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Speaking of Li Quan's outlet for the second line, everyone who was drinking and eating meat sprayed their faces.Although it had nothing to do with them, it also gave everyone a chill in their hearts.

This Nima is too vicious, right?

Li Qianrong couldn't help frowning, but she also couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching.

"Why does this person hold grudges so much? He refuses to suffer even the slightest loss. However, the phrase 'I wipe, I wipe' is really eye-catching, hehe..."

On the other hand, Han Feng pointed at Li Quan, with a face like a pig's kidney:

"you you!"

"Me? Me? What am I? Is Mr. Han trying to say that I'm right? Actually, it's okay, there's only one horizontal criticism left, so let's call it 'Malaya'."

Chapter 289: Reviewing Paintings

The moon and stars are scarce, but the water in Quxi is still flowing quietly. The sound of the water is like the sound of a piano, with clear priorities and distinct levels.

Compared with the tranquility outside the attic, the atmosphere inside the attic is much more tense.

Saying to the pair is not to be seated according to the number, but none of the people present are fools, and everyone knows what it means.

Han Feng clutched his chest as if he was dying of illness.

It's no wonder that Han Feng has lived for 20 years, and this is the first time he has encountered someone scolding him with such vulgar and direct words, and it's the right match!Is there such a pair?Even if you want to swear, you have to be a little more reserved, right?Do you understand what a metaphor is?Is there a culture?

Li Quan is really uneducated. The purpose of cursing people is to make others feel good for himself. As long as the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter whether it is vulgar or not?

A good game turned into a scolding battle, and no one knew what to say.

Han Jingwei looked at his elder brother and frowned, secretly cursing that he is not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.Even if there is a grudge against Li, there is no need to provoke him so openly, right?Besides, what is your little hatred?He took all of Lao Tzu's treasury without saying a word!

Han Jingwei used Hu Hu's private salt to get a lot of money, but he never forgot who destroyed his treasury.

Han Jingwei thought to himself that he didn't even think about seeking revenge from Li Quan, so what right do you have to be angry?

"Hey! Forget it." Han Jingwei got up and waved his hands, "I think it's better to play a game without moving your mouth. There are paper and pens in the room, how about taking this opportunity to paint and share the rewards?"

After all, they are brothers of the same root, the eldest brother makes a fool of himself, and Han Jingwei's face is also dull, so he came up with such a way to hope to give the eldest brother a long face.Everyone knows that Han Feng's most powerful thing is painting. As long as he has a brush in his hand, he can paint the world's scenery and famous mountains and rivers.In particular, the small animals and insects in his works are extremely vivid and seem to be alive on paper.Even if it is only made by the famous masters of the previous generation, it is not much worse.

As soon as everyone heard that they wanted to paint, Ju shook his head: "Hey! With Mr. Han here, how can we wait and see? However, it is not impossible for us to appreciate Mr. Han's paintings."

"That's okay." Li Qianrong also replied with a smile, "The little girl met Mr. Han because of a painting of new rain in the empty mountains. At that time, she was impressed by Mr. Han's superb painting skills, but the little girl never saw it with her own eyes. Has Mr. Han painted before, since everyone is interested, Mr. Han will not hesitate to teach you a thing or two."

Girl Qianrong wanted to paint by herself, so Han Feng naturally would not refuse, on the contrary, she wished for it.

Painting is just a good opportunity for him to regain face. Han Feng's depressed mood has improved a lot, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Since Princess Rong and everyone have requests, Han Feng will naturally not refuse."

Han Feng opened the folding fan and walked to the desk in the building with three steps.

Tianshui Pavilion has always been a place for the younger generations of the Han family to play, so there are all drawing tools on the desk.

Han Feng walked to the table, and everyone followed closely behind, waiting with great expectation for Mr. Han to show his superb painting skills.

"What should I draw?" Han Feng picked up his pen and asked everyone with a smile.

"Didn't Princess Cairong just say that he was attracted by Mr. Han's painting of the new rain in the empty mountain? Why don't you draw it again, and let me appreciate it later. What exactly does the new rain in the empty mountain look like?"

"That's fine. The new rain map of the Kongshan Mountain is when Mr. Han returned from a trip in the capital, and there was a sudden heavy rain on a small mountain. After the heavy rain, he found that the mountains were surrounded by clouds and mist, and the rain and dew in the mountains were like beads. It was really beautiful, so he endured it." Don’t stay in the mountains for a long time, and make a picture of the new rain in the empty mountain. This picture is not a shocking work, but I didn’t expect it to be favored by Princess Rong.”

Han Feng spoke proudly, excitedly, as if the scene at that time appeared in his eyes again, and he wished to record it on paper immediately.

So, Han Feng unfolded the rice paper, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink and the paper to walk away...

"Hao wah+Young master is really well-deserved of his reputation. His brushwork is proficient, cadenced, orderly, and his strokes are not only expressive, but also quite artistic. Even contemporary famous artists can not match him."

Someone beside him waved a fan and couldn't help but admire.

Although the painting is not yet finished, just looking at Han Feng's confident expression and non-stop brushwork is enough to scare many people.

Li Quan is also one of them.

This guy majored in fine arts at university, so he is naturally very familiar with painting.But what he studied was not Chinese painting, but the trendy animation design.

Li Quan doesn't know much about traditional Chinese painting, but he has seen pigs run before eating pork, right?He has never heard of anyone who can paint Chinese paintings as gracefully as Han Feng dancing with Nima.And that painting is really not bad!

"Okay!" The corner of Han Feng's mouth curled up, and he threw the paintbrush into the pen container, finishing the work in style!

It took only half an hour, and Han Feng was able to complete a masterpiece with a length of three or four meters so quickly!

What's even more frightening is that it's not a freehand landscape, but a delicate and realistic painting!

Everyone was dumbfounded and speechless, and Li Qianrong's face changed slightly as she stood by the large desk and walked back and forth:

"This is indeed the picture of new rain in the empty mountain, but the technique has changed from freehand brushwork to fine brushwork. But Mr. Han only took the time of freehand painting, which shows the proficiency of the technique and the degree of relaxation. It's rare, this painting took a long time , really no one can surpass Mr. Han."

"Ha...haha." Han Feng smiled, very subtle, but only he knew the joy in his heart, "Master Rong praised it absurdly, Han just spent more time on the painting. And Han His paintings are not of the highest quality either, presumably Mr. Li, who is knowledgeable and talented, can find some problems, right?"

Han Feng's provocation was already expected by Li Quan, but even if the other party did not provoke, Li Quan would not remain silent.

Li Qianrong has said that Li Quan is a vengeful person.

Li Quan is indeed a vengeful person, and he is very vengeful.Even now, he hasn't forgotten that the other party scolded him just now, so he, an art professional, would be sorry for his university tuition fees for several years if he didn't find some jackals for him!

Li Quan didn't speak, and went to the table to watch in a serious manner.

The rest of the people did not speak, but frowned slightly.

Everyone knew that Han Feng wanted to make Li Quan lose face by painting.

No one believed that Li Quan could find anything wrong with the painting, because Han Feng's painting was really good.

Who would have thought that Li Quan was a theoretical expert?

Even Li Qianrong was not optimistic about Li Quan, but she didn't intend to help Li Quan, because he felt that Mr. Li was too narrow-minded and not generous at all. It would be more interesting to let him suffer. It might be more interesting to watch him suffer.

Li Quan looked at the painting calmly.

Han Feng looked at Li Quan with a sneer.

"Master Li, do Han's works still catch your eye?"

Han Feng had already thought about what to say later, because he was sure that the other party would laugh dryly and say some flattering words.

But when he heard Li Quan's comment, he was dumbfounded.

"There is no distinction between primary and secondary, messy and disorderly, Mr. Han should start from the basics, and shouldn't focus on technique and speed."