After the subjugation of the country, I became pregnant with the cub of Emperor Qiu

The beautiful maid held the silk painting in her hand and unfolded it slowly. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a line of thin and elegant characters. Into a school, full of fun.At first glance, people are only surprised, but the more they look at it, the more they can appreciate its beauty.

Just words have already opened everyone's eyes.

Then the rugged and straight peaks in the distance, the pine trees with strong branches on the strange peaks, and the misty clouds in the middle slowly unfolded. Everyone held their breath and did not even blink their eyes, lest they miss any point.

When the silk painting is fully unfolded, the quiet and quiet nearby mountains and forests appear in front of everyone. The bright red in the painting silk seems to jump out of the painting silk, and a colorful golden pheasant with bright red head and belly is instantly attracted. Everyone's eyes.This colorful golden pheasant is standing on a strange rock with its head held high. At the foot of the strange rock are green and tall bluegrass.

The pines and cypresses of the mountains in the distance and the strange stone orchids and golden pheasants in the nearby mountains are harmoniously unified in a picture, which is full of natural interest.Poems are properly inscribed in the blank space of the painting, which makes the beauty and artistic conception of the whole painting reach a very high level.As the old man Songyun praised, there are paintings in poems, and poems in paintings!

Everyone originally thought that after seeing so many collections, no matter how brilliant the last painting was, it would appear ordinary in comparison with so many calligraphy and paintings.Unexpectedly, as soon as this last painting appeared on the stage, it attracted everyone's attention with its words, and then completely convinced everyone with its wonderful pictures.

This painting is indeed worthy of the praise of old man Songyun!

Everyone noticed the name on the seal and was surprised for a moment.The people present were almost familiar with the famous painters in the painting circle, but no one knew the names on the seal.

"Thousands of sad idlers! Ashamed, ashamed, I have never heard of this master's name, I am so ignorant and ignorant!"

"It can be called a masterpiece of calligraphy and painting, but it is willing to be anonymous and go back to the mountains! The integrity of the sad idler really makes me feel ashamed!"

"Wan Bei idler, why is it called Wan Bei, why is it also called idler, what is the origin of this Wan Bei idler? Could it be that the minister of a certain country, after the death of the country, was distraught, so he retired to the mountains and forests, and became obsessed with calligraphy and painting?"

"Perhaps it is true!"

"Wan Bei idler is really high-spirited, so sad!"

"This Wanbei idler should be fifty years old when he thinks about it. Such a powerful and exquisite painter cannot be practiced in a short period of time. In addition, he used to be a minister of a country..."

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Numbly listening to the easy words discussed by everyone: "..."

This Wanbei idler really sounds so old!He is now only 23 years old and will be regarded as an old man of 60 years old!

Yi Ci with a blank face turned his head to look at Luo An, wanting to seek some comfort from Luo An, but saw a flash of a smile in Luo An's eyes.This is quite restrained, if Qiu Liang was here, he would have patted the desk and laughed out loud.

Yi Ci angrily thought, if he had known, he would have changed his alias!

Listening to everyone's discussion, the obese rich businessman and Zhao Guoxiang Guo Pangluo both had thoughts in their hearts.The fat rich businessman weighed in his mind how much profit he could get by buying this painting and selling it, while Pang Luo was thinking about buying this painting and dedicating it to Emperor Qin Gu Zheng, whether Gu Zheng would be satisfied.

The two of them were eager to move, planning to go to the old man Songyun to make a private inquiry and purchase later, when they heard the Qingzheng layman who was also sitting in the front row let out a cold snort.

Everyone heard the cold snort, and they all looked at Qingzheng Layman for a while, and saw Qingzheng Layman's cold face, with an uneasy expression.

Immediately, someone who didn't think it was a big deal asked Lay Master Qingzheng, "What's your opinion, sir?"

Seeing that everyone was waiting for him to speak, Layman Qingzheng stood up and bowed to everyone, looked at Old Man Songyun and said, "Since everyone asked me to speak, I won't be afraid to offend others and speak up."

The old man Songyun said generously: "This is a painting competition, so naturally we should express our feelings directly."

Yi Ci sat up straight and leaned forward slightly.Except for his two friends, Wei Yushu and Qiu Liang, no one has seen his previous paintings. At this time, if someone can point out the shortcomings in his paintings, Yi Ci naturally wishes for them, and he is open-minded.

Layman Qingzheng frowned and said: "This painting is indeed wonderful in both calligraphy and painting, but there is only one shortcoming. It is not high-minded. It is neither a sage or a phoenix or an auspicious beast. It is just an ordinary golden pheasant in the mountains. Its layout is always much worse than these paintings."

After Lay Master Qingzheng finished speaking, the 70-year-old man sitting in the front row couldn't help coughing twice. Lay Master Qingzheng glanced at him, and looked away when the old man didn't speak.

Layman Qingzheng said that although most of the people present did not agree with it, many people agreed with it.After all, how can the mountain wild pheasant compare with sages, auspicious beasts, etc.?

Zhao Guo Xiangguo and Pang Luo hesitated for a while when he heard the discussion. Although this painting is good, after all, it is just a picture of a golden pheasant as Qingzheng layman said.If you want to give it to Emperor Qin, you should also give it some paintings of dragons, phoenixes, auspicious animals, or portraits of gods and Buddhas. How can you give it a chicken?

Yi Ci originally thought that Qingzheng Layman would point out the shortcomings of his calligraphy and painting, but he didn't expect to say such words.Yi Ci frowned, originally planned to say nothing at the painting tasting meeting, but still couldn't agree with Qingzheng Layman's point of view, and couldn't help but retort: ​​"This statement is absurd!"

As soon as Yi Ci made a sound, everyone immediately looked at Yi Ci. Even the old man who couldn't see clearly squinted his eyes and looked in Yi Ci's direction. The old man Songyun also nodded in appreciation, looking forward to Yi Ci's speech .

Yi Ci's back was tense, a little nervous, and he took a deep breath and said, "Mountain wild pheasants cannot be compared with auspicious beasts and gods, but the paintings of golden pheasants cannot be compared with portraits of sages. Whether it is poetry or painting, it is all created by people's hearts. Made, intended to express emotion, straight from the heart. The ancient sages are worthy of the world's painting and praise, are not other beautiful scenery bestowed by God worthy of painting? Rural shepherd boys, village thatched huts, green mountains and green waters, exotic flowers and birds, all are of natural interest, How can we distinguish between high and low?"

Yi Ci's words immediately won the approval of many people.

Layman Qingzheng's face was extremely ugly, and he still insisted on his point of view: "Landscape painting, flower and bird painting, of course, can be painted, but these paintings can't be compared with the paintings of sages anyway."

With Yi Ci's previous speech, everyone also came to their senses. Immediately after Layman Qingzheng finished speaking, someone retorted: "Then as you said, if you want to evaluate the quality of two paintings, you don't need to look at their brushwork and charm, just look at it." What he paints is fine. Landscapes, flowers and birds are no match for sages, sages, auspicious animals, hills are no match for strange peaks, small pools are no match for big lakes, what else is there to paint, just make them all the same!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Someone answered: "No wonder Layman Qingzheng regards the paintings of saints, sages, gods and Buddhas as the most respected, and he himself specializes in painting figures. In this way, all paintings are inferior to him?"

Layman Qingzheng's face darkened in an instant. He ignored everyone and asked Yi Ci in a deep voice, "Who are you? Who did you study under? Are there any paintings for people to see?"

Yi Ci frowned and said, "How do these questions conflict with what I said? If it's wrong, it's wrong. Could it be that you have a better status than me and can paint better, so that can prove that your words are all right?"

"well said!"

A loud voice came from the mouth of the old man who could not see clearly. The old man stood up and said: "This little friend is right. Figure painting, landscape painting, flower and bird painting are all types of paintings. There is no reason to require that one kind of painting must be overwhelmed Another kind of painting. Little friend Qingzheng, what you said is so wrong that I don’t even want to hear it, old man.”

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