qin? Do you know him?" Qiao Houfan asked in surprise.

"I didn't know each other before, but today he had the cheek to make friends with me. I think that guy is nice, so I just made friends. In order to help you find out what Mr. Nie likes, I paid the pain of asking him number three once." The price. I think you have to reimburse me for this investment." Hao Yunyi said sternly.

"Reimbursement! I'll invite you to go twice more!" Qiao Houfan said generously.

"I just like open-minded people like you!" Hao Yun patted Old Qiao on the shoulder and said in satisfaction, "Mr. Nie likes calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, and his favorite is Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival."

"." Qiao Houfan looked at Hao Yun in bewilderment and said, "Are you kidding me? The original Qingming Riverside Picture is in the Palace Museum. Even if I am a superman and can steal it, it would be wrong for me to send it out blatantly, right?"

"I appreciate your sense of humor. Even if you are a superman, if you go to the Forbidden City to steal things, you will be shot into a sieve. There are at least two squadrons of armed police stationed in the Palace Museum." Hao Yunbi gestured and said: "Authentic No, we can make fakes!"

"Fake? Wouldn't it be a slap in the face to send it out?" Old Qiao repeatedly denied it.

Hao Yun pretended to be deep and said: "We have to come up with fakes that people can't pick out the faults-do you understand the fakes? As long as the artistic level reaches the fake ones, there will be great value."

"But where do we get fakes that are fake? Do we go to a printing factory to buy printed matter?" Old Joe asked anxiously.

Hao Yun pointed to his nose and said, "Do you believe me? Can I draw you?"

"Don't make trouble! Are you a Chinese teacher who can draw?" Qiao Houfan said distrustfully.

"I'm the one who teaches Chinese and can cook! You eat less of the food I cook!" Hao Yun retorted dissatisfied.

"It makes sense that you can really draw? Don't beat me up. It will be a lot of fun if I get kicked out by the Nie family tomorrow." Qiao Houfan said seriously.

"Trust me! That's right!" Hao Yun said confidently.

"Okay! I believe you!" Qiao Houfan decided to trust Hao Yun again. Anyway, this marriage was brought back with the help of Hao Yun. He felt that Hao Yun was an angel sent by heaven to help him.

"Well, it's time for us to buy paper, brushes and paints! A scroll is more than five meters long!" Hao Yundan said in pain.

"Shall we go buy a canvas? The Qingming Riverside Picture seems to be a silk book!" Qiao Houfan said professionally.

"Hey? You know this!" Hao Yun asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm also a history teacher anyway, please respect my profession, okay?" Qiao Houfan said helplessly, although his IQ has declined in love, don't take him for a fool!

"That's right, it's agreed, you pay for the brushes, canvases, and paints! Let me tell you, those paints in ancient China are all natural, you have to go to a Chinese medicine shop to buy them!" Hao Yun said quietly.

"Then what are the ink stains? Hurry up before it's dark!" Qiao Houfan grabbed Hao Yun and ran outside. Hao Yun didn't expect this guy to be so powerful!

To be on the safe side, Hao Yun bought ten meters of silk cloth. The "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" collected by the imperial capital is only more than five meters long. In fact, this is not the complete version. The complete version should be about nine meters long. The existing version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" It was Zhang Zeduan who painted along the river from Dayedi to Kaifeng City. In fact, the remaining part was cut down and sold as other paintings.

Hao Yun happened to have memories of the missing part of the painting in his mind, so he was going to reproduce the complete Qingming Riverside Picture to the world.Let a magnificent Northern Song Dynasty reappear in Huaxia!
In order to paint, Lao Qiao directly used his privilege as the director's son to open the door of the art classroom. Such a long scroll must be completed in one go on a flat place, and even a little burnout may lead to the failure of the entire painting.

Hao Yun carefully adjusted the paints he bought. The colors of Huaxia's brushes and inks are very thick, with more dark colors, and the lush greenery of Qingming Shanghe Picture is also slightly dim.

Old Qiao nervously watched Hao Yun, who was wrapped in an apron, jumping up and down and moving his pen like flying. Obviously, Zhang Zeduan did not have Hao Yun's superb lightness skills, and he did not have Hao Yun's elegance and ease when painting.

Because he did not create by himself, Hao Yun's writing was accurate and steady, and he outlined a task with a few strokes. There are pedestrians, river boats, chariots, horses, and livestock in the painting. Hao Yun can always outline it vividly.These painting skills are not difficult for the master Hao Yun. Zhang Zeduan's Qingming Riverside Picture is the pinnacle of Chinese painting skills, and Hao Yun also stands on his own pinnacle.

"It's done! Call it a day!" Hao Yun spent seven hours on this painting. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when he entered the art classroom, and it was already midnight when he returned to the dormitory.

Looking at the exquisite works that seem to have traveled through time and space to the modern age, Qiao Houfan felt like a Spartan: "Old Hao, is there something more in this painting?"

"No! There is something missing in the existing version! Believe me, with this, Mr. Nie will never drive you back tomorrow." Hao Yun said confidently.

"Your gift, ten thousand lives are safe!" Qiao Houfan said gratefully.

"Yawn. I'm going to sleep, you can do it yourself!" Hao Yun rubbed his eyes, pulled on his slippers and went back to the bedroom to prepare for sleep. This thing is too exhausting. It took a long time for Zhang to draw a masterpiece. It was copied by Hao Yun in seven hours, and it is no wonder that he is not tired. Every stroke in it requires Hao Yun to expend a lot of effort to draw it perfectly.

(End of this chapter)