(Thank you Feng Meng, Caizhu, Xiaopang, wo love you for a lifetime, tears have been reincarnated, Zidian ☆ Qingshuang, Jian Xi, thank you for your support)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ban Yuanjun held the sketchpad and looked at it repeatedly, his eyes sparkling and full of curiosity. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoShe has been painting since elementary school, and she is good at landscapes and figures, but she has never seen a person who uses chiaroscuro to paint people. The characters painted in the Han Dynasty are mostly white drawings, and the characters tend to be flat and the sense of three-dimensionality is not strong. Most importantly, under the influence of Huang Lao and Confucianism, ancient paintings pursued the resemblance of the god rather than the likeness. Therefore, in most cases, the similarity between the figure in the painter's brush and the object of the copy is equal to the ratio of the real person to the ID photo.

Zhang Fang uses the sketch method, but instead of a charcoal pen or pencil, he uses several brushes of different sizes, and the effect of the drawing is similar to that of a fountain pen drawing, but softer than a fountain pen drawing. The shades are appropriate, the chiaroscuro is contrasting, just like a black and white portrait.

Ban Yuanjun in the painting has a straight body, holding a pen and splashing ink, and his expression is focused. Behind her stood Ping'er, the girl's eyes were misty, and she didn't know whether to look at the landscape outside the painting, or the landscape in the painting......

"Zhang Jun's technique is very peculiar, I don't know who he studied with?" Although Ban Yuanjun felt that this style of painting was different from what he had learned since childhood, it was indeed unique, and she was very curious about who would teach him how to draw like this.

"Those who explore by themselves are self-taught. Have fun today, it's just an improvisation. Zhang Fang was not complacent, and when he saw Ban Yuanjun rolling up the painting again, he planned to collect it, and reminded, "Just take a look at it yourself, don't show it to others." ”

Ban Yuanjun said seriously: "Of course I won't show it to others. "This is her portrait, how can it be easily revealed?

Zhang Fang is not unconfident when he says this, in fact, he knows that this kind of painting is not in line with the trend. The paintings of the ancients emphasized the meaning rather than the form, and pursued the resemblance of the god rather than the likeness. In the eyes of the ancient literati, Zhang Fang's Western sketching method was the skill of a craftsman, full of ingenuity, and it was not able to be elegant.

It has been more than a year since Zhang Fang returned to Chang'an, and he has made up a lot of ancient knowledge, and he has become a member of the court station, and he has some understanding of the thinking of the upper echelons of this era. Therefore, he does not think that what he brings from the afterlife will inevitably arouse the admiration and admiration of the people of this age. It's like that, it's like that, it's like painting, don't think too much about it.

Ban Yuanjun was also influenced by this concept, but in this painting, what she saw was not any craftsmanship and craftsmanship, but an indescribable realistic expression, which gave her a very novel feeling. What's more, this is a hand-drawn by him, which is meaningful and precious.

"I'm tired of drawing, come, try a bowl of chilled mung bean soup." Zhang Fang opened Bingjian, white gas gushed out, uncovered the thick cloth towel, revealed a small clay pot, and used a spoon to hold three bowls of mung bean soup, and handed them to Ban Yuanjun and Ping'er respectively.

The so-called Bingjian is the ancient refrigerator, which existed in the Spring and Autumn Period, usually made of bronze, separated by a wooden frame, wrapped with a thick cloth, and placed in the middle of the ice, which can keep the food fresh and cool for a long time. Of course, those who can afford to use the ice and have a kiln to hide ice will naturally not be ordinary people.

Ping'er took a drink, her body and mind were refreshed, and her eyes were bent into crescents.

Ban Yuanjun thanked him, and just took a sip, his eyes were attracted by the object in the box.

Zhang Fang followed her gaze, smiled, took it out and handed it over: "This is for you." ”

Ban Yuanjun put down the soup bowl and took it—a book.

That's right, this is Dahan's first line-bound book, although it is only a dozen pages thin, but it has extraordinary significance. This is a thread-bound book that was bound from cut paper last night. There is no technical difficulty in thread-bound books, as long as you have seen it, it is easy to make. After that, he personally copied more than a dozen "Book of Songs" as a gift to Ban Yuanjun.

Sure enough, this novel and unique book caused Ban Yuanjun to be delighted.

"Zhang Jun always has a wonderful idea." Ban Yuanjun opened the book with a smile, and the title page jumped into his eyes was the first poem of the Book of Songs.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove ......"

Ban Yuanjun's face turned red, and the sunset was about to sink at this moment......

……

There are three people on the top of the mountain, and there are three people at the bottom of the mountain, but they are quiet and silent.

Qingyan, Chu Liu, Qu Liang. The three of them are subordinate this time.

Today, it is the turn of the sixth guard, and Qu Liang is the driver, and as for Qingyan, it is specially arranged by Zhang Fang. The main consideration is that if the Banyuan monarch maid has any special needs, such as personal guards or something, Qingyan can come in handy.

Qingyan is still the same, dressed in men's clothes, with a belt around his waist, and twelve flying knives inserted, with a cold expression. The bow and arrow pouch of the sixth month are placed at the feet, and the bow is not wound. Qu Liang was already lame, and he was injured in the battle of Donggeng Fengsui, and he suffered from the cold in the West Pole, his body was not as good as before, his feet were half disabled, and he had to walk on crutches, and he basically lost his guard function.

After a while, there were footsteps on the mountain, and the three of them looked uplifted, and they were about to stand up, when a strong figure appeared. The three of them looked at each other and sat down again.

Qu Liang asked, "The ingredients were sent?" ”

The man nodded: "Send it, the little mistress told you not to help, just keep guard at the bottom of the mountain." ”

This is also an acquaintance, Ban Yuanjun's driver and bodyguard-Kunnu.

After Kunnu finished speaking, he thought about it, and couldn't help but ask: "You princes, can you really ......" He made a cooking motion.

Qu Liang laughed, glanced at Qingyan and said, "The ability of the son is definitely beyond your imagination, your little mistress and her maid have a good mouth." ”

Kunnu shook his head, and was about to say something, when he suddenly looked up at the courtyard gate and listened. Shao leaned and said to the three people: "I'll take a look." ”

Chu Liu also stood up with a bow and quiver. Qu Liang smiled and said: "It's almost dark this day, is it possible that there will be two sons, Zhang and Wang, who jumped over the wall and came in to climb the mountain and enjoy the scenery?" ”

Chu Liu sighed lightly: "It's hard to say, last time I saw that Wang Gongzi look unwilling......"

Qing Yan said coldly: "If it were me, I would have to let those two bastards see blood." ”

Chu Liu looked at Qing Yan twice, shook his head with a wry smile, he also knew that Qing Yan was just in a bad mood and was just talking angry. After the conflict with the palace last time, the sixth year of the first month has grown a lot. Knowing that Chang'an is not as good as Saiwai, there are some things, once he sees blood, it will not end well, and he will not cause trouble for his son again.

So when he clashed with Wang Zhu and Zhang Shangping for the second time, Chu Liu directly shot Wang Zhu's headscarf with an arrow, causing his scarf to fall and diverge, and Wang Zhu almost urinated at that time. This arrow knocked out Wang Zhu's sharpness, and also frightened Zhang Shangping, he never expected that the sixth day of the junior high school would dare to move the real character, and in the end the two of them still took the house slave and left.

The sixth day of junior high later reported the matter to Gongzi and was appreciated. However, thinking of Wang Zhu's hatred and Zhang Shangping's angry look, he has always been unsteady in his heart.

Chu Liu looked at Kunnu's disappearing back, and said to Qingyan and Qu Liang: "I'll go and see ...... too."

Before the words fell, a roar came.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Regarding the effect of drawing black and white photos with a brush, it is not nonsense, I personally tested it when I was a teenager (**) (to be continued.) )