Chang Le does not have a certain sense of superiority because he is from the modern era, thinking that his painting skills are better than those of the ancients, no matter who he faces criticism and accusations, he is conceited that they do not understand their own aesthetics, and they have no knowledge.

What's more, in order to gain a broader foundation on the basis of Da's artistic cognition of painting, she did not blindly pursue novelty, but chose Xu Beihong's horse painting method that they could accept, emphasizing proportion on the basis of ink painting.

In this case, he actually got Feng Ge Lao's evaluation, Chang Le was a little unacceptable, and vaguely doubted life.

She knew that her "Eight Horses" still had a lot of room for improvement, but she also thought that there was still merit......

"The old man said how capable it is to turn a painting workshop into a museum and turn elegant things into vulgar pleasures for people to enjoy." Feng Ge Lao withdrew his hand, swept his sleeves, and looked stern for the people, "This painting, the skill is not enough, and the pursuit of strange skills and ingenuity is really shameless." This Tianjia Painting Workshop is also a vulgar place. The old man was ashamed to sell the painting to you, so he bought it back and burned it later. ”

Accused by a high-ranking person, your work as a painter is a shameful work.

This kind of crit is like accusing a student of history for saying that he has no view of history, accusing a teacher of saying that there are no major difficulties in lecturing, and accusing a person of saying that you are not human at all!

Chang Le felt that his values were collapsing, and the dream he held on to was crumbling, as if he was about to fall into the darkness.

I don't know if it's because so many years of persistence and hard work are too hard, or because of the stubbornness that I was born with, Chang Le is unwilling to be hammered down like this, so that a so-called authority figure will criticize her works and thoughts so useless!

"Why did Elder Feng Ge say that?" Chang Le held back his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, smiled reluctantly, gritted his teeth and suppressed a somewhat trembling voice, "The art of painting, where does the distinction between elegance and vulgarity come from?" Is it right to put the painting on the shelf? ”

"Painting can be learned from rich and poor." Feng Ge Lao stood in front of Chang Le steadily, his hands in his sleeves, and his attitude was solemn, "However, painting as a common music, not treating it with awe, just for commercial profits, this is not an act of entering the stream." ”

Chang Le was gloomy, exaggerated to say that he was afraid that he would vomit blood in anger after class, and only argued: "How can you see that there is no awe? ”

"It's stubborn, and the old man has nothing to say, so I'll stop it." Feng Ge glared at Chang Le very dissatisfied, turned his head and saluted hastily to the horse, and said, "The old man has already checked it, and the choice is all up to the horse, this place is dirty, and the old man doesn't want to stay for a long time, so he won't accompany him." ”

"Thank you Feng Ge Lao, Feng Ge Lao go slowly." The horse hooked his lips and smiled, replied to the Confucian salute, and watched him leave, only then sneered and looked at Chang Le, "It turns out that the level of the Tianjia Painting Workshop is only like this, and the experience of this painting is invalid, it seems that the expectations of this horse are too high." But you didn't count the delay in the time of the horse, and the horse was forced to cancel the painting. For the sake of King Huai's face, this concubine will not do much to investigate. However, this concubine advises you to close this workshop earlier, so as not to scold yourself and embarrass King Huai. ”

"You're too much of a bully!" Shili rolled up the painting again, handed it to Ren Yun, pointed to the horse angrily, and said, "Why is what that person says?" I think that the paintings we draw are the best! ”

No matter how ridiculous the colt is, it is no longer trivial to Chang Le.

The surrounding customers laughed and ridiculed because of Shili's words, and scattered outside the store by pointing and pointing.

"Feng Ge Lao said so, the people of the Tianjia Painting Workshop are still so shameless, this painting workshop is really not in the stream."

"Don't come to this studio again in the future, it's a shame!"

"yes, yes, all the paintings I bought here have been burned. For someone like this who doesn't know how to draw, he may be selling fake paintings. This time, King Huai is even more embarrassed. ”

"Ouch, what face is King Huai afraid of? In addition to visiting the flower building and walking birds and fighting cocks, what else can King Huai do? He doesn't know calligraphy and painting, so it's not surprising that he helped people open an art workshop and opened it like this. ”

“……”

Seeing that the people in the store were about to finish, the more Shili listened, the more uncomfortable he became, and he was just about to go up to the shrew to scold the street, but Chang Le grabbed his arm. was just about to break free, but was frightened by the devastated and decadent Chang Le, at this time, she was like a chicken in the soup, wilting and having no spirit.

"Let's go!" The colt had heard enough of everyone's ridicule of Chang Le, and was satisfied and led everyone away.

Chang Le didn't even look at it, let go of Shili, turned around and walked towards Ren Yun, took the "Eight Horses" from his hand, and held back his stomach full of grievances and unwillingness. Ren Yun looked at Chang Le distressedly, not knowing what words to say to comfort, only knowing that this matter must be reported to King Huai!

"Ah Chang, let's not go to our hearts." Shili went to Chang Le's side, hugged her arm, and smiled reluctantly, wanting to cheer Chang Le up, "That colt and Old Man Feng are obviously deliberately targeting you, just jealous of your good drawing." ”

"I know if the painting is good or not."

Chang Le hung his head and gritted his teeth, and his tone was also weak. Tightening the scroll in his hand, he could vaguely hear the mockery of people from outside the workshop, all of which cut Chang Le's heart like a knife.

Her painting career can be said to have been smooth, and now the blow is even worse than the previous painting that she couldn't sell, which makes her deeply doubt herself. Staring at the scroll in his hand, the appearance of the "Eight Horses" he drew appeared in front of him, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt unsightly.

Suddenly, a string in Chang Le's brain snapped, and the whole person had the meaning of collapse. Suddenly stuffed the scroll back into Ren Yun's arms, gritted his teeth with great anger, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Close! Take this painting and burn it! ”

"Ah Chang!" Shili looked at Chang Le's figure of leaving the backyard angrily, worried, and did not forget to tell Ren Yun before chasing after him, "You can't burn it, you save it first!" ”

"Understood."

Ren Yun is not Wuze, he will listen to Chang Le's orders for no reason. He knew how much effort Chang Le had spent on this painting, so naturally he would not burn it down easily.

Shili was a little relieved, and when he lifted his skirt, he caught up with Chang Le, and as soon as he arrived in the backyard, he didn't see anyone. Only Wuze stood guard at the door of the main house.

knew that Chang Le was hiding in the room, although he was worried, he couldn't do anything. Loosen the corners of the skirt, slowly arrived at the door, listened to the movement inside for a while, couldn't hear anything, Shili was worried and deflated, walked to the front of the steps in a few steps, sat down, and guarded the door.

……

Chang Le stayed in the backyard of the Tianjia Painting Workshop for a day and didn't come out, and Shili, Wuze and Ren Yun were guarding the Tianjia Painting Workshop.

At night, King Huai returned to the palace from the military camp, and after hearing about Changle, he ordered someone to drive to the Tianjia Painting Workshop.

When I passed the entrance of the alley of the front store, I saw a few people dressed as if they were from different households, all holding a few scrolls of paintings in their arms, sneakily entering the alley.

Because of the strangeness, King Huai paid more attention and asked the carriage to stop temporarily, so that Yi Yun could follow and take a look.

At night, there is a lot less foot traffic and almost no people. The three or five people finally stopped at the door of the Tianjia Painting Workshop, exchanged two sentences with each other, and then threw the scroll in front of the workshop. The next moment, someone took out a fire fold, blew it, and set the pile of scrolls on fire.

Yi Yun saw that there were one or two charcoal drawings in the pile of paintings, so he couldn't help but rush over and yelled at them.

"What for?"

The family members were stunned for a moment. Seeing Yi Yun in gray linen clothes, he vaguely saw a black shadow behind him walking this way, and thought it was a nosy man. One of them kicked the scrolls to make them burn faster, and looked up in disdain.

"This Tianjia Painting Workshop sells all bad luck paintings, we took them and burned them, and by the way, we also went to bad luck for this art workshop."

"You ......"

"Needless to say."

King Huai interrupted Yi Yun's words and walked out of the darkness leisurely. As soon as he heard the movement, he knew that it was related to the Tianjia Painting Workshop, so he got out of the carriage.

At this time, a pair of peach blossom eyes, cold and solemn, swept over those families, full of mockery.

Those family members looked at each other left and right, not knowing the situation, but they felt that this person's identity was not ordinary, and they just waited and watched the changes first.

At this moment, the door of the Tianjia Painting Workshop was also opened, Ren Yun rushed out with someone, and Shili followed behind and shouted anxiously: "Fire, fire?" Where's it? ”

"King Huai."

Ren Yun went directly to King Huai and saluted respectfully. Seeing those family members and the burning pictures on the ground, he immediately knew what was going on, and his face instantly became gloomy, and he secretly said that these people are really good at picking time.

When the family members heard that it was King Huai standing in front of them, their faces immediately turned white, knelt down, and said tremblingly: "King Huai forgives his sins!" King Huai's life! ”

They're done this time.

Originally, I knew that there was King Huai behind this workshop, so I picked up the night when no one was there to come over and burn the paintings. Unexpectedly, it was hit squarely! This time it's over, and you can't just get away with it.

"Which one is lacking in virtue!"

Shili had already cursed, took out a wooden stick from behind the door, and forcibly extinguished the fire of the scroll.

Shili found that they were all paintings in their shop, as well as Chang Le's paintings, and immediately clenched the stick in his hand, instantly pointed to those who were still begging for mercy, and said angrily: "Didn't you turtle grandsons burn it?" Grandma, you are so ruining our paintings, and still burning them in front of our door, see if I don't kill you! ”

As he spoke, Shili rushed forward with an arrow step, hit the nearest family member with a stick, and kicked him in the waist.

"Who gave you leopard gall? How dare you do that in front of our store? Yes! ”

The family next to him trembled and looked at the ten miles that were close to the forked waist, and as soon as it was dark, he was hit with a stick in front of the door, and the whole person was kicked to the ground, and the back was hit with a stick, and the sound of ten miles was faintly heard in his ears.

"Don't you see that we are bullies! Who did we provoke? It's so targeted! ”