The happy life of a prodigal

Zhao Yan raised her eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, and said calmly.

Fang Xiu was even more helpless when he heard this.

Attending her birthday banquet this time, I was already in a hurry, and I didn't think about preparing any more gifts. After searching all over my body, there was only this jade pendant that looked like Peppa Pig.

Could it be, what other plans does this princess have for herself?

Fang Xiu glanced at Zhao Yan suspiciously, took a step back subconsciously, and asked, "Then what gift do you want?"

When Zhao Yan heard this, she lowered her head with a pensive look on her face.

After a while, she looked up at Fang Xiu, with a smile on her pretty face, and said, "I want you to make a painting for me."

Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback, looked at the so-called 'Master Wu' who was painting for Xiu'er not far away, and was speechless.

The most famous painter in the Chu Kingdom is here right now, so why should he paint by himself?

I just wanted to refuse, but then I thought about it, it doesn't cost much money or time to make a painting.

Since she wanted to paint, just draw her one herself, so as not to make her unhappy, and the money she saved in Chunfenglou might be hopeless by then.

"Okay, what painting do you want?"

Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Yan and asked.

Zhao Yan thought for a while and asked, "Did you draw the painting on the kite before?"

Fang Xiu nodded without denying it.

After all, in the entire Fangfu, he is the only one who has the energy and time to paint, and there is no need to hide this point.

Zhao Yan got an affirmative answer, smiled and said, "Then I want you to draw a portrait of me, preferably like the one on the kite."

Fang Xiu thought for a while, nodded and said: "No problem, pen, ink, paper and inkstone..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard Zhao Yan take over the words and said, "The pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all here, I'll get them for you."

After finishing speaking, he ran quickly and brought some pens, inks, papers and inkstones from Master Wu.

Master Wu was concentrating on painting for Xiu'er. When he saw Her Royal Highness coming over, he was about to get up and say something when he saw that he was being ignored by Her Highness.

Her Royal Highness picked out some brushes, inkstones and inkstones that she didn't use, and then took away a piece of rice paper, and then put it on another stone table.

At the same time, he picked a stone bench and sat down.

Master Wu was confused by Zhao Yan's series of actions. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Fang Xiu walking over. He swallowed back what he wanted to ask.

However, what he never expected was that after Fang Xiu came over, he didn't pay attention to himself or look at his paintings, but picked up the paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and looked at Her Highness the Princess.

Seeing this scene, although the expression on Master Wu's face did not change in any way, he was indeed very disdainful about it in his heart.

Painting, like calligraphy, requires a lot of time and a lot of energy. Only by practicing day after day can we achieve a small success.

For example, he began to view paintings at the age of three, and started painting at the age of seven. It was not until he was in his 20s that he made some small achievements. The paintings he painted could be sold for some copper coins in his county.

At the age of 30, he gained some fame in the state capital, and his works attracted the favor of some gentry.

In his 40s, he finally gained a certain reputation and status in the painter circle of Chu State, and finally attracted His Majesty's attention, and was recruited into the palace by His Majesty as the royal painter in the palace.

It has not been until today that it has achieved such achievements and status.

Although he doesn't know Fang Xiu very well, he also knows that with his personality, it is absolutely impossible to concentrate on practicing painting.

Therefore, seeing him in front of him, wanting to paint for Her Royal Highness, was like Lu Ban seeing a man with an axe in his class, and felt ridiculous for a while.

Even so, he didn't dare to show it, he just sneered from the bottom of his heart, and then refocused his attention on the painting.

He looked at Xiu'er who was sitting on the stone bench not far away.

Beside him, Fang Xiu didn't notice Master Wu's slightly abnormal behavior.

At this moment, all his attention was on Zhao Yan.

It's not that he didn't draw portraits for others before, but they were all Q-version head portraits drawn with pencils, and he really didn't try to draw portraits with brushes.

Holding the brush in his hand, he stood where he was, and after an unknown period of time, he still did not write.

After a while, Zhao Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Are you alright?"

With an embarrassed expression on Fang Xiu's face, he replied, "I've never painted portraits before..."

When Zhao Yan heard this, she suddenly felt a little speechless. She raised her eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, and asked in a doubtful tone: "Didn't you draw the painting on the kite before?"

Fang Xiu showed a helpless expression on his face, and replied, "That's not really a portrait painting."

Zhao Yan heard this and thought about it, but there was nothing wrong with it.

There are only a few strokes on the kite, and the emphasis is on the artistic conception, which is completely different from the portrait painting. It is reasonable for Fang Xiu not to know how to put his strokes on.

Thinking of this, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but before she could speak, she heard Fang Xiu in front of her ask, "Do you have any charcoal pencils here?"

When Zhao Yan heard the word 'charcoal pen', she had a puzzled expression on her face and asked, "What... is called charcoal pen?"

Chapter 266 Sketch

Fang Xiu thought for a while and asked, "Where is the imperial dining room? Go there and find a piece of charcoal, it's a charcoal pencil..."

Charcoal...can also be used as a pen?

Zhao Yan had a suspicious look on her face.

After so many years, it was the first time she heard of someone using charcoal as a pen.

However, since Fang Xiu said so, she still chose to believe him once.

After all, he didn't let himself down in the previous few times.

"Wait a minute, I'll send someone to get the charcoal now."

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, she got up and gave some instructions to the maid outside.

After a while, a pretty maid came in holding a piece of charcoal.

Fang Xiu took the charcoal, stroked the front of the brick a few times, then looked at Zhao Yan, and said, "Okay, sit back."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan became even more skeptical about whether he could use charcoal as a brush to draw a portrait.

But still didn't say anything, just sat down obediently, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, looking at Fang Xiu without blinking, looking very cute.

It was the first time Fang Xiu saw Zhao Yan like this, he smiled and began to draw on the rice paper with a charcoal pen.

After about a stick of incense, Fang Xiu threw the charcoal pencil aside casually, with a smile on his face, and said, "OK!"

Oh gram?

Although knowing that Fang Xiu always likes to come up with some strange words, Zhao Yan still feels a little strange.

Of course, Zhao Yan was already a little used to him, so she didn't ask any more questions. She stood up, walked to Fang Xiu's side, and said impatiently, "Show me."

Walking in front of the stone table, Zhao Yan looked at the rice paper on the stone table, and was stunned when she saw the portrait.

This portrait was nothing like any she had seen before.

The portraits drawn with brushes are said to focus on realism, but compared with ordinary ink paintings, they are completely different from Fang Xiu's portraits drawn with charcoal.

Although the painting was drawn with charcoal, it looked extremely real, almost indistinguishable from the self she saw in the bronze mirror.

It was completely different from the portraits she had seen before.

Looking at the paintings on the rice paper, Zhao Yan froze in place, not knowing what to do or say for a while.

At the same time, beside her, Master Wu's painting has also been completed.

Master Wu looked at his painting with a satisfied smile on his old face, stroked his beard, and said, "The painting is finished, Miss Xiu'er, let's take a look."

When Xiu'er heard this, a faint smile appeared on her pretty face, she stood up and walked towards Master Wu.

However, with a casual glance, it landed on the portrait painted by my young master.

Just for a moment, she froze in place, staring blankly at the portrait, or 'sketch' on the stone table.

At this moment, Master Wu is proudly looking at the painting that he has spent nearly half an hour carefully crafting.

Because of Fang Xiu, Master Wu put extra effort into this painting. Even if he was painting for His Majesty, he could only paint to this extent at most.

Although he was not good at portrait painting, he had painted a lot for those gentry in order to make a living.

Even with his gaze, he felt that this was a rare masterpiece.

Of course, apart from her own strength, Miss Xiu'er is also beautiful, which adds a lot to this painting...

However, he admired it for a long time on his own, but found that there was no movement around him, subconsciously looked back, and suddenly became a little angry.

This Xiu'er girl surrounded Fangxiu's stone table, as if she was looking at something.

As a painter, he can tolerate many things, such as lack of money, lack of food, and even no fixed place to live, but he cannot tolerate others' contempt for his paintings.

Even though this Miss Xiu'er had been polite and polite from now on, her performance at this moment was a contempt for his paintings.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to rush up and tear up the drawing of Fang Xiu, a dude.

Anger almost tore his sanity to pieces, but in the next second, for some reason, the scene of King Ning's banquet suddenly appeared in his mind.

Thinking of the scene I witnessed at that time, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down from my head, and I instantly calmed down a lot.

It's just that the anger in my heart is still there.

In any case, he did not believe that Fang Xiu, an ignorant dude, could make graffiti more attractive than his elaborate paintings.

Therefore, he only regarded what happened in front of him as an insult to himself.

Master Wu walked to the front of the stone table, looked at Xiu'er, suppressed the anger in his heart, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

However, with a casual glance, he saw the content of the rice paper painting on the stone table.

Like Zhao Yan and Xiu'er before him, he froze in place, looking at the portraits on the stone table with unbelievable eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly looked away, looked at Fang Xiu beside him, and asked, "General Fang, was this painting drawn by you?"

When Fang Xiu heard this question, he felt a little speechless.

I didn't draw it, or you couldn't draw it.

I thought so in my heart, but didn't say it out, I just nodded and said casually: "I drew it."

Hearing this, Master Wu's eyes suddenly turned a little red, and some blood even appeared in them.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu felt a little strange.

The old man... what's wrong?

Master Wu looked at Fang Xiu with red eyes, and asked again: "I want to ask, how long did it take General Fang to paint such a painting?"

How long did it take?

Fang Xiu thought for a while, and replied, "About... the time for a stick of incense."

Hearing these words, Master Wu felt that his whole world was about to collapse.

The painting that he spent nearly an incense stick of time to draw is not as real as the graffiti drawn by a boy who spends an incense stick of charcoal time.

So what's the point of my hard work and hard work for so many years?

For a moment, Master Wu felt that he was in a hurry, and there was a breath in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it.

After a while, as if he remembered something, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked, "I have one last question I want to ask General Fang."

This old man is not over yet...

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and said casually, "Let's talk."

Master Wu asked, "I wonder how long General Fang has been practicing portrait painting?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiu thought for a while, with an embarrassing expression on his face, and said, "I'm rather stupid. I practiced sketching with my classmates, and it took at least a month to draw like this."

Chapter 267 Shocked Master Wu

When Master Wu heard this, he froze in place, stared at Fang Xiu, and wanted to curse.

It took nearly 20 years for me to learn ink painting from my master until I achieved some success.

This guy spent a month learning this kind of painting, but he still feels that he is too stupid and too slow to learn?

If this is considered dull and slow, then what are my 20 years?