In fact, the Imperial Painting Academy is divided into the front yard and the back hall, the front yard is the big painters, they are not many people, but they are all top masters, and the back yard is the young painters selected from all over the world, they have been strictly screened, here to learn painting skills.

Yue'er exclaimed: "They are so bold, doesn't Your Majesty blame them?" ”

"I can't blame, but respect, they are painting in the middle of the rise, and a noise may spoil the mood!"

Yue'er stuck out her tongue, he felt that the current Xuan Ling had changed again, like a restrained little Taoist boy.

"Why does Your Majesty spoil them so much?"

Xuan Ling sighed, took Yue'er, Gonggong Tong and two guards, and walked cautiously towards a small building.

Yue'er suddenly felt that Xuan Ling's appearance at the moment was very ridiculous, he didn't look like an emperor at all.

Outside the small building was a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor, a scholar was dozing off in a cotton robe.

Xuan Ling walked over and asked in a low voice, "Is Master Ze here?" ”

The scholar snorted, didn't even open his eyes, and said, "Here, drawing." ”

Father-in-law Tong was displeased, and was about to pick him up, but Xuan Ling stopped: "Leave him alone, let's go in carefully, Master Ze paints, and hates other people's noise the most!" He said as he opened the door of the small building.

As soon as the door opened, there was a whoosh, and a broken shoe flew out, brushed Xuan Ling's ear, and fell into the lake.

There was an angry scolding from the small building, and an old voice said: "What kind of person, Lao Tzu is coming to disturb at a critical juncture!" ”

Xuan Ling hurriedly confessed.

"It's me, it's me, I don't know that Master Ze has painted at a critical moment, and it's disturbing!"

"It turned out to be the emperor, oops, offended, offended!"

The voice knew that it was today, and it didn't mean to apologize at all.

Xuan Ling then pulled Yue'er and walked in.

"Master Ze, your shelf is too big, I want to ask, how is your "Thousand Miles of Benz River" drawn?"

"It will take half a year, and the emperor will be able to see the whole picture in the first half of the year!"

At this time, Yue'er saw the situation inside this small building, there was only a long table in this small building, all kinds of paints were thrown on the ground, the walls were painted with ink and paint, and a raunchy little old man was lying on the table, and under him was a long scroll, drawing something with a wolf hair.

Yue'er heard that Xuan Ling just said that it was "A Thousand Miles of the River", and then she took a closer look and was immediately surprised, because there were many characters on this long scroll, they had rich expressions and different dresses, and the most rare thing was that this little old man painted the scene by the Ben River vividly, and it was actually a vivid picture of the market.

Xuan Ling was amazed.

"I'm really looking forward to the completion of this long scroll, Master Ze has been collecting folk style for ten years, and he has been painting here for more than a year, and he is finally going to complete it!"

Yue'er nodded, she carefully looked at the part painted on the ground, and saw a crowded place by the Ben River, a group of people surrounded a fortune teller in fortune telling, opposite the fortune teller was a woman holding a child, her clothes were a little messy, she was stretching out a hand, her face seemed to be very anxious, and there was a rickety man standing behind the woman, who was also worried.

"Master Ze, is this woman looking for someone?"

Master Naze raised his head, revealing a scruffy face, he glanced at Yue'er, snorted disdainfully, and lowered his head to paint.

Xuan Ling hurriedly said: "Yu'er, Master Ze hates others interrupting his train of thought the most, let's go, and come back to appreciate it when he finishes painting." ”

Yue'er pushed the end of the long scroll on the ground to the side, and found that there was another fortune teller at intervals, this time the fortune teller's stall was placed under a willow tree, and there was a little beggar sitting on the side, the little beggar was very pitiful, he had broken a pair of legs, and he could only crawl, and the fortune teller was taking out a penny to send him away.

"Oh, I see, the woman and her husband lost their child, and they wanted to ask where the child was now, and this paragraph is to write that the child has become a beggar!"

"Oh, Yu'er, don't talk nonsense!"

Xuan Ling was busy pulling Yue'er, he was afraid that Master Ze would be unhappy.

Who knows that Master Ze smiled coldly, put down the brush in his hand with a snap, turned around and said, "Your Majesty, may I ask which concubine is this?" ”

"This is Concubine Duan, the first time she came, she had no intention of offending the master, I will take her away, please bear with me!"

Master Ze's face was ugly, and he said: "What to do, she must have a degree of nonsense, don't say that she is ugly, and she is not allowed to leave!" ”

Yue'er naturally didn't know what Master Ze meant, she was completely guessing.

"Master Ze, don't be angry, I just saw the little beggar associate them, if it's a random guess, then I guess there is a fortune teller in your painting!"

Master Ze's eyes widened, and he said, "Yes, have you peeked at Master Ben's painting?" ”

Yue'er shook her head again and again, and Xuan Ling also testified: "Concubine Duanniang has been in the palace for more than a year and has never come out, how can I see your masterpiece!" ”

"That's what the emperor told her!"

"No, you only started painting this painting a year ago, I've been here a few times, how can you look so closely?"

Master Naze thought about it reasonably, and his tone softened slightly.

"Okay, so tell me what the fortune teller at the front is like, and what scene will he appear in?"

Yue'er thought for a while and said: "Yu'er guessed, don't be angry, I saw the third paragraph just now, that is a woman's fortune telling and looking for her son, and the second paragraph is the tragic experience of losing her son. ”

Master Ze was furious, slapped the table and said: "It's nonsense, nonsense, you don't know what painting appreciation is!" ”

Seeing that Master Ze was angry, Xuan Ling actually said flatteringly: "Master don't be angry, don't be angry, Concubine Duan has short knowledge, don't be like her!" ”

Master Ze carefully opened the long scroll and turned to the front, and sure enough, a fortune teller appeared by the river again, and this time the fortune teller around him was a young scholar who was rushing to take the exam, obviously asking about his future.

Yue'er's eyes were sharp, and she saw a couple with a child in the crowd stopping to watch, so she pointed and said: "Master, they don't tell fortunes, but they are also in your paintings, I am not wrong!" ”

Master Ze opened his mouth and was dumbfounded, with a look that he didn't even notice, and then snorted several times.

"If you don't paint, you don't paint, how can you misinterpret the old masterpiece like this!"

"So, what was the master's intention?"

"This is not a flashback story at all, the first one is to draw a candidate who has no bottom in his heart, he may not have the talent to read, so he is very worried about rushing for the exam, this is a mentality of today's readers, don't you say?"

Yue'er and Xuan Ling nodded together.

"Well, the second one is a little beggar, this is the real life of some poor people today, ten years of old and decaying, these scenes have been painted countless drafts, all vividly, the lives of these poor people, he has nothing to do with the couple in the crowd in front of him!"

Xuan Ling sighed, he thought it was very interesting, every time he came, Master Ze ignored him and rarely spoke, but this time he actually said so much in one breath.

"Okay, the third is a fortune teller, they may be a couple, it doesn't matter, the old man painted this, just because among the fortune tellers, women are the majority, some of them ask about marriage, some ask about the future, the old man thinks that she has no life and a worrying future, so he painted it, but how can you see him as a coherent story?"

Yue'er Qi said: "Why can't it be seen as a coherent story, there are allusions in the poem, there can also be love, there are poems in the painting, there can also be a story, is it wrong?" ”

Master Ze hummed and thought about it with his chin propped up.

"You seem to have a point!"

Yue'er looked at the scene again, and suddenly pointed to the two people behind the crowd, who were a woman and a splash.

"You see, this story is very complete, they are the traffickers who cheated the children, they have been keeping an eye on the couple, isn't there another intention!"

Master Ze sighed, took out a thick draft booklet and flipped it, and soon he turned to one of the pages, and sure enough, the woman's cheeky eyes were sinister and cunning, he slapped his forehead, stomped his feet and said: "Sure enough, sure enough, why didn't you realize it?" ”