Huangfu Changming nodded, took steady steps, stepped on the bluestone steps step by step, came to the three of them, and bowed down on his knees and said, "See the saint!" ”

The middle-aged man who was wearing a dragon robe and sitting there with a sad face waved his hand and said, "Changming, the vulgar rites are waived, get up quickly!" ”

Huangfu Changming didn't dare to get up, and suddenly a cold snort sounded, and the white-faced official's cold voice sounded: "Boy, the saint said that if you don't kneel, you won't kneel, do you want to resist and disobey?" ”

Huangfu Changming got up and nodded and said: "Zhang Changshou is right, he will do whatever the saint says, but I don't know below, why is the saint so sad?" ”

Emperor Han Ling sighed, glanced at Zhang Rang, and then looked at Huangfu Changming and said: "Zhang Changshi, Changming is still young, you have to be more responsible, coming to the palace is like coming to your own home, don't be so restrained." ”

"Yes!" Huangfu Changming and Zhang Rang said respectfully at the same time, and Emperor Han Ling looked at Huangfu Changming again and said: "Changming, I heard that the painters in this world can be comparable to the demon painter, you are the only one, I don't know if you paint the portrait of the widow, will you surpass the demon painter?" ”

Huangfu Changming was stunned for a moment, although he didn't know what Emperor Han Ling's idea was, but his father had been standing there from beginning to end, without even looking at him, indicating that he didn't care about these things, and seemed to only care about the safety of Emperor Han Ling.

"Qi Qi Sheng, although Wei Chen has been immersed in the painting scroll since he was a child, and he pays special attention to this painting demon master, he has never seen the painting scroll drawn by the demon painter, so he can't answer the holy question." Huangfu Changming spoke softly without being humble or arrogant.

Emperor Han Ling showed a playful smile and said, "Someone! Take the canvas and let me see how Changming's painting skills are? ”

I saw a few old slaves walking out of the palace, and quickly put a picture scroll in front of Huangfu Changming, and all the brushes of various colors were neatly taken out, Huangfu Changming looked at Emperor Han Ling, who had already prepared everything, and his face was a little ugly: "Qiqi Sheng, there is a habit below, painting never at night, only painting during the day!" ”

"Bold! Huangfu Changming, don't think that you Lao Tzu is a general in the court, you can act recklessly, when the Holy God asks you to paint, you have to paint when you want, do you want to resist the decree and disobey? Zhang Rang's expression was furious, and the cold voice sounded again.

Huangfu Changming felt the murderous aura, did not speak, but respectfully maintained the posture of clenching his fists, waiting for Emperor Han Ling's opening, Emperor Han Ling's eyes flashed with a look of disappointment and said: "Changming, do you really want to sweep the widow's Yaxing, the widow really wants to see you paint, and now I want to see it!" ”

When Emperor Han Ling said the two words now, his tone was deliberately aggravated, Huangfu Changming frowned, his face showed embarrassment, and finally nodded: "Saint, Weichen didn't mean to refuse, it was really a physical reason, if you have to paint now, Weichen hopes that this place can be as bright as daylight, because... Wei Chen's eyes were not very good. ”

"Hahaha, Changming, you're amusing me to death..."Emperor Han Ling got up and came to the side of Emperor Fu Changming, patted him on the shoulder, his expression just showed a laugh, and suddenly became stern again: "Someone!" Light the lantern and make it as bright as day, if you can't do it, you will be beheaded at noon! ”

"Yes!" Some palace maids and old slaves seemed to hear the most terrible sounds, and quickly began to act, and a quarter of an hour later, the entire bluestone steps were hung with everlasting lanterns, as required by Emperor Han Ling, as bright as day!

Huangfu Changming nodded with satisfaction, looked at Emperor Han Ling who was sitting there again, the brush in his hand slowly embellished on the portrait, and then like a beating sparrow, began to paint very rhythmically, if people who understand music see it, they will be surprised, because with Huangfu Changming's painting, the brushes dotted on the canvas are sometimes light and heavy, sometimes slow, and even with a sense of depression and frustration.

Emperor Han Ling's eyes showed a look of surprise, I don't know how long later, at the moment when Huangfu Changming put down the pen, there was a crisp applause, and Emperor Han Ling's appreciative voice sounded: "Watching Changming paint is like watching a beautiful woman play the piano, which is also pleasant, ethereal and quiet!" ”

"The Holy Prize!" Huangfu Changming hugged his fists deeply, stepped aside, Emperor Han Ling and Zhang Rang came to the canvas, and saw that in the picture scroll, sitting under the afterglow of the setting sun, Emperor Han Ling on the cyan steps, with a trace of sorrow between his eyebrows, seemed to be a little abandoned, but if he looked carefully, there was a trace of joy in this sorrow, and this joy came inexplicably, but after Emperor Han Ling saw it, his heart perked up, and he immediately said loudly in admiration: "Sure enough, it is a painter who is unparalleled in the world, this painting is very satisfied, come on!" A thousand taels of gold..."

"Thank you!" Emperor Fu Changming hugged his fists and bowed deeply, Emperor Han Ling looked at Emperor Fu Changming as if he saw a confidant: "I thought that no one in the world could understand me, a few days ago I thought I had found one, but today, I found another one, and the widow is really happy." ”

"Come on, bring the scroll of the demon painter and show it to Changming!" After Emperor Han Ling finished laughing, his expression suddenly cooled down and said, it seemed that the joy, anger and sorrow on his face should be displayed in this way.

After Huangfu Changming heard the painting scroll of the demon painter, his whole body trembled, at this moment he suddenly understood the reason for letting himself enter the palace to paint today, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, this is a temptation, a naked temptation, if his portrait is half similar to the painting demon master, I am afraid that his head has already landed...

Huangfu Changming took the blood-colored scroll handed over by the old slave, a pungent smell of blood came, he looked at the scroll in his hand in shock, if he didn't guess wrong, the characters in this scroll must be... Emperor Han Ling!

Huangfu Changming slowly opened the picture scroll, in the corpse mountain and sea of blood, Emperor Han Ling was wearing blood-colored robes, looking up at the sky with unwillingness, and even deep hatred, it seemed that there was a faint trace of relief, this portrait was painted like a real person, so to see, as if the Han Ling Emperor in the portrait was the real Han Ling Emperor, and the Han Ling Emperor in front of him seemed to be fake, this idea just rose, Huangfu Changming immediately pressed down, this portrait has obviously been superb, I am not as good as him...

"Now that things have come to this point... Your Majesty! The old slave is willing to become a sinner for the ages, and is bound to eradicate the root cause of these troubles, please order Your Majesty to order the immediate execution of these painters who have deceived the people, and strangle the chaos in the cradle! Zhang Rang knelt down abruptly and said with great grief and indignation.

As he spoke, an endless stream of soldiers suddenly poured out from under the bluestone steps, surrounding the painters who were kneeling on the ground, and just waiting for Emperor Han Ling's order, the heads of these painters fell to the ground.