Xuan Ling stepped forward to take a closer look and said to Yu Xi: "Mr. Yu, what do you think of this line drawing?" ”

Yu Xi kowtowed and said: "The grass people think that they are slightly better than the next. ”

"Okay, then you can come up and see for yourself."

Yu Xi got up, walked to the painting and glanced at it, and couldn't help but blush.

Xuan Ling smiled.

"I don't want to talk about the composition of this painting, your question is a line drawing, you see for yourself what your slightly longer line draws looks like, almost all have breakpoints, and Meng Xi's little painter has no at all, a stroke is a stroke, there is no hesitation and procrastination, even if the longest flower stem, it is also a stroke, you think you are the first reckless, I don't know where you got your confidence?"

Someone in the crowd shouted: "What's more, this surnamed Yu is a madman, just coax it out with fifty sticks!" ”

Quite a few people chimed in.

Yu Xi pounced and knelt down again, kowtowed: "The grass people should die, the grass people are arrogant, the little painter is really skilled, Yu is convinced, this third question doesn't need to come out, the villain admits defeat!" ”

Yue'er smiled in Xuan Ling's ear: "Although this person is crazy, he can admit his mistakes, and it is not incorrigible, in fact, the artistic conception of his second painting is still a lot better than the first one." ”

Xuan Ling nodded, his face soothing.

"Since you have said three questions, it is indispensable, but you have already admitted defeat, so this third question will be made by me, how about it?"

The crowd of onlookers applauded, and Yu Xi nodded again and again.

"Okay, the previous two questions are painting skills, I will come to this question to be empty, this question is a word empty, which of you has a better artistic conception of painting, who wins, remember, you can't hand over blank paper, time is half incense."

A maid broke half a stick of incense and lit it, Meng Xi and Yu Xi didn't rush to start this time, they each contemplated.

The crowd was talking, and Xuan Ling asked Yue'er, "If it were you, what would you paint?" ”

Yue'er thought for a long time, she saw the girl standing in front of the crowd, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, I will draw a charming girl." ”

"A young girl?"

Xuan Ling was a little surprised.

"Yes, the Buddha said, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, Yu'er paints a girl, isn't it okay?"

"Good, good, interesting, interesting!"

At this time, Meng Xi and Yu Xi had already started to paint separately, and after a while, Meng Xi had finished painting, Yue'er saw that he had drawn an open palm under the painting, and on it was a light ink, Yun Ye, Shan Ye, I don't know what?

When the time came, Yu Xi finished painting, but when he put down the pen, his face was very gray.

Yuxi painted a deciduous butterfly, a corner of the picture, a lonely grave looming, this scene, is indescribably desolate, Yue'er saw it, and her heart was inexplicably painful.

Xuan Ling looked at the two paintings, stroked his beard, and thought thoughtfully.

Sikong Man, Gao Taiwei and Ouyang Mu whispered, Lin Chengyong was a little embarrassed and stood aside, his appreciation of calligraphy and painting was still slightly insufficient.

"Meng Xi, what do you mean by this painting?"

After Xuan Ling groaned, he asked Meng Xilai first.

"Your Majesty, this painting of the minister is taken from the Han Yue Mansion to think, don't be lovesick, lovesick and unique, everything in the world can be let go, let go is empty."

Xuan Ling laughed and said, "Little Painter Meng, I don't know that you already have lovesickness in your heart, but I don't know who that person is?" ”

Meng Xi shook his head and said, "This is Xiao Chen's perception of emptiness, not a specific reference. ”

"Good"

Xuan Ling said to Yu Xi again: "Mr. Yu, the meaning of your painting is the difference between life and death, death is empty for the dead, and pain for the living, do you want to paint this artistic conception?" At this time, he called Yu Xi Mr., and obviously recognized the painting.

Yu Xi shook to the ground, his face full of sadness.

"Your Majesty's words, straight to the heart, the painting of the grass people, there is also a layer of meaning, it is the son who wants to raise but does not wait, so the painting of the grass people dares to be called empty."

Xuan Ling was a little sentimental, and the onlookers also nodded.

"Yes, the pain of your painting is deep in the bone marrow, it has transcended emptiness, and it can be renamed pain."

Yue'er feels that the artistic conception of these two paintings is similar, both of which are a faint pain, but Yu Xi's is more profound, in terms of painting skills alone, it is true that Meng Xi is much higher, but in terms of realm, Yu Xi should understand more deeply, perhaps because he was born poor and is used to seeing the hot and cold world.

Xuan Ling looked at Ouyang Mu and said, "Mr. Ouyang, tell me, which of these two paintings do you prefer?" ”

Ouyang Mu bowed and said, "Based on these two paintings alone, it is true that Mr. Yu's performance is more profound!" ”

Xuan Ling shook his head and said: "Meng Xiaohua looks down on feelings, thinking that letting go is empty, and Mr. Yu looks down on life and death, thinking that life and death are empty, this is the limit of their experience and age." He turned to Meng Xi again and said, "Who do you think can win these two paintings?" ”

"It's Mr. Yu who won, and the minister is ashamed."

Meng Xi took a step forward, knelt down and pleaded guilty, with frustration on his face, he had previously said that he would win all three questions, but his lack of experience made him unable to go beyond the age limit.

Yue'er felt that Xuan Ling was deliberately embarrassing Meng Xi, and he came up with such a question, perhaps with the meaning of deep love and hatred, and he wanted to carve Meng Xi well.

"Okay, since that's the case, in this competition, although Meng Xiaohua won two questions in a row, he said first, and losing one question is considered a loss, this is his personal victory or defeat, what does Mr. Yu think?"

Yu Xibai fell to the ground, and at this time he was in a frenzy.

"The grass people are foolish, today we know that there are mountains outside the mountains, there are people on people, on painting skills, villains are inferior to small painters."

"Okay, in that case, I'm allowed to enter the Imperial Painting Academy to become a painter, and in the future, you can learn the basic techniques and become a real painter!"

As soon as this remark came out, Yu Xi was pleasantly surprised, although he had said wildly before that he wanted to enter the Imperial Painting Academy to become a great painter, but the fight with Meng Xi just now had almost no chance of winning, if it weren't for the emperor's empty question, he would have been defeated.

"The emperor is wise, the grass people are grateful, Yuxi is fortunate to enter the Imperial Painting Academy, he must study hard and live up to his grace."

In Dawei, the painter has a monthly salary, and he can call himself a minister in front of the emperor, and the painter gets very little, basically only five taels of silver per month for living expenses, but in this way, ordinary people are also out of reach.

There was a round of applause from the crowd.

Taiwei Gao walked to Xuan Ling's side and arched his hand: "The emperor is broad-minded, and he has accepted a material that can be made, it is really my luck in the painting world, with Your Majesty's peerless talent, such a grand event will definitely go down in history and will be famous for centuries!" His sycophancy was like a surging river.

Yue'er is very ashamed of Captain Gao's whiskers.

Sikong Man, Lin Chengyong and Ouyang Mu couldn't listen to it and let it aside.

At this time, the girl who had been staring at Yue'er suddenly walked out of the crowd quickly, holding a scroll in her hand, and bowed down to Xuan Lingying.

"The people's daughter greets the emperor in a thousand words, may my emperor live long live, long live."

Ouyang Mu frowned, and shouted: "What a thousand words, who is the person in charge of the escort here today, why did another one come out and collide with the holy driver, and he didn't catch it and take it away!" ”

Two guards stepped forward to catch the girl, only to see her bow her head and rush, actually passing under the armpits of the two of them, Yue'er saw it, and couldn't help but be taken aback, this girl was fast, and she was actually a practitioner.

"Your Majesty, the people's daughter is here to donate a collection of paintings to the New Tibetan Painting Pavilion, this painting is a rare treasure, please Your Majesty must taste it yourself!"

Hearing this, Xuan Ling waved his hand to the guards who stopped in front of him and said, "Let's do it slowly, let her say first, what is her identity and what kind of painting do you want to donate?" ”

The girl smiled slightly and said, "The little girl is the daughter of the owner of Bi Zhuang in the Sunrise Money Village of Windy City, and her name is Bi Qianyu. ”

Xuan Ling was stunned, he knew that there was a Bi Zhuang owner in the Risheng Money Village in Gale City, but he didn't know that this owner had such a heroic daughter.

Taiwei Gao patted his hand again and said: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, Your Majesty's rebuilding of the Tibetan Painting Pavilion is a holy move, and it is a great goodness, and even the people are enthusiastically offering books and paintings, which is really a great fortune in the world!" ”

Xuan Ling laughed, he was in a good mood, Zhaoju, that ignorant child, actually persuaded himself not to waste money and money, and the next time I saw him, I would teach him a hard lesson.

"Miss Bi, what paintings do you want to donate?"

"Your Majesty, this painting is a picture of the ladies of the Tang Palace collected by my father, and its painters are the most famous female painters in the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Xuan and Zhou Fang.