Chapter Seventy-Five: The Man Who Painted 3
The distance he handed was not far away, and it seemed that he had never handed a silk handkerchief, which seemed rusty.
There was a hint of surprise in Chu Tian's eyes, and he didn't know whether to take it or not.
Wangsheng tilted his head to look at this picture, and said twice: "The son even handed people a silk handkerchief... Shaking his head as he spoke, he looked at Chu Tian again: "Princess Xi, what did you see in the illusion?" ”
Chu Tian turned back to Wangsheng and said, "I'll talk about it later." ”
Bai Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the handkerchief he handed out, his expression seemed to not understand why he handed out the handkerchief. Immediately withdraw the handkerchief and put it in the sleeve.
Chu Tian turned her head to meet the housekeeper's wide eyes, and she forgot to speak in front of others.
"You go, help me bring a few paintings of the master, the second son, and the third son." Chu tilted his chin at the butler.
The butler nodded and went out.
Chu Tian looked at Bai Chen and Wangsheng and said, "Just now in the illusion, I saw that it was a mute girl who painted this picture, and also copied an identical one. In the previous vision, I also saw many such pavilion landscape paintings on the ground, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time. Now that I think about it, it's possible that those paintings were all painted by mute girls. If this is the case, then the master of the Lou family and several sons are all deceitful and famous. I used other people's paintings to achieve my own fame. ”
Chu Tian sighed deeply, the light frost on his eyelashes was lightly touched, his eyes were full of distress, and said, "You haven't seen the little dilapidated house where she lives." You have never seen her look of satisfaction as she paints in that dilapidated hut, in a room that leaks rain. You didn't see the expectant look in her eyes as she looked at the small, windowless window. He sighed again.
Forgetfulness ran over and rubbed her legs, as if to comfort her.
Bai Chen raised his hand and quietly pulled it to his side, and said to Chu: "But you have already used a spell today, and it is useless to bring other paintings." ”
Because of anger and anger, Chu Tilt forgot about it: "Yes... I forgot. Then I'll borrow the painting and look at it tomorrow. ”
The housekeeper brought the painting and reluctantly lent it to Chu Tian, as if he was afraid that Chu Tian would ruin the painting if he raised his hand. Chu Tian looked at these paintings carefully, pavilions, mountains and rivers, the same ghostly workmanship.
This can explain why one of their family members paints mountains and rivers, one paints pavilions and pavilions, and one paints beautiful women. Because these paintings were originally painted by a single person. Scold. It turned out that the husband was not guilty, but he was guilty.
This also explains why Loufu has an endless stream of customers, but never accepts apprentices. Because they accept disciples, they can't teach at all. It is rumored that Lou Chengshuang fell ill in his thirties, and when he got better, he suddenly opened his mind, and his painting art was natural. It's all nonsense.
Come to think of it, the third prince has become famous with his true skills. The mute girl and the third son are both gifted people, they appreciate each other and paint together. In this way, mutual affection is logical.
Bai Chen asked the housekeeper about the life of the mute girl, but there were not many clues. I only learned the location of her hometown, and I plan to set out there tomorrow to investigate.
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Chu Tian dragged his tired steps back to the house. As soon as I entered the door, I was stunned.
In the past, there were several large potted plants scattered in the front yard, and four pine trees were planted. Chu Tian was still like that when he left in the morning, he changed his appearance when he came back now.