I have to say that Kang Rong has real talent and learning, sits down angrily, writes with a spirit, and continues to outline the unfinished landscape painting!

Gradually, in the drawing board, landscape paintings outside the building gradually emerged, which were magnificent.

On the other hand, Lin Feng drank tea alone, enjoyed it freely, and had an intoxicating attitude.

When he was young, Liang Ruoxun leaned over the table and asked softly: "Husband, are you sure?"

"No problem!" Lin Feng grabbed Liang Ruoxun's hand and gently patted it on the back of the silky hand.

Immediately, put the blue and white porcelain teacup on the bookcase, grabbed the teapot, moved to the stove where the water was boiling, bent down to pick it up, tongs, and sandwiched out the red burning wood in the stove.

Raise the teapot, pour the tea on it, and make a sound of light smoke.

The firewood gradually went out, and Lin Feng held the charcoal in the stove when he was baking less, waiting for the charcoal to dry, grabbed the charcoal, took out the dagger, and quickly cut it to make it into a thumb-thick and index-finger long shape.

Wash your hands, spread out the paper in front of you, return to your seat, and draw with a pen.

At this time, Liang Ruoxun, who was sitting opposite Lin Feng, noticed that Lin Feng was looking up at him from time to time, and he was suspicious in his heart, his lips opened lightly, and he asked softly: "Husband, could it be that there are flowers on your face?"

Hearing the sound, Lin Feng got up with a smile and muttered in Liang Ruoxun's ear, Liang Ruoxun breathed a long sigh of relief, silently bowed, and Lin Feng returned to his seat.

Liang Ruoxun straightened the Liuxian skirt, tidied up the mask, sat upright, and did not move at all. Only occasionally glance at Lin Feng, or in the paper.

Although he knew Lin Feng's intentions, looking at his actions, he couldn't guess what his intentions were.

Before, Lin Feng said that he painted her beauty, so although he was not very clear, his heart was still full of expectations. But Lin Feng's penmanship is completely different from that of the literati in the hall.

Lin Feng's pen is very fast, the charcoal is like a dragon flying on the paper, the black charcoal is flowing water, and the chopping seems to be without thinking, when he is young, he outlines the outline of Liang Ruoxun's national appearance in the paper!

At this time, the curious people in the living room noticed Lin Feng's pen stroke, and his focused expression, put down the brush, got up and moved to Lin Feng's side, wanting to see what Lin Feng was doing?

When I came to Lin Feng's side, I couldn't help but exclaim when I saw his flowing brushwork and the outline of the beauty that he quickly sketched on the white paper.

"Good brushwork, good drawing!"

Exclamations came out. The more curious people next to them were aroused, many people moved to Lin Feng's side, and as far as their eyes looked, they were all shocked by Lin Feng's amazing brushwork.

Those literati who should have been full of confidence in Kang Rong were shocked when they saw the graceful and beautiful women in the painting.

When the face of the stunning beauty gradually appeared on the paper, even if the woman's face in front of them was covered by a light veil, through the picture, they could still faintly guess how amazing the woman in front of them was.

Many literati gathered around Lin Feng, Kang Rong's expression was slightly embarrassed, and he couldn't help but resent in his heart.

When there were more and more literati around Lin Feng, and there were cheers from time to time, Kang Rong became more and more restless, more and more anxious, and he didn't know what Lin Feng had come up with.

The praise came and went, the forehead couldn't help but give birth to fine beads of sweat, more and more mistakes in the brush in the hand, and the majestic landscape painting gradually became a little different.

In the private room, the crown prince Liu Puya, the crown princess Gong Suqing, and Wen Diewu heard that there were continuous applause next to Lin Feng in the living room, and the three of them were curious.

They clearly saw that Lin Feng was painting, not painting brushes and ink, but instead, making his own charcoal and using charcoal to paint.

At this moment, although it is not a sneak peek, it can attract bursts of applause from literati, and it must be extraordinary when you think about it.

For a moment, I was a little moved.

After about a cup of tea, Lin Feng stopped writing, ignoring the literati beside him, pushed the scroll in front of Liang Ruoxun, and asked, "Nan, how is it?"

Liang Ruoxun didn't move at all, his body was slightly sore, and his face was surprised when he looked down, and he had to admire Lin Feng's brushwork.

Surprised, slightly disappointed, the person in the painting is no different from her after dressing up, and her charm and temperament are vividly outlined on the paper.

But it is not her real face, and she will be happier if she sketches her true face.

However, he was still full of praise and said: "The husband's divine pen has nothing to add."

Hearing the sound, Lin Feng laughed wildly, did not hesitate, moved to Liang Ruoxun's side, and wrote a poem, "Take jade as the bone and snow as the skin, autumn water as the posture and poetry as the heart, swallow and warbler as the appearance, and bird as the sound of the moon as the god.

"Jade is the bone, snow is the skin. Autumn water is the posture, poetry is the heart, a good one is on the water side, slim and slim." There are scribes who can't help but praise.

"Masterpieces, masterpieces." Someone next to me was full of praise.

"Good painting, good poetry, Mr. Mu Feng, really only eight buckets high."

In the sound of praise again and again, Lin Feng clenched his fists and said, "I dare not be ashamed, I dare not be ashamed, let's take a look at Kang Rong's paintings."

Hearing this, many literati turned their attention to Kang Rong, who was attracted by Lin Feng's painting before, and many literati even ignored Kang Rong's existence.

Now I think of Kang Rong fighting with the man in front of him.,

At this time, Kang Rong's expression was full of anxiety.

When I am in a hurry, the brush is swept across the screen, and the masterpiece is about to be completed, leaving a deep ink imprint, which is still a waste product.

"It's a pity/"

"It's a shame."

"This is not at the level of Brother Kangrong!"

Witnessing Kang Rong's failure in painting, many talented people sighed softly.

Praise this and belittle the other, Kang Rong was annoyed and ashamed, tore off the picture scroll, suddenly got up and moved to Lin Feng's side, seeing the sketch and inscription in Liang Ruoxun's hand, his face was blue, and he couldn't help but hug his fists and said: "Mr. Mu Feng is worthy of being a master of Danqing, Kang Rong admires it."

"It's just casual painting, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Lin Feng waved his hand and said lightly.

Nothing?

Hearing the sound, Kang Rong's cheeks became more and more serious and more and more iron-blue.

He devoted himself to painting, but he accidentally invalidated, and if the other party devoted himself to painting, he lost and lost. There will be opportunities to fight for in the future.

However, the other party understated and didn't care about the posture, the more he proved that he had real talent and real learning.

At this time, Han Yongshan, who was next to him, heard Lin Feng's words, paid attention to Kang Rong's expression, and said unfairly: "Mu Feng, although your painting is good, but no one has seen the true appearance of your wife, how can it be proved that you are not cheating."

Hearing this, many literati who supported Kang Rong or coveted Liang Ruoxun's appearance commanded: "That's it, that is, everyone hasn't seen the beauty of the beauty, how can you prove that you won."

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but be secretly angry, not to mention Liang Ruoxun's identity, just the status of Concubine Wan was also appreciated by this group of frivolous and dissolute people.

At this moment, in the private room not far away, a coquettish voice came out, saying: "Han Yongshan, you don't want to splash your skin, if you lose, you lose, if you don't even have these responsibilities, how can you become the pillars of the country, how do you serve the country.

What's more, even if Mr. Mu's painting is different from his wife's appearance, Mr. Mu's novel painting style alone is worth learning, isn't it?"

The sound of coquettishness came, and in the living room, suddenly, it was as quiet as a cicada, and there was no sound of crows, and no scribe dared to speak again.

At this time, Lin Feng turned his head to look, and with a squeak, the private room in the middle slowly opened, and a white-faced eunuch bowed out.

In front of the eunuch, a young man with a noble expression and a python robe slowly walked out.

With his chest held high and his eyes open, it is obvious that he is noble and well-educated. There is an elegant retreat.

On the left of the young man, a man similar to Liang Ruoxun Fangling came from, wearing a light-colored Liuxian dress. Rusty butterfly dark lines. Move forward, step shallow and shallow. Emei is lightly swept, slightly powdered, and the face is stunning.

The woman on the right side of the young man, her eyes are like water, but she talks about coldness, she seems to be able to penetrate everything, her ten fingers are slender, her ice muscles and jade bones are pink, her lips are red, and she smiles like a smile.

The thick black supple put it down, with a pleasant expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling and not smiling, like a hibiscus out of water.

Lin Feng paid attention to the people who came, and guessed the people around them through the gorgeous costumes.

Next to him, Liang Ruoxun got up, slightly nervous, moved to Lin Feng's side, reminded softly, and said, "Husband, this is Liu Puya, the crown prince of Shu, the princess Gong Sutian, and the Wen woman, Wen Diewu."

Hearing the sound, Lin Feng gently patted Liang Ruoxun's hand and thanked him in return, signaling that there was no need to be nervous.

In the hall, the quarrelling scribes and show girls saw Liu Puya with the crown princess and Wen Diewu appearing, and they couldn't help but be surprised and saluted one after another.

Only Lin Feng, Feng Shihu, Liang Ruoxun, and the guards around them, did not move at all, Lin Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, glanced at Liu Puya, and focused his eyes on the crown princess and Wen Diewu.

As early as in Shendu, he used the dark sword to investigate, and it was clear that Wen Diewu and the crown princess Gong Sutian were the beauties of the Shu Kingdom. and Liang Ruoxun sisters, unexpectedly, I was fortunate to see two of them today.

After the ceremony, Kang Rong hurriedly moved to Liu Puya's side and said softly: "Your Highness, the villain is incompetent and lives up to His Highness's expectations."

Liu Pu Ya, who had never met Kang Rong regularly, moved to Lin Feng's side, and was slightly surprised by Lin Feng's rude behavior. Immediately, his eyes shifted to the painting in Liang Ruoxun's hand, and after browsing it, he couldn't help but be surprised.

He bowed slightly, and said, "Mr. is worthy of being a master of Danqing."

Lin Feng returned the salute with his hands and chuckled: "The prince's fallacy is not worth mentioning."

At this time, the crown princess and Wen Diewu also stepped forward, browsing the beautiful woman and the inscription poem in the painting, and their faces were surprised.

Wen Diewu saluted Lin Feng, and said lightly: "Mr. is only eight buckets tall, I don't know how the poetry is?"

"General, average." Lin Feng's words were modest, without any edge, but like a humble Confucian student.

Hearing the sound, Wen Diewu silently bowed, looked arrogant, turned around and left, blending in the crowd.

The crown prince and the crown princess exchanged a few words with Lin Feng before turning around and leaving.

Lin Feng took Liang Ruoxun to sit down, and Liang Ruoxun said softly: "Husband, these people have always been arrogant, and they regard their husbands as outsiders.

"Arrogant fart, all of them are people with small bellies and chicken intestines, villains whose hearts are smaller than needles, not only outside the mountains, but also outside the mountains, and the strong have their own strong hands." Lin Feng's cold eyes swept across the literati and princes present, and his tone was not low.

When everyone in the hall heard the sound, their eyes burned with anger, and they all focused on Lin Feng and Liang Ruoxun.

At this time, a scribe stepped forward, arched his hand to Lin Feng, and said, "Sir, madam, today the butterfly dance girl will hold a special poetry meeting, Mr. is virtuous, can you chant a poem to cheer everyone up?"

(End of chapter)

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