dragon pen

A little painter from the countryside touched the prince's jade hand in front of everyone, and dared to put his nose on his face and call the prince a "stinky rascal"!

What audacity!

When everyone was stunned, the butler was the first to react. He strode forward and shouted: "Presumptuous!"

Immediately afterwards, the large row of guards behind the prince also came to their senses, and they shouted angrily in unison: "Bold!"

Zhang Ziyao, a countryman, has never seen so many people yelling at him at the same time in his life. He was frightened out of his wits and stammered: "I'm not... I didn't say that! It's a painting... No, It's that mean-mouthed dragon—ahhhhh I can't tell! Anyway, it has nothing to do with me!"

Zhang Ziyao used to be a slow person who didn't like to argue with others. Now the more impatient he is, the more stupid his mouth is. His face was flushed red like a tomato just fished out of boiling water. Withdrawing from Lord Rui's hand, but the latter seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. Although he heard the voice of a young man next to his ear, he knew in his heart that he took the liberty to catch the wrong person, but the strength in his hand was No less, just firmly hold the hand that is trying to break free in one big hand, and then use the other hand to pull the cloth strip covering the eyes...

The first time Lou Hen met Zhang Ziyao was like this - when he looked at the young man in front of him, his face was flushed and his neck was red, only a pair of dark eyes were moving slightly uneasily, his only thought was: Where did the child come from? The anxious look is pretty good.

"Who are you?" Lou Hen asked.

"Crassman Zhang Ziyao is a famous painter of dreams, from Tongli Town, Nanling County. A few days ago..."

"Ah, I see," Lou Hen said, "You are that charlatan painter, right? I'm not good at painting, but I want to emphasize that I am a dream painter, and I don't know what tricks I used to make the creatures in the painting move. It disappeared when I looked at it the next day... I heard that the painting was sold for a lot of money, enough to buy a house in your shitty countryside."

"..."

It sounds like this prince doesn't know the difference between borrowing a real spirit and a fake spirit... It's just that Zhang Zixiao's painting is enough to buy a house?so much?Zhang Ziyao was a little confused.

"My lord Li cried for his father and mother to be deceived, and I thought you ran away with the money...Why, you didn't run away?"

"..."

When he was talking, Lou Hen was smiling, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, those beautiful eyes looked at the stunned young man in front of him, and he couldn't see a trace of the "furious rage" that he had said at the beginning.

And Zhang Ziyao was dizzy by Lou Hen's series of words, his mind was full of "a house", "a house", "a house", "can't afford it", "what to do", "can't afford it", "what to do", The brain couldn't turn around for a while, and his face was blushing half the sky, but he just lowered his head and looked at the hand that was still held in the palm of the other party: "...the prince is holding it, and I can't escape."

Lou Hen was taken aback.

Zhang Ziyao was also taken aback.

Before Lou Hen could react, the young man showed a remorseful and annoyed expression, and then took advantage of Lou Hen's inattention to rescue his hand, and as soon as his robe was lifted, he knelt down without hesitation, and touched the tip of his nose respectfully. The cold ground of the stone bridge actually calmed him down a little, and he said in a soft voice: "Returning to what the prince said just now, the grassroots are not charlatans, they are indeed Zhang Ziyao, the successor of the dream painter Dianlong pen. A few days ago, there was a piece called " The painting of Emerald Shocking Lake" flowed from the homes of grass people to the market, was bought by the county magistrate with a lot of money, and then sent to the prince..."

"Later the painting was broken, and you sent yourself to me again."

Lou Hen finished speaking for Zhang Ziyao, Zhang Ziyao just frowned subconsciously, thinking that he was not an object, how could he use words like "send" or "don't send", it always felt weird... However, at this moment, even if he was given 1 guts, he would not dare to refute Lou Hen's half-sentence. He just closed his eyes slightly, leaned down, and said gloomily: "If you take someone's money, if you don't have it, you will turn your face and deny it. Problems naturally need to be repaired, this is the professional ethics of dream painters."

The above, of course, is false.

"Once sold, never sold" is true.

But seeing that the one who pays the bill is the prince, so Zhang Ziyao talks about people when he sees people, and he talks nonsense when he sees people.

As soon as Zhang Ziyao finished speaking, he felt the picture scroll hanging on his waist tremble slightly imperceptibly. With his feet, he knew that a certain dragon in the painting was rolling his eyes to the sky and laughing at him. Face.But Zhang Ziyao didn't care, the prehistoric power in his body that wanted to throw this cheap dragon into the lotus pond was almost driving his arms to move...

I don't know if his attitude is too sincere to impress Lou Hen, and it is inconvenient to argue with him when dozens of pairs of eyes are looking at Lou Hen. Carpenter is easy to say, this king only thinks that you occasionally perform abnormally, and if the painting is gone, you will pay me for a painting, but it is widely spread that this king received a fake painting from a dream painter on his birthday..."

Zhang Ziyao held his breath.

"I will pursue it later."

Zhang Ziyao let out a long breath.

"And who did you call 'rogue'?"

Zhang Ziyao didn't finish his breath and held it back.

"My king has never been scolded like this when he is so old. It was just blindfolded and grabbed your hand by mistake, but he was treated as a disciple. It is really wronged..."

"Caomin is guilty. To express my apology, in addition to restoring "Lake Light and Emerald Green", Caomin will definitely give another excellent work. Until the prince is satisfied, I will never stop drawing dragon brushes in my hand."

Lou Hen smiled, clapped his hands lightly, and said lightly, "Very good."

……

The end result was that Zhang Ziyao dug a hole and buried himself in it.

He didn't even have a chance to repent, so he was respectfully invited into the wing of the palace for distinguished guests. The wing has an independent small courtyard, which looks like a quiet courtyard that often appears in ink paintings from a distance. The environment is elegant, and it can be called IKEA Yi room.

Prince Rui's Louhen said that before Zhang Ziyao finished repairing "Lake Light and Emerald Green" and drew the compensation works he wanted, Zhang Ziyao served the royal guests with delicious food and drinks, and enjoyed the visit of other brothers of Prince Rui. High-level courtesy that is only available at times.

In other words, royal treatment.

Zhang Ziyao was not happy at all.

Zhang Ziyao entered the house, thanked the steward and gave some hard work to send those servants of the palace. After the steward collected the money and thanked him and turned around, he stood by the door again, eagerly confirming that those people had gone away. Then suddenly it fell down on the soft gossip suppressing evil couch like a deflated balloon, rolling over.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh what did I say just now! Fix that painting! Where can I improve my painting skills in one day until I reach Zhang Zixiao's level!! I'm so good and I'm still here to show off to him! What am I doing? Don’t sell paintings! I’ll give away another one, and I’ll keep writing if I’m not satisfied—ahhhhhhhhh!!”

Zhang Ziyao rolled desperately on the couch, howled and scratched his head.

During this period, the small wooden tube on his waist loosened and rolled on the ground, jingling and rolled around, the lid of the small wooden tube opened, and an unexpected sarcastic word came from inside: "After all, you are either crazy or stupid all the time. Today, you are in a hurry. It's not surprising to say such earth-shattering stupid things. Your ancestors of the Zhang family should know that their eldest son and grandson drafted a long-term contract for themselves in such a careless way, and generously handed over the right to end it to others. In his hands, he probably regretted why he had to carry on the family line back then, and ended up tossing out such a little idiot to ruin the family's first name..."

"How dare you say it! It's all your fault!" Zhang Ziyao fell off the couch, grabbed the small wooden tube, poured out the scroll and shook it roughly, "I didn't tell you to stop talking! What were you muttering just now! Do you think everyone can't hear you because of your low voice?"

The picture scroll was shaken away.

Zhang Ziyao was taken aback by the scene revealed in the picture scroll——

On the boulder in the picture scroll, a man as tall as a hill was sitting lazily with his legs crossed, his left leg was curled up and coiled on his right leg, his right leg was naturally straight and hanging down, and his robe was pulled down to reveal The firm muscles underneath and the broad chest perfectly outline his enviable abdominal muscles with simple ink-colored lines. But a second before Zhang Ziyao shook out the picture scroll, he was lazily smiling. Yawning, he stretched out his hand to scratch the red mark on the back of his body that seemed to be burned.

Right now, the picture scroll was shaken open, he was startled, quickly pulled up his clothes to cover the red marks and asked urgently: "What? What about etiquette, righteousness and shame? Didn't you know you have to knock on the door before opening the picture scroll?"

"What happened to your back?"

"Being bitten by fleas without seeing the sun all year round."

"Speak humanly, or I'll soak you in the foot bath tonight."

"...The gossip couch was so uncomfortable just now, why would someone put such a broken thing in the house as a decoration? How beautiful is the pattern of black and white sesame paste and peanut paste mixed together?" Zhu Jiuyin Putting down his hands, his face was slightly restrained and joking, "In the future, if you want to roll up, don't take me with you, it's not a cat, so why not just rub around..."

Zhang Ziyao shut his mouth and swallowed all the words he wanted to apologize.

With a dark face, he picked up the guy who stretched out his hand and continued to scratch it from the ground, and then grabbed a cushion to cover the gossip map on the couch, muttering "If you are kind, why are you afraid of the gossip map", On the one hand, he hung the scroll on the wall behind the desk in disgust.

"Don't hang on, I want to bask in the sun."

"What to expose to the sun, the color will fade if the sun is too much, you are not afraid that you will be faded by the sun before I have time to draw you..."

"This kind of worry is obviously unreasonable. If you give you eight lifetimes, you will not be able to draw me. I want to bask in the sun."

"And I don't care about you." Zhang Ziyao said ruthlessly.

Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyelids to look, and found that from his angle, he could see the entire desk in full view, so that he could see whatever Zhang Ziyao wrote or drew on it, so he just reluctantly was slightly satisfied and closed his mouth.

Zhang Ziyao opened his few bags, put his clothes in the cabinet, and put other belongings where they should be. His posture seemed to be very sensible and he planned to stay for a long time... Zhu Jiuyin Said: "Little idiot, do you really regret that you didn't do your job properly and didn't learn well when you were young, but you still had a stupid head, and now you have completely screwed yourself..."

"When my grandfather comes back from the north, he will naturally look for me when he returns home and sees that I'm not there. When the time comes, he will come to Wang's mansion and I will be saved." Zhang Ziyao looked forward to it.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

It turned out to be such a plan.

It's really mud that can't support the wall. He really thought that such a puddle of mud could get him out of the painting at the beginning.

Humph.

Picking feet of dishes.