Concubine Yun looked at Li Luo's embarrassed appearance and laughed out loud. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Cover your mouth and chuckle: "Why don't I help you shout a few times, hehe, if one day the world knows that the Nine Emperors of Dagan are selling words in the middle of the city, and Concubine Dagande is waving the flag and shouting beside him, it will also be a good story." ”

Li Luo was embarrassed, and he didn't even dare to say it, looking at Concubine Yun so interested, she was very helpless, and she didn't know what to take at noon.

Now the two of them are really penniless, but Concubine Yun still doesn't pay attention to it at all, but at this time she is listening carefully to the cries of the vendors next to her, and it seems that if no one stops again, she will really shout.

Li Luo's mind turned slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Why don't I try to make a painting?" ”

Concubine Yun was surprised and asked, "Painting?" ”

Li Luo nodded and said, "I'm afraid that these good calligraphers may not go to the market, if they are paintings, maybe someone will buy them." ”

In the end, it was Li Luo, who also had some doubts.

Concubine Yun's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly arranged the pen and ink for Li Luo, and urged repeatedly: "Then let's try it." ”

Li Luo lifted the pen, slightly adjusted his mind, and when he wanted to put down the pen, he paused lightly for some reason, and his eyes rarely showed a bit of sadness.

Falling into Concubine Yun's eyes, she felt a tremor in her heart inexplicably, and was just about to say something to inquire, but she saw Li Luo slowly put down her pen, and she didn't see how to get lucky, and a few lonely lines jumped on the paper.

The pen turns lightly, the line shadow follows, a begonia stands quietly, as if it will break the painting out of general, the painting does not move, the flowers do not move, the branches and leaves do not move, the sky is quiet and the clouds are light, and a few lonely petals are reluctant to float down.

When I was dizzy, these petals of flowers seemed to come to life, and they fluttered on this three-foot rice paper, fell, and swayed again, as if it was a reincarnation, the flowers bloomed, the flowers bloomed, and the cycle returned.

Looking at the painting, it is as if you are in the scene, and you can even smell the faint fragrance of begonia flowers, which is wonderful, and it is not an exaggeration to convey the spirit with one stroke.

The pen and ink never stopped, and a figure, accompanied by elegance, leaned on the side of the begonia tree, leaned out a jade hand, and gently stroked the begonia branch.

Although it is just a silhouette, it is so touching the heartstrings of others, it seems to be lonely, it seems to be a concern, it seems to be a grudge, it seems to be an expectation, a charming attachment to a daughter's family, it is three points into the bones, but it is still unfinished.

I don't know whether it's stupidity, fascination, drunkenness, or hatred, but I always have mixed feelings, but I can't get into the painting, even if it turns into a leaf and a flower on the branch, to dispel the sadness and depression of this figure.

When others saw it, they couldn't wait to come forward and reason with Li Luo, resenting why they treated this jade man like this.

This lonely silhouette, falling into the painting, is more pitiful than seeing the real face, a trace of speculation, two tears, three points of eagerness, and it is very moving.

Danqing's technique, if this is the case, should also be in the realm of transformation.

Li Luo looked lonely, and I don't know how long it took, but finally came to the last stroke, Li Luo lightly clicked down, trees and branches, flowers and leaves, sorrow and hope, with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, quietly spread on the paper.

Li Luo put down the pen and paper, straightened up, and saw the painting made on the paper, he was suddenly stunned, and suddenly held his breath, and an indescribable mood was blocked in his heart, but he didn't know why, he would draw this painting.

"Good painting!" There was a sudden cheer in front of him.

Li Luo was stunned for a moment, and looked up, and the table was full of passers-by at some point, all of whom looked at the paintings on the table with shocked expressions.

Working in the time of emptiness, light and heavy, only with black and white, there is such a expressive work, even those who are not good at calligraphy and painting are fascinated.

When he was painting, Li Luo had no distractions, and he didn't even notice when so many people had gathered in front of him, and it was the first time after learning the Ice Heart Technique.

Li Luo swept his eyes, Concubine Yun stood beside him, and she also looked fascinated, looking at the person in the painting, not knowing what she was thinking.

Li Luo smiled faintly, bowed lightly, looked down at the paper, and did not answer.

"The pen is like a god, it is easy to draw, and it is good to paint." A middle-aged man dressed in brocade praised, "I don't know this son, what is the price of this painting?" ”

Li Luo was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond, and secretly sad in his heart, but how did this painting sell.

The middle-aged man asked again, but Li Luo didn't seem to be aware of it, still staring at the painting on the table blankly, and he was out of sight.

The middle-aged man and a few people beside him looked at the painting made by Li Luo, and judged again and again, one of them reached out and was about to touch the painting, when suddenly Concubine Yun took a step, her jade hand probed quickly, pressed the painting, and shouted: "This painting is not for sale." ”

"Not for sale?" Several people were in an uproar, and the middle-aged man smiled: "Since they are all drawn, how can there be any reason not to sell." ”

Concubine Yun stubbornly replied: "This painting is kept by ourselves, if you like it, my brother will make another one with you." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I just like this painting, next to it, it may not be rare below." ”

Concubine Yun stubbornly continued: "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, if you don't buy it, don't buy it." ”

The middle-aged man was not angry, and said with a smile: "You little brother, how can you do business like this, okay, this painting is indeed extraordinary, and he is not stingy in the next, if this son is willing to cut his love and give ten taels of silver under it, how about it?" ”

As soon as these words came out, several people at the table gasped, ten taels of silver, but ordinary people have spent several years, but looking at this painting, thinking about it should be worth the price.

Concubine Yun bit her lip lightly and said categorically: "Not for sale." ”

The middle-aged man showed unkindness on his face, and said in a cold tone: "It's true that the painting is a good painting, but if Your Excellency is like this, you will lose your trust." ”

The middle-aged man spoke, and a pot-bellied rich boy squeezed in the crowd, glanced at the painting on the table, and shouted: "Do business, everyone wants to make more money, this painting, bid for fifteen taels." ”

After saying that, he was speechless, looking at the shadow in the painting, he almost drooled, and praised it repeatedly: "The painting is wonderful, wonderful." ”

Concubine Yun's face turned red, and she was about to speak, when suddenly, Li Luo said softly: "Sell it." ”

"What!?" Concubine Yun looked back abruptly and stared at Li Luo without blinking, as if she didn't want to believe it.

Li Luo looked at Concubine Yun quietly, hiding the meaning of sadness, and smiled softly.

This begonia may have been seen, but it has never waited for the begonia to bloom, at this time, the begonia is already a dead branch and a leaf, how can you let Concubine Yun's thin body protect in front of the begonia on Li Luo and the paper.

"You ......" Concubine Yun seemed to be a little angry, and looked at Li Luo angrily.

Li Luo stroked his palm without a trace, and the palm seemed to hurt, along his arm, all the way to his heart.

Li Luochang took a breath and said with a warm smile: "Thank you for this brother, if you like it, this painting will be sold to you." (To be continued.) )