[Red House] Ban'er's Road to Imperial Examination

"The painting has been finished, please invite the young master to come over and have a test."

Wang Yue didn't want to stay here any longer, so when they met, he just exchanged a few words with Tu Hui, and then directly unfolded the picture scroll, asking Tu Hui to come and have a look.

When Tu Hui came over and looked at it, he was overjoyed, the figure in the painting was too familiar, it was the face of the emperor's grandfather that he saw every day.

Don't say anything else, just focus on this face, the painting has been more than half successful.It's not in vain for him to boast in front of his father, this time he will definitely be able to show off at the birthday banquet.

Taking a closer look, Tu Hui was even more surprised.

This child's painting style is different from any ancient painting style he has seen before. It has both the neatness and meticulousness of western painting and the free and unrestrained style of meticulous painting. What's more rare is that the two styles are well blended Together, even if there are some flaws occasionally, but considering his age, there is no need to worry about this flaw at all.

This is a brand new style of painting, Tu Hui is confident that he has never seen this style in his studies, his teacher did not teach it, and there is no such style in the paintings hidden in the palace.

Is this already the beginning of a sect?

But he is only eight years old this year.

Could it be the style of painting left behind by Charles?

That's right, didn't that Father John say that he saw the sketches left by Charles and learned from them, and that's how he got his current painting skills? It seems that Charles corrected his Western paintings in private after being dismissed by his royal grandfather. Well, he has combined the Western painting style with the Chinese painting style, just for this, this painting is worthy of the emperor's grandfather's [-]th birthday.

"Good! Very good!" Tu Hui jumped up happily, then carefully rolled up the paintings on the table, took Wang Yue's hand and said, "Follow me to meet my father, with this, I will be Father has nothing to say."

The child of affection placed a deposit for him, but his father didn't agree!

However, Wang Yue is very confident in his paintings. He believes that the father of this young man will definitely agree to use his paintings as a birthday gift after seeing his paintings.

Although Tu Hui was very happy, he still didn't forget his etiquette. It was just a momentary impulse, but soon he calmed down and returned to the appearance of the young son of aristocratic family with his hands and feet. The old Wang Yue couldn't help being secretly surprised when he saw it. Although he also claimed to be from a scholarly family, he was still far behind this young master.

Not to mention those self-proclaimed dandies in the previous life. Compared with this young man, they are just nouveau riche. It was too far away.

It seems that he still has something to learn!

He followed the young master out of his small courtyard, and after waiting for an unknown amount of time, he finally arrived at the place where the young master's father was.

"I'm afraid my father is talking to the abbot at the moment. Fortunately, he didn't come in time for father to recite the scriptures, otherwise he would have to wait for a long time."

Reminiscent of the time spent waiting in this young master's room just now, Wang Yue nodded very gratefully. Fortunately, he caught up, otherwise the whole day would have been wasted waiting for someone.

Tu Hui walked to his father's door, whispered to the guard guarding the door, and the guard entered the room to announce, and soon his father asked someone to take him in.

"Have you finished reading the scriptures?"

"It's over."

"Since the reading is over, why don't you go back and make your grandpa wait again!"

Tu Hui quickly explained: "The birthday gift I prepared for grandpa last time has already been drawn, and I just brought it here for your father to have a look at, and also to help my son give pointers."

"Oh?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man sitting in the room finally showed a little smile, and said, "This is your filial piety, let me have a look."

Tu Hui signaled Wang Yue to come forward and let him unfold the painting, but the middle-aged man did not look at the painting immediately, but looked Wang Yue up and down, and said, "This is the painter you hired? You are so young! "

Tu Hui was about to explain, but Wang Yue said before him: "It's a kid's graffiti, please correct this gentleman."

Although this was said politely, everyone realized that this was Wang Yue's counterattack to the suspicion of the middle-aged man just now.

All of a sudden, everyone in the room was sweating for the child. After all, it had been many years since no one dared to say such a thing in front of their master.

Of course, Tu Hui didn't want to see the person he had invited to be scolded by his father, so he quickly knelt down and said, "I also ask father to forgive me, this young master..."

The middle-aged man just waved his hands casually, and smiled indifferently: "Young people should have the vigor of young people. It's good that you are like this." After speaking, he turned his head to look at Tu Hui who was kneeling on the ground and said: "You are usually too steady, and you will inevitably lose the vigor of a young man. Sometimes you should learn from your friend!"

"Thank you father for your teaching."

The moment Tu Hui knelt down, Wang Yue immediately realized that he was Meng Lang.

He has seen the scene of Jia Baoyu and Jia Zheng getting along, even if the relationship between the two father and son is like a cat seeing a mouse, they will not suddenly kneel down while talking like the two father and son in front of him. In the Qing dynasty, which always called slave masters and would kneel down when they saw a slightly older person, even father and son would never get along like this with trepidation.

Unless his role as a father is too heavy.

At that moment, Wang Yue had countless conjectures flying in his mind, but he quickly calmed down, stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "It's the boy Meng Lang. Please forgive me, this gentleman."

The middle-aged man smiled at Wang Yue and said, "Look at the painting!"

Tu Hui also stood up at this time, and said to the old abbot who was sitting next to the middle-aged man, "Master abbot, come and take a look, I remember my father said that the abbot master is also proficient in painting, please help Let's take a look."

Tu Hui spoke very politely, Master Abbot also smiled and said: "The old monk will not be polite."

Then he stood up and walked to the side of the middle-aged man to look at the paintings on the table.

At first glance, he blurted out: "This is a real fairy!"

From ancient times to the present, all kinds of immortals and Buddhas have been important subjects in the hands of painters, but most of the ancient painters were limited by the development of the times when they painted these immortals and Buddhas. For example, in the Jin Dynasty, the immortals and Buddhas wore The costumes of the Jin Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty were worn by immortals and Buddhas. The only thing that can tell their identities is the auspicious clouds added on the scrolls. Other than that, they are no different from normal ordinary people.

This kind of thinking has been going on for many years, but Wang Yue's paintings are completely beyond their imagination.

Not to mention that the clothes of the people in the painting are not from any of the dynasties they made, but they have a different kind of fairy-tale taste in them, and there is not only Peng Zu in this painting, there are people behind him. The grand background, looking from a distance, in the distance is the Heavenly Palace hidden in the auspicious clouds, the golden sunlight above the Heavenly Palace is faintly set off, making the Heavenly Palace more and more lofty and transcendent.

In the Heavenly Palace, there are faintly visible immortals riding clouds and mists to and fro, and these figures are not sketched with random brushstrokes, but painted out in detail. Even the smallest immortal has a detailed description of the face, each with a different style, Each one is handsome and impermanent.

Nearby, under Peng Zu's feet is a very large Kunpeng. The fine feathers are drawn in detail, and the fierce aura surrounds the whole body. Even a single feather reveals the aura of a golden blade. The eyes are particularly expressive, but they just looked at him from a distance, as if they were being stared at by him as if they were prey.

And Peng Zu's body is intertwined with light and shadow, this fairy seems to be standing on the painting, as if it is real, almost torn out of the paper, it looks like there is such a real fairy standing there from a distance.

Master Abbot watched for a long time, couldn't help but rubbed his glasses, and then looked at it for a while before saying: "It's amazing!"

"Yeah," the middle-aged man was also stunned for a while before he said, "I really can't help but start to wonder if this painting was really drawn by you?"

"Yeah, if someone told me that this painting was just drawn by an eight-year-old boy, I would never believe it. Alas, I claim to be a master of painting, but compared with this young man, the old monk has been doing it all these years. Really live on the dog."

"Master Abbot also has such a humble time!"

The middle-aged man joked with a smile, and said to Wang Yue: "I heard that you once learned painting from Master Charles?"

Wang Yue nodded. Although he had never met this master Charles, his style of painting was really hard to explain. He couldn't tell people that he had traveled through time, so he could only recognize this cheap master.

Fortunately, Master Charles passed away long ago, and John was willing to help him, otherwise he would not have dared to show his painting skills in front of others.

"In the early years, I learned painting from others. When the teacher saw my paintings, he only thought that everything was about talent. At that time, I was young and energetic, and I didn't want to believe it. The only thing I thought was that the teacher disliked me. Now it seems that the teacher said that That’s right, some things do depend on talent. People with high talent are already extraordinary at a young age, and those with low talent are just normal no matter how hard they work!”

The middle-aged man sighed, and the abbot hurriedly comforted him: "In this world, everyone is good at something. This little benefactor is good at painting, and you, the benefactor, have other strengths. Why bother to compare with your weaknesses?" What about his strengths?"

Wang Yue also hurriedly said: "Master Fangzhang is right. I think this gentleman is very imposing. I'm afraid he has already achieved something. In comparison, my little painting skills are not worthy of your attention!"

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hands and said: "It's just an exclamation, it's not worth your consolation. But I want to apologize to this young man. My suspicion just now was wrong. I should have seen the painting before speaking." Judgment is mine!"