Emperor Huizong is a saint in the sky, and his art is extremely godly.

- "Painting Succession"

"Friends? If you need to, Chu Langjun, you can go down first to say hello, and then come up later. ”

Ma Gong is fair.

Chu Feng shook his head and smiled: "There is no need to arrive." ”

He thought that those people didn't want to see him now, especially He Junhao, who left in the name of something in the store, and abandoned the Danqing competition. If you see yourself in this kind of place now, then He Junhao is afraid that he will be blown up.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng couldn't help but laugh.

It's not that I haven't seen people like He Junhao, after all, there are many art students who have come into contact with in later generations, and they have studied art...... How to say it, there is more or less a posture of looking down on others. This kind of contempt, similar to the chain of contempt, naturally exists within the circle.

In later generations, many people who studied Western painting looked down on those who studied Chinese painting, those who studied landscape looked down on those who studied flowers and birds, and those who studied abstract school looked down on those who studied impressionism...... If you really talk about all these things, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish talking about them in one day and one night. But if you really go after the reason for this contempt, I am afraid that there are very few people who can really say it. Everyone thinks that what they are studying is more difficult and larger, and in the final analysis, this is probably the only reason.

But even for people who study the same school of painting, there is no standard measure for making art, and it is difficult to say who is high and who is low.

As a result, there will always be some people who feel that the art they have made is extraordinarily sunny and snowy. If everyone is so impressed, it naturally proves his ability. But if everyone is greatly degraded. He can also sigh with emotion, "Everyone in the world is drunk, I am sober", insulting the inferior aesthetic vision of the world, and saying a few words, "My art was born hundreds of years ago." Otherwise......" and so on.

This kind of madman can be found in all walks of life. It's just that on the road of art, it's a little bit more.

It is this kind of aura exuded by He Junhao's body.

Of course, Chu Feng has never seen He Junhao's painting skills, so what kind of madman is he. Chu Feng couldn't make up his mind easily.

Is it the kind of person who has no talent but complains about the society in vain, or does he really have enough capital to be arrogant. Chu Feng didn't know.

As for He Junhao's opinion, hatred is not enough. Although He Junhao was facing Chu Feng. He couldn't help but exude that kind of contempt, but Chu Feng knew very well that this kind of person was actually like this for everyone, not just for himself. So this kind of angry feedback is unnecessary.

I like it, but I can't. If you really make friends with this kind of person. It's probably just a matter of hypocrisy and wrongdoing, if it's really a sincere heart, it's almost no different from masochism. Chu Feng didn't have this mood either.

The best way for such people is, of course, to stay away.

"After a while, Mother Li of this Fan Lou will come up with a question, and everyone will paint separately. My identity, it's not good to come forward directly, and the painting will be signed in your name in a while, so you can take it out. ”

Huizong also came to the window at some point. Commanded with a light smile.

Chu Feng was stunned when he heard this, he couldn't think of it. This noble man went to such great lengths to get himself back, just to make himself a façade.

But why are you looking for him? The nobleman's guards grabbed a lot of them, and they should just find someone.

Probably seeing Chu Feng's doubts, Huizong smiled and said, "Always find someone who looks similar." You have also seen these guards around me, all of them are five big and three thick, and the hand holding the knife is different from the one holding the pen. You have a good bearing and a handsome appearance, so let you pretend to be my reputation, at the very least, it won't make me too embarrassed. Moreover, the most important thing is that after all, you are a person who has been immersed in the calligraphy and painting industry, even if you talk more and are asked more questions by others for a while, you should not be in trouble. ”

Chu Feng listened, and he didn't know what kind of mood was emerging in his heart, so he could only smile bitterly for a while.

"Chu Langjun, this is actually a good thing! My family's paintings are unparalleled in the entire city of Tokyo. Now this matter may just be done casually for my family Ah Lang, but for Chu Langjun, it is a big thing that is enough to leave a name in history! Think about it, isn't it a good thing that you became famous all over the world tonight, and fame came so easily? ”

Chu Fengshang didn't know Huizong's identity, he only regarded him as an ordinary imperial relative, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

Things have come to this point, if you want to "escape", it must not work, there are people guarding outside, and behind him is involved in Fan's calligraphy and painting shop, Wenduan and Cheng Yuan, two gentlemen, if you really can run the monk can't run the temple, with the identity of the other party, once the fire starts, it will become something he can't deal with.

And then again, there was no need for him to run away. Regardless of whether the other party's paintings are good or bad, in fact, for Chu Feng himself, it doesn't have much to do with it. In his opinion, no one should notice him, even if there is really a sensational event that becomes famous in one fell swoop, if there is no blessing from various articles in the future, this kind of fame is naturally only temporary and fleeting, and has no real meaning.

It's just that...... Anyway, purely from this matter, Chu Feng always felt a little awkward.

It feels like you've found a gunman...... It's strange that the partial-born gunman and his employer have lost their positions again.

Scratching his head, Chu Feng smiled bitterly: "I don't care if you're famous. It's just that I'm afraid that people will find out about my painting skills in the future...... Under the fame, it is actually difficult to deserve, and I am afraid that it will be said to be ugly. ”

Huizong thought about it when he heard this, and said, "I forgot about this layer." After thinking about it for a while, he instructed Gonggong Ma, "Send sixty yuan to this Chu Langjun's mansion tomorrow." Chu Feng, this can be regarded as compensation for you! ”

"I didn't mean that," Chu Feng really cried and laughed, "There's no need to give money." ”

Ma Gonggong hurriedly smiled and came out to play the round, and said, "Chu Langjun doesn't have to care. Calling you down from Wangjing Mountain outside the city before is a tiring thing in itself, and we should compensate for it a little. Yes. Where is Chu Langjun's mansion? The old slave will send someone to bring the money tomorrow. ”

"No, no, really."

"In this case, then it will be sent to the calligraphy and painting shop tomorrow!" Ma Gonggong lightly made a decision on this matter and settled it.

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver at all, Chu Feng shook his head with a smile.

Mr. Fumibata once said that he should learn to cultivate his reputation in the city of Tokyo. He had racked his brains because of this matter before, and even sent a letter to Hangzhou City. discussed this matter very seriously with Liu Zhengqing. But he didn't expect that after the real life was opened, someone would take the initiative to help him......

glanced at the nobleman. Chu Feng couldn't help frowning slightly.

If your guess is correct, the person in front of you should be a relative of Emperor So-and-so, otherwise there will be no eunuchs around to serve. But if it is a real relative of the emperor, no matter how noble the status is. It doesn't seem like there's a need to hide your identity in the Qinglou, right?

Chu Feng didn't figure this out. But somehow, I had an idea, and I thought: Could it be that this noble man is the chief eunuch in the palace? Coming to Qinglou as a eunuch for fear of being criticized, so he hid his identity?

But it depends on the age...... It doesn't seem like it.

Naturally, he didn't know that a generation of Huizong had become the chief eunuch in the palace by him at this time......

"All the guest officials deign to come here, Fan Lou is really full of splendor......"

The bustle downstairs lifted and fell slightly, and a laughing voice remembered. The chaotic noise was gradually calmed down, replaced by a small and suppressed noise.

Chu Feng glanced out again from the gap in the curtain. It turned out to be a woman in her early thirties who stepped onto the stage and spoke to everyone as the host.

In the room opposite the second floor, the door was open. Xiao Ting, Xu Qing, He Junhao, and the others who had just climbed the mountain together were rushing in at this time. If you open the curtain in front of you, those people can see themselves very clearly.

Huizong behind him stepped forward, obviously to take a look at the scene outside. Chu Feng didn't dare to hold it up, so he took two steps back to the side and gave up his position.

Gonggong Ma instructed the servants to bring chairs from the side, so that Huizong could sit down and rest.

Huizong took a cup of tea, sat sideways in front of the window, pressed his right leg on the sitting leg, and only looked at the various things outside through the gap of a curtain, which looked a little inexplicably noble and leisurely.

"Heh, the Shaofu Supervisor and the Guanglu Temple Judge Temple attendants are here. This young eunuch is also interesting, he was still at home in the early part of the year, and now he has come to such a place. ”

"The girl on the far left seems to be new? Never seen it. ”

Huizong leisurely looked at the scene outside the window, and said some gossip from time to time, and Ma Gonggong smiled on the side to answer a few words.

"Oh, is it a beautiful person? This Mother Li is also a scheming heroine, and painting beauties in Fan Lou is indeed a good thing. ”

It seems that there is a painting problem downstairs.

The lively sound resurfaced, and Huizong stood up, ordered someone to lay out the paper and polish the ink, straightened his sleeves, and prepared to start painting.

Chu Feng leaned to the window and looked down, there was already a young woman on the platform again, the silk bamboo gradually sounded, and the girls in light and swaying skirts danced softly.

A few servants began to weave through the crowd with pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and if anyone in the hall on the first floor wanted to paint, they stopped them, picked up the table in front of them, removed the wine and food, and temporarily turned it into a desk.

In the opposite room, two servants also sent pen and ink through the door.

Xiao Ting stood at the door, smiled and said a few words to the subordinates, and then took out a few scattered copper coins and rewarded them casually.

"Chu Lang can paint himself?"

Huizong chose a brush and asked casually.

Hearing this, Chu Feng retracted his gaze, turned around and took two steps towards the place where Huizong was, keeping an appropriate distance: "A little bit." ”

Huizong nodded, thinking about it in his heart, but after two or three breaths, he began to write.

Chu Feng was slightly shocked in his heart, even if Mr. Cheng Yuan painted, he would not have such a confident attitude.

Moreover, what shocked Chu Feng even more was that the noble man in front of him not only had a calm demeanor when he put down his pen, but even his writing skills were also proficient.

When others are painting, if they are too close, they will inevitably be suspected of stealing teachers. In order to avoid suspicion, Chu Feng was not standing close.

At this time, he could not see the details of the actual ink on the paper, only the sporadic ink lines occasionally flickered due to the wetness. If you can't see the ink, it doesn't mean you can't see the brush in your hand. Chu Feng was almost shocked to watch the vermilion purple wolf bounce in the hands of the nobleman, sometimes his wrist hanging down and lightly tapping the paper, and sometimes the sideways were like a great fortune......

Chu Feng suddenly had an illusion. It's as if the brush in the other person's hand is not painting at all, but is completing a very rhythmic dance. His pen is like a natural result, no need to think too much, no need to step by step, just simply sketch by hand, but create a kind of beauty that is almost in line with life.

Such a posture, even Chu Feng, who has thousands of famous paintings in his mind, has never seen it.

He was almost stunned, and for a moment, he didn't quite understand what was happening in front of him.

The oil lamp in the house burst out with an oil flower, and before it could be heard far, it was muffled by the noise downstairs.

The sound of some people's laughter came in, and a few words could be discerned sporadically, mostly praise and praise, but now that these things have fallen into Chu Feng's ears, it is meaningless.

He looked at the brush bouncing in Huizong's hand almost stupidly, something began to throb in his heart, and a silent voice like a mantra began to vibrate in Chu Feng's mind.

Chu Feng suddenly understood something, something.

Many of the questions that he had been thinking about and couldn't figure out when he was painting, just in Huizong's few smooth movements, Chu Feng suddenly became enlightened.

This feeling...... How to say it, it's like a person who doesn't know how to play mahjong and has always played mahjong as a building block, and suddenly saw the real mahjong gameplay.

That feeling of empowerment was exactly what Chu Feng was experiencing.

Chu Feng was a little panicked.

He felt as if he had just been struck by lightning, and many things had become different.

He looked at the brush in Huizong's hand without blinking, and looked at the other party's side face that was leisurely and leisurely under the oil light...... Chu Feng's heart suddenly jumped and he realized something.

Chu Feng felt as if the blood in his whole body had been completely drained in an instant, and his hands and feet were cold.

He could hear his own breathing, his heartbeat, and almost hear the sound of blood flowing through his body.

He panicked.

Really panicked.

For the first time in his seventeen years of life, he was truly panicked.

Because in front of the person in front of him, he didn't know what he should do or say.

He couldn't even trust his eyes, he couldn't trust his own judgment.

But in addition to Huizong himself, during the Xuanhe period, which royal relatives would have such the power of Danqing? (To be continued.) )