Chu Junlan was stunned for a moment when asked, nodded and said, "The painting is good." ”

"Isn't it like a painting?" The Maugie snorted coldly.

Chu Junlan glanced at the "Tai Bai Xing" on the painting, and then looked at the people around her who had stopped painting and looked at her.

I have seen a lot of vivid character sketches, oil paintings and other "realistic" techniques, but these current character paintings that focus on "freehand" are really not like them.

But the Maoji people were obviously angry, Chu Junlan hesitated, and didn't want to make any extraneous branches, so he had to say helplessly: "Like." ”

"If so, why do you laugh so contemptuously! You clearly look down on the old disciple! ”

Mao Jiren was furious, got up angrily, and said dissatisfied: "The most disgusting thing in the life of the old man is that people like you, who have no ability to do it, but laugh at others, as a woman, it is not good to be born in the deep boudoir embroidery, but she came out to show her face!" What qualifications and capital ridicule do you have? If you have the ability, you can also draw one! If you can draw better than him, you will stop old decay! Otherwise, you don't want the words that the emperor said! ”

Chu Junlan is simply inexplicable, this old man has eaten cannonballs.

"Mr. Mao, the little girl came to pick up the words by order." That word was written by the emperor's will, but it was not her Chu Junlan who came to ask for it.

The Maoji people had a stiff neck, their eyes were round, and their beards were puffed up.

"Even if it is the emperor's will, it must be written by the old man! You are so contemptuous, you simply look down on my disciples, and you also look down on me! Trembling by your hand with such a contemptuous attitude, where can I write! ”

The smile on Chu Junlan's face faded a little, and he was already very angry in his heart. She really wanted to turn around and leave, since the Maoji people refused to give words, she didn't want it, but in this way, not only did she leave a handle, but also let him bully him according to the old man's wishes.

Chu Junlan is the most unwilling to give in and admit defeat, she can say no, but the other party can't use this matter to pressure her!

The little woman asked herself if she hadn't done anything excessive, why was Mr. Mao so angry? The little woman was ordered to come to ask for words, you must not be free to meet, the little woman Ansheng waited for nearly an hour, just glanced at the painting and smiled, you are so embarrassed, it is really out of everyone's grace. ”

"Am I losing your manners? It's clear that you laughed first! You don't have to argue with clever words! If you have the ability, you can also draw! ”

"How about how well I draw, and what if I don't draw well?" Chu Junlan twisted his eyebrows.

"If you draw better than him, like him, and the words ordered by the emperor are written to you, how about the old decay still worship you as a teacher?" The Maoji people are clearly contemptuous to the extreme.

"It's a deal!" Chu Junlan is the least afraid of people arguing with her, "Give me three days to prepare, and after three days, I will pick up the words." ”

Chu Junlan said and turned around and left.

Mao Jiren sneered: "Pretending, this kind of woman who is uneasy in the room and vainly tries to sell her reputation is too old!" ”

Chu Junlan paused, sneered and left the Mao Mansion.

It's boring to quarrel with the old man who has a thousand years, and she doesn't want to make extraneous branches, and when she can get the emperor's words, forget it, since the Maoji people don't look down on her, they don't see each other in the future.

But it is absolutely impossible to be belittled like that.

After Chu Junlan returned home, she thought about it all night, and the next day she took Zi Yan out of the door, and it took two days to prepare all the tools she needed.

On the evening of the third day, Xiao Xu instructed Jing Yu to carefully carry the things prepared by Chu Junlan into the car.

"I'll go with you, Mao Guo is known for his eccentric hand, I'll go, he may be more restrained, so as not to embarrass you too much."

"Well, you better not go." Chu Junlan smiled and took his hand and shook it, "You have a lot of things to do, not to mention that the wine shop still wants you to watch, and the printing of the wine ticket must also be supervised, this is also the emperor said to give words, there is no way to get stuck in Mr. Mao, if you don't get the words, I'm afraid that someone will make trouble in the future, otherwise I don't want to bother with him, it's better for you not to mix it in, lest someone say that you are oppressing people with your identity in the future." ”

Xiao Xu looked at her smiling eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

In fact, he wanted to show his identity directly, and let the Maoji people simply write and take it away, because Chu Junlan said that he was going to paint, and he had prepared materials for two days, but he really didn't understand it.

Two two-foot-square glass platforms, with a snowflake rice paper sandwiched in the middle, a wooden square box that can hold six glass lamps, and a large box of filtered and fried fine sand.

Xiao Xu didn't know what Chu Junlan was going to do, for fear that she would suffer a loss at that time, and secondly, she was also a little curious about how these strange things could be painted. He knew that Chu Junlan would never do something he was not sure of, and she was extremely high-spirited, and she had been humiliated like that by the Maoji people, she would definitely return it tenfold.

Chu Junlan pinched Xiao Xu's face, and the smooth touch caused her to "tsk" twice.

"Okay, don't worry, I won't suffer."

Xiao Xu had no choice but to nod and reluctantly see her leave.

Chu Junlan took Zi Yan and a few servants who were quick with their hands and feet to Maofu. When Menzi saw that it was Chu Junlan coming, he immediately greeted him politely.

The servants carefully carried the things that Chu Junlan had brought, and walked all the way in the direction of the front hall.

It was still the spacious hall last time, and it was still a table and chair painting case arranged like a gossip array, and the Maoji people were still sitting next to the painting cases in the middle as they did that day, letting his disciples paint, and seeing Chu Junlan and his party coming with a huge box, Maoji people's eyes narrowed.

"Mr. Mao." Chu Junlan smiled and saluted closer, and said politely, "I'm here to get the word rewarded by the emperor." ”

Mao Jiren snorted coldly: "The Holy Lord commanded, the old man naturally didn't dare to disobey, but what to write is up to you." When you laughed at my apprentice, you laughed at the old man, and now I want to see what you are capable of. ”

Chu Junlan smiled and stretched out his hand to point to what she brought.

"Today I want to use those to paint, and I ask Mr. Mao to move."

Maoji raised his chin and glanced curiously at the movements of the servants, only to see the servants lit the lamp and neatly placed it into the square box, and then put the two glazed platforms with snowflake rice paper on the square box, with grooves inside, which could jam the glazed platform, and each side was surrounded by a section of height.

At this time, it was already dark, Chu Junlan walked to the painting table and ordered someone to extinguish a few lanterns in the house. The bright light of the six lamps under the painting table shines through the glazed plane of white paper, which is dazzling.

Chu Junlan grabbed the special fine sand and painted on the homemade simple sand painting table.

When she was on a mission, she had pretended to be a girl from a sand painting studio to approach the mission goal, and she had specially learned, her slender fingers were like playing a good guqin, and she brushed it flexibly, which was a blank space, using the number, shade, yin and yang, and an old man sitting cross-legged and energetic jumped on the painting table.