Huai Wang thought about her so much, Chang Le naturally warmed his heart, and felt that he didn't hug the wrong thigh.

What a blessing she is, after crossing here, she met Liu Chengyan on the front foot and Wang Huai on the back foot, handsome, rich, powerful and status.

Chang Le got up obediently, saluted King Huai, and said with a smile: "Thank you, eldest brother, eldest brother rested earlier, and the righteous sister will retreat." ”

The black porcelain teacup slowly rotated in King Huai's hand, rippling with layers of ripples. At the next moment, the teacup was lifted, and a flower-like powder was reflected on it, and the eyes were full of helpless pampering.

King Huai couldn't help but muttered two sentences in his heart: "Big brother ......"

Speaking of which, Si An's previous temperament was not much different from Chang Le, innocent and unscrupulous. It's easy for Si An to change his temperament, and he can't afford such a girl again.

……

The next day, Chang Le got up early, because the horse's horse farm was closed, and she couldn't go. Although Chang Le once suspected that it was the colt who was afraid that she would find some flaws, so he made an excuse not to let her go again.

In any case, Chang Le didn't observe the shape of the horse at all, and in order to paint a good work, he retreated to the stable of King Huai's mansion. Ren Yun, Wu Ze and Shili all followed her, and they were stunned to accompany her in the stable from day to night. Wenshui will come over to see the situation if she has nothing to do.

Changle can go from feeding the horses to riding and walking the horses, from the horses getting up to watch the horses sleep, and sometimes directly at the stable.

This is also driven by Chang Le's inexplicable curiosity, wanting to feel what the miserable life of the sleeping horse circle is like. She tried it herself, her back hurt all over her body, her neck was stiff, and she really slept once and never wanted to sleep a second time.

After four or five days of mixing with the horses, Chang Le sat in the stable for another day, repeatedly revising and perfecting them, and finally drew the final draft of "The Horse Picture" on July 26.

When Shili and the others saw it, they couldn't help but marvel and praise.

Chang Le stared at his work quietly, excited but also a little regretful.

This "Horse Picture", she learned Xu Beihong's painting method and imagery, combined with her understanding and observation of horses these days, and painted it. The degree of imitation is much better than the previous one, but compared with Mr. Xu Beihong's works, it is still 108,000 miles behind.

However, she still has confidence that this painting is not ranked among the top in the Da family's art world, but it can be regarded as a top class.

The next day was July 27.

"Owner, this horse came to inspect the painting in person, I don't know if the "Horse Picture" can be painted?" The horses came with the guards in a rage.

Today's painting workshop is also a little more lively than in the past, I heard that Changle is going to hand over the horse "Horse Picture" today, and I came to see the excitement.

Chang Le was greeting a guest, seeing this, let Shili continue to greet him, he waved his sleeves, crossed his waist and came to the horse, and said with a smile: "The horse came really early, and the painting is ready." If the colt doesn't mind, let's just test it here, shall we? ”

"It's okay, let everyone see how the owner's painting skills are." The colt sneered and hooked his lips, and his face still maintained a generous and enlightened appearance.

Chang Le looked at him pretending, his expression was very angry, and he felt uncomfortable for a while, secretly wondering why King Huai hadn't investigated what the horse and the Yuguo people had done? Why did you still let this person appear in front of her?

Since this person hasn't fallen yet, she can only deal with it first. Her hands were raised to her right, and her long sleeves slid down, revealing her fair, thin arms.

Chang Le clapped his hands and said indifferently: "Take out the painting, please take it out!" ”

The sound fell, and Shili took out the simple framed picture scroll from behind the counter.

Seeing the size of the painting, the people standing in the center of the field consciously moved out of the way and walked to both sides of the horse to watch, wanting to see the power of this "Horse Picture" for the first time.

Chang Le also stepped aside and nodded towards Shili.

"Slowly, since it's a painting inspection, you have to let people with high morality judge it." The colt suddenly stopped, and put on a look of following the rules, but it was full of provocation.

Chang Le couldn't help but feel weak, and pretended to be calm: "What the horse said is, I don't know who to judge?" ”

"Naturally, the former Dongge University Scholar, who is known as the contemporary Feng Zishan-" The horse raised his voice, waved his hand, made a "please" gesture, and said, "Feng Jianglan, Feng Ge Lao!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned and looked in the direction pointed by the colt.

I saw an old man. His hair was tied up with gray, a simple blue cloth belt, a beard with white flowers a few inches long, and a blue-gray Confucian costume, and he slowly and leisurely descended from the second floor of the Tianjia Painting Workshop. His men did not carry crutches, nor did they have attendants with them to help them.

He walked steadily, his eyes were sharp, and his posture was straight. When people look at it, they can only think of the words "old and strong".

Chang Le watched this Feng Ge Lao's every move in amazement, not knowing when he came to the Tianjia Painting Workshop, nor when he went up to the second floor.

Presumably there were too many guests, and the attention of the people in the workshop was on how to deal with the horses, and they didn't notice such an ancient old man with a different temperament.

The reputation of this Feng Ge Lao, Chang Le has never heard of it, so he can't talk about it.

Feng Ge Lao, named Feng Jianglan, is known as a layman, and used to be a bachelor in the East Pavilion.

The East Pavilion is a place where the talents of the Great Clan are recruited, and most of the doctors of Wenli and Education are also located here. The emperor greatly promoted the matter of education, and set up county histories in various places, and the post of county history also appointed many East Pavilion scholars. Those who were born here, even if their official positions and status are low, they can make some fame in the literary world.

Feng Jianglan has now retired to live in leisure for five years, and every day is self-cultivation, traveling in the mountains and rivers and painting. This person is so powerful, not only was he born in Dongge and is a scholar of Dongge University, but more powerfully, as introduced by the concubine, this Feng Ge Lao has the reputation of contemporary Feng Zishan.

Feng Zishan's most famous painting is landscape painting, and Feng Ge Lao is also the same. His great rivers are gorgeous and majestic, and he sighs when he looks at them. Even the large area of the Tianjia Painting Workshop has many works by Feng Gelao, and Chang Le also treats him as half an idol in his heart.

Feng Jianglan is a low-key person, he doesn't like to show his head, everyone only knows his paintings, and they have heard of his name, but they have never seen him. Seeing it today, everyone is excited, whispering endlessly, mostly about Feng Ge Lao's admiration.

reacted that Feng Ge Lao was going to be a judge, Chang Le's hands began to sweat, and when Feng Ge Lao stood in front of the horse, his palms were already soaked.

"The old man has seen the pony." Feng Ge Lao arched his hand, slowly bent down, and made a Confucian salute.

The horse hurriedly smiled and helped him up, and said, "Feng Ge is very polite, this time, I also trouble Feng Ge to check the painting." ”

"It's not just for hunting, but it's also incumbent on the old man."

After Feng Ge Lao said that, he flicked his sleeves and turned sideways, stood in a row with the horse, and stood face to face with Chang Le.

Chang Le was even more stunned by his majestic eyes, and in line with the concept of respecting the old artist, he first made a big salute to Feng Ge Lao, and said respectfully: "The little woman Chang Le has seen Feng Ge Lao, and she is fortunate to let Feng Ge Lao pass her eyes, and she is terrified. ”

Feng Ge didn't look at Chang Le at all, but said softly: "Let's inspect the painting." ”

"Okay." Chang Le responded nervously and made a gesture to Shili.

Shili and Ren Yun were in front of the counter, and in front of everyone, the picture scroll was slowly unfolded.

But on the painting paper, which is five feet five long and about three feet wide, eight horses gallop on the grass, with different shapes, all of them are free and easy. The combination of hook and ink dyeing has a god shape.

"This horse is really alive!"

"Great, really good! I didn't expect that the owner of this Tianjia Painting Workshop was quite capable and could paint such a good painting! ”

"Just this painting, let alone using it in the paddock, even if it is sent to the palace, it is no problem at all!"

“……”

There were no exclamations of exclamation, and one by one they widened their eyes and saw the right side of the scroll from the left side of the scroll. Unfortunately, most of the people are not standing in a good position and cannot see the whole picture.

The people with the best position in the whole field and can see the whole picture are the colt and Feng Gelao.

When the colt first saw it, he was also amazed for a moment, and his heart throbbed a little. He loves horses, and has seen countless "Horse Pictures", but such a majestic "Horse Picture" is rare, especially the difference in her painting techniques, which is even rarer.

"What should I do, horse?" Hu Fen, the senior guard next to the horse, whispered in the horse's ear, "She really drew it, and she looks very powerful." ”

The horse turned his head and glared at him, silencing Hu Fen, tilting his head and waiting for Feng Ge Lao's judgment, and the corners of his mouth showed a seemingly absent smile.

Hearing their voices of appreciation, Chang Le felt confident for a while, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Gelao, with more confidence and expectation in his apprehension.

"Eight Horses?"

Elder Feng Ge was silent for a long time, and then he spoke in a low voice, and his voice had the vicissitudes of an old man. brushed his beard, and looked Chang Le up and down uncertainly.

Chang Le's heart suddenly lifted, and he nodded respectfully: "Exactly." ”

He didn't dare to say another word, for fear of ruining his impression in his mind.

Immediately, the audience also held their breath and waited to hear what Feng Ge Lao had to say.

"At a young age, I made this painting ......"

Chang Le swallowed his saliva and waited for the second half of Feng Ge Lao's sentence. Vultures, Feng Ge's old eyes were shining, his expression was serious and indifferent, which frightened Chang Le into a shock, and he couldn't help but take half a step back under his feet.

This old artist is really strong, in front of him, Chang Le has a funny sense of playing a big knife in front of the public, and his heart is very strong.

"It's just child's play!" Feng Ge Lao stretched out his hand in annoyance, and pointed at Chang Le.

These words were like a heavy hammer, slamming in front of everyone in the Tianjia Painting Workshop, causing gasps of astonishment from the surroundings. Feng Ge's old calloused index finger was like a sharp sword, stabbing Chang Le's heart fiercely.

If this sentence was said by a colt, Chang Le could laugh indifferently, knowing that he was deliberately targeted, and also knowing that he was a "three-no" person with no aesthetics, no vision and no qualifications.

The person who can say this sentence is not a concubine, nor an ordinary painter, but Feng Gelao, who has the reputation of "contemporary Feng Zishan". He is the authority of the art world in this era, representing the level of the world art world.

Art has no boundaries of time and space, nor can it be viewed through the eyes of evolution.