Mo Cai couldn't stop him, scratching his ears and cheeks behind him in a hurry, this painting meeting not only had the disciples of other great painters invite the seventh prince to come, I'm really afraid that he, the young master with a hole in his brain, don't lose your own life.

When the painting arrived, the people in the front yard came in and out, and the door was like a market, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.

Yue Hualiang wondered how this ancient painting could be like a wedding banquet, and the table was placed everywhere.

The yard is not small and indeed lively, and there are several plum blossoms planted in the yard, a white plum, a red plum, and a yellow plum.

There are tables under these plum trees, and no one sits, Yue Hualiang picked a yellow plum tree and sat down, for no reason, because of the warm sunshine.

Mo Cai squeezed his eyebrows beside him and made him hurry up, and the more he painted, he just didn't understand.

As soon as he raised a look at a man sitting in the stone pavilion opposite, Yue Hualiang nodded and smiled at him out of friendliness, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and then he looked at him playfully and smiled.

The man on the opposite side is handsome, really handsome, with thick ink and long eyebrows, sharp and deep eyes, as if no one can disobey, with a high nose and thin lips, it looks like the domineering president painting style that many women love.

The ink material is right, and the more Hualiang sat down here, and sure enough, something happened.

Yu Hualiang was sitting and was bored, and wanted to pick up the tea and take a sip, when a man in a yellow jacket came over.

The eyes looked disdainful and yin and yang and said, "Senior brother sitting, I'm afraid it's inappropriate, right?"

Yue Hualiang knew that he was here to stir up trouble, since he called himself a senior brother must also be his father's disciple, then he was relieved, anyway, his father covered him.

"How is it not suitable? Is it appropriate for you to sit here? ”

The man didn't speak, but straightened his back and looked very suitable.

A young man in a blue jacket walked next to him and said quickly: "The third senior brother is a first-class painter, compared to you, senior brother, I think it is much more suitable..."

Mo Cai said angrily: "How can you say that, young master!"

Yu Hualiang patted the case and said: "A painter? Shh Yue Hualiang turned around and left, walking freely as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

The man in the yellow jacket was also in the clouds, and suddenly figured out that he was despised.

I was about to stop him and ask for an explanation, but I didn't want to be preempted, that is, the Seventh Prince sitting in the stone pavilion.

Yue Hualiang was stopped by someone and was stunned, and turned his head to kneel without kneeling, Yue Hualiang felt a little strange, the son on the stone pavilion was not simple.

He invited Yu Hualiang to sit with him, and everyone was stunned, and the most embarrassing was the man in the yellow jacket just now.

Yu Hualiang sat next to him, glanced at him, and smiled at him: "Hello, uh, fortunately..."

The man's eyes became cold at first, and finally he smiled and said, "Fortunately."

The more he painted, the more embarrassed he became, and there were always people who swept their eyes to this side, and he looked very unnatural.

Perhaps to ease the embarrassment, the man said, "What's your name?"

The more the painting is good: "The more the painting is good."

The man smiled disdainfully: "You are the infatuated broken sleeve who committed suicide for the sake of red face?"

Why does everyone in the world know about his broken sleeves? What's going on with this brother? Come to see the jokes?

Yue Hualiang laughed dryly and said: "This brother, I have reflected on it for a while, and I have quit the habit of breaking my sleeves."

The man thought it was funny and said, "Heh, is it?"

"It's true!" It really couldn't be more real! I'm such a straight man! Why didn't anyone believe it?

After chatting for a few words, Yue Ming Yue came out, and when he saw Yue Hualiang sitting with him, he insisted that he go down. Yue Hualiang thought that he couldn't help but listen to his father's words, so he got up to leave, but he didn't expect to be dragged by the man.

His tone was very domineering: "You just sit here."

Yue Hualiang glanced at Yue Ming, and Yue Ming had a bitter melon face and wanted to suffocate people without saying anything.

Until the man said again, "It's okay." He sat down in peace.

He sat down and turned his head to look at him with adoring eyes, Yue Hualiang knew that he could do this, I am afraid that only the emperor was the emperor!

Yue Hualiang thought that he had picked up a treasure, and since then there has been an emperor who wants to wind and rain and rain. Yu Hualiang thought happily: "Thank you, it's not that you have no place to sit if you take me in."

"Heh, Ziliang, you're welcome."

"Who?"

"I heard that you had a serious illness after your suicide attempt, and your brain is not working, it seems to be true, do you want to see Dr. Wang."

How can everyone in the world know that he has a bad brain?

The more good the painting is, he is afraid to shake his head and refuse: "No, no, you bother."

Think about it carefully, the ancients had a name and a word, could it be that this Ziliang is his word?

If he is the emperor, even he knows his own words, then how famous is Yue Hualiang! Yue Hualiang must be a joke after tea and dinner here.

I'm a little unhappy for some reason.....

The more the painting is good, I understand what it means to study painting, that is, a few people take a few pictures out, and then the rest of the crowd praises a few words, and finally Yue Ming comments a few words, and it's over.

The ancient people painted a single landscape, and there were always a few landscapes, which were similar and nothing new.

Yue Hualiang looked sleepy, covered his mouth and yawned, looked up at the man who was looking at the painting on the side, and asked in a low voice, "Haven't you asked what this brother's name is?"

The man glanced down and said indifferently, "Zicheng."

"Oh, Brother Zicheng, what do you think of that painting?"

Zicheng replied for a while: "The artistic conception of the landscape is very beautiful, and the paintings of rocks and trees are very exquisite, which is a good painting."

Yu Hualiang propped his cheeks, looked at the painting with the inscription Yu Xuesong and said, "I don't think it's good."

Zicheng looked at him and hooked his thin lips and said, "What is Brother Ziliang's opinion?"

Comment! Yue Liang is a professional.

The inscription of this painting is Jade Cedar, which is a snow scene painting, but the painting lacks the smart feeling of "Jade Snow", which seems a little rigid. ”

"I can't imagine that Ziliang still has this kind of opinion." The man smiled at him.

Yu Hualiang said modestly: "No."

Yue Ming's comments are similar to him, the landscape is too hard, not very soft.

The man in the blue jacket under the red plum was involved in a gentle young man, he was holding a peony lark painting in his hand, and he stood in front with some embarrassment, showing everyone the painting in his hand.

I just finished reading the landscape masterpiece, and my eyes lit up, and it was a fresh painting.

The peony lines are delicate, and the lark is very smart, but the color is lighter, but the more he paints it, he feels that the light color of him is more fresh.

If it is rich and colorful, it will be graceful and luxurious now, so Yue Hualiang is very satisfied with this painting.

Zicheng saw the smile on his face, and also looked at the painting, the lines of the painting were meticulous, if you look at the whole, you can always feel a trace of coolness, but it also looks comfortable.

He really didn't expect that the rumored Yue Hualiang who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and this kind of ability, whether Yue Hualiang pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger and knew that he did it on purpose today, or whether he was recovering from a serious illness and his brain was enlightened, no matter what kind of thing made him pay special attention.

However, Yue Hualiang guessed correctly, in ancient times, especially the court, it was the least fond of such paintings.

The first one is the most unaccustomed to the Huang Jacket Senior Brother's heart and fast junior brother.

"Such works can also be moved to the painting meeting, you are really not afraid of losing the face of your Qionglin painting society."

The young man is docile and has a good temper, and he suffers from what others say, he remembers that ancient men had the strongest self-esteem, and it is estimated that he will never draw again after being stimulated by this.

It's a pity that this hand is delicately outlined.

The man sitting down with Hongmei looked guilty, Yue Hualiang estimated that he didn't expect this to be the result, after watching it for a long time, there was no one to speak for him, and Yue Hualiang couldn't stand it.

"If you draw like this, you won't necessarily be better than him."

This table is a stone table, and the more it hurts, in order to overwhelm the opponent in momentum, he deliberately turned his hand behind his back, held back, and rubbed it secretly.

Although he was taken aback, he was amused by him when he looked at all the sub-cities.

Yue Ming was also taken aback by him, and wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "Wu'er, step aside."

The straight-talking man saluted this Yue Ming and said, "Teacher, you might as well listen to the senior brother and tell me why I am not as good as that kid."

Yue Ming's face turned blue, and he coughed a few times, he couldn't imagine that his apprentice would have an awkward relationship with his son because of someone from another painting club.

What a shame on him.

The Seventh Prince is still watching the excitement, he is really worried about his son.

Yu Hualiang said: "Tell me, how is his painting bad?"

The straight-talking man said: "This peony painting is nondescript, the peony is luxurious, but this one looks poor and unelegant."

is still poor, isn't he overinterpreting, why is his brain so scary.

Yu Hualiang smiled and said, "In my opinion, this little brother's painting is just not finished yet."

The young man looked at Yu Hualiang with gratitude.

When Yue Hualiang caught a glimpse of his gaze, he was uncomfortable.

Huang Xuannan continued to give Yu Hualiang a problem, and he smiled evilly: "Oh? I wonder if my brother can finish this painting? ”

“so easy~”

"Huh?"

Yu Hualiang smiled: "It's very simple, put pen and ink!"

Yue Ming wanted to stop him, but he didn't expect the Seventh Prince to promise again, and the Seventh Prince really didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.

Almost everyone knows that his son Yu Hualiang can't paint at all, and he knows it when he looks at him before and his room full of bamboo.

I also have to say that his son has not been painting since he was six years old, and after so many years, I didn't expect him to write again at this time.

As his father, there was a trace of indescribable sadness in his heart, he thought about it, no matter how good the painting was, he would frame it and keep it when he turned around.

This is what he expects of him as a father.

Waiting for the next person to bring the pen and ink paint, the painting took over the painting, fiddled with it in his hand, and finally came to the table of the man in the yellow jacket and said: "Let me be tired."

The man in the yellow jacket held his breath, got out of the way, and stood aside to watch his jokes.

Yue Hualiang took a closer look, this should be painted with traditional rendering, but not too heavy, can not destroy the lines, the paper is fine, it is very absorbent and easy to color.

After looking at these, Yue Hualiang began to mix colors, looked at the paint and was startled, what were the five or six plates, vermilion, stone blue, blue, coal black, yellow brown, and an empty plate.

Yu Hualiang glanced at it, and it was enough to think about it. I picked up the teacup on the table, put the brush in it and dipped it in the water.

The outspoken man hurriedly stopped: "How are you...."

The yellow jacket man stopped him and let Yu Hualiang go.

Yue Hualiang smiled at him, lowered his head, dipped a little cinnabar, and dipped some tea, adjusted to the right color, and put pen on the picture.

Zicheng said: "Draw it."

Yue Hualiang lowered his head and put down the pen, at this time everyone's hearts were pinching, now everyone can see what Yue Hualiang is drawing, Yue Ming knows that his son is going to slap himself in the face again.

Yue Hualiang felt that he was the only one who held a paintbrush, and the person who had participated in the Chinese painting competition and won the top spot had long been perfect for Chinese painting.

I feel it immediately after one stroke, and there is no pressure. The peony petals that were deepened by him immediately came to life, and Zicheng smiled with satisfaction, he was really right.

Half an hour later, the painting was finished, and this peony lark slightly retained a little bit of the original painting, and it became a captivating work under his rendering.

Yue Ming was in a daze with a long mouth, was this really painted by his son? The man in the yellow jacket was even more slapped in the face, looked up at the Seventh Prince, and was even more unwilling, this time he heard that the Seventh Prince was going to summon a painter, so he rushed back.

could have been at the top of the list, but he didn't want to kill a better painting halfway, didn't he say that more painting was stupid, why now it seems that he is not stupid, but also a genius.

He himself felt that he had lost face and saluted the seven princes, and then turned around and left.

After he left, Yue Hualiang was overwhelmed by the applause of the courtyard, and the young man knelt down for him in thanks.

Yue Hualiang also received this kind of gift, and felt that when he was helped up, the child actually cried. Yu Hualiang laughed and said, "Okay, don't cry, no."

"Thank you Yu Gongzi, Qingyi is toothless and unforgettable."

Qingyi? Why does Yu Hualiang feel so familiar?

casually asked, "What's your big name?"

Qingyi was surprised and said, "King sacrifice."

"What! King's Sacrifice! "Yu Hualiang's brain is blank! You must know that Wang Sai is a famous great painter!

It's simply the existence of a good master and ancestor! Yu Hualiang happily hugged him and said: "Wang Xi, Wang Xi, you will definitely become the greatest painter when you grow up!"

Wang Sai was hugged by him: "Much, thank you for the auspicious words of the young man." The king's sacrifice will be taken to heart. ”

"What's going on?"

"I heard that Yue Hualiang is a broken sleeve... Could it be? ”

When Wang Sai heard these words, he felt bad instantly.

Yu Hualiang is very happy today, and he is fortunate to have the honor to meet the great painter Wang Sai.

He let go of him and turned back to the old tearful Yue Ming and said, "Dad, no, Dad, will you stay for the king's sacrifice tonight?"

The king's sacrifice is creepy.

After the painting meeting is over, there is still one person who stays to eat, Zicheng.