"No wonder." Old Wu Wuyi nodded approvingly. Then he brought a glass mirror from the side and began to compare himself on the canvas with himself in the mirror. "Brother, it's really similar, it's too similar, although it's not coordinated, but it's really similar."

Seeing that Lao Wu Wuyi was sincerely admiring here, this son finally breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good to be like." I threw down the pencil in my hand and was about to slip my feet, but unexpectedly, Lao Wu Wuyi grabbed me.

"What are you? Do you want me to draw another one for you? I couldn't help but look back in amazement.

"No, brother, can you teach me." Lao Wu Wuyi shook his head quickly, it seemed that the masterpiece of abstraction still made him a little uncomfortable, but his request really surprised me a little.

"Are you sure you want to learn?" I couldn't help but turn around with some curiosity, sat down, and looked at the kid and asked.

"Of course, although you haven't used your pen for a long time, so you don't draw very well, but the nose and eyebrows are really like me, and the younger brother is also idle during this time, how about you teach me?" Lao Wu Wuyi explained with a smiling face.

For the sake of his sincerity and sincerity, and for the sake of making sure that he was not sarcastic but really praised me, Ben Gongzi finally let go of the last trace of worry, and began to take on the responsibilities and obligations of the eldest brother like a father, and taught this kid how to learn sketching.

First of all, this son pulled the goods to the basement, making the old five Wuyi look inexplicable. "Brother, isn't painting in a brightly lit place? Why did you drag me here? ”

"That's because since you want to learn painting, then, from today, Brother Wei will teach you from the very basics." I lit a few lamps by the faint light that came through the top window on one side to brighten up the empty basement, and then asked Li Yuanfang and the others to bring in a large table with a plate, four or five apples, and a high-waisted water bottle on it. Then after putting a more suitable angle to make the sense of light and dark more clear, I walked to the old Wu Wuyi, who was still in a daze.

"See?" I pointed to the pile of things that had been arranged, and Wu Wuyi nodded honestly. "The younger brother saw it, but the fourth brother, the younger brother doesn't want to eat apples now."

“… You guy, am I putting it for you to eat? Ben Gongzi glared at the stupid man with a black line on his face, and then sat down next to him. This is the object of your sketch. ”

Then, a wonderful art class began, the teacher: His Majesty the Founding Emperor of the Chinese Empire, the eldest grandson Wuji. Student: Wuyi, the eldest grandson of the Prince of the Chinese Empire. This class will definitely have an impact on history, but also on the history of world art and world art.

It's a pity that this son does not allow the historian to follow my ass at any time and anywhere, but allows him to live in my villa and let him record some deeds. There's no way, that's what the historians are about, I thought the historians were all very good and loyal people.

However, since I became the emperor of the Chinese Empire, I have come to understand that every moment there will be a cold-faced and stereotypical guy there who faithfully records how many times you went to the toilet today, dug your nostrils a few times, and molested a few women. No matter how good-tempered the emperor is, he will have an urge to slaughter and bury these people who are more hateful than the paparazzi.

Although I strongly opposed it, the ministers insisted, and the historians also insisted, and in desperation, this son could only compromise conditionally. For example, Ben Gongzi's bedroom is an absolute forbidden place, and the historian can't step further even if he is replaced by Shi Huang.

In addition, there are some things that he must not record, for example, if this son farts during dinner, he also faithfully records it, which is definitely a humiliation to me, the founding emperor of the Chinese Empire, Chiguoguo

In the end, after half a year of running-in, the two rotating historians have been able to grasp the pulse of this son, and already know very well what should be remembered and what should not be remembered, just like now, there is a historian who floats in like an undispersed ghost, and then squatted next to him, and then kept writing something, of course, it should be recording the scene of humility and courtesy between our brothers when I was teaching Lao Wu Yi's painting.

For example, some time ago, when I was in Xihai County, I asked the historian to record my feelings about the use of gunpowder weapons and the prospect after the victory of the war, and asked him to record them all.

In the future, I can use everything recorded by this historian to edit and sort it out, and then carry out some artistic processing, and at that time, the world's first autobiography "The Emperor's Struggle" will surely shock China and the world.

I believe that by that time, Ben Gongzi's manuscript fee will definitely not be a small amount.

I have to say that Lao Wu Wuyi is very talented in this aspect, less than an hour, the still life painted, has been very decent, this really makes me amazed, although my painting skills have been lost for many years, but our level of appreciation is not covered, looking at the three sketches made by Lao Wu Wuyi during this time, I can be 100% sure that under the guidance and guidance of this great artist, Lao Wu will be able to become the best realist master of this era.

"Brother, how's it going? No, it doesn't work. Seeing that I didn't squeak for a long time, Lao Wu Wuyi couldn't help but ask.

"Okay, if my brother thinks you can do it, you can do it for sure. Boy, do you really like to draw? I nodded with satisfaction and asked at the old five Wuyi.

"yes, it's a perfect sense of accomplishment to see those things come to life in my pen." Lao Wu Wuyi said with an intoxicated face.

"Well, in the future, I will take an hour for my brother every day to teach you, so that you can see the profound heritage of my brother, and now I will only teach you sketching, and in the future, I will teach you color painting and oil painting for my brother...... Well, we'll talk about that then. "Ben Gongzi said that in the end, he quickly closed his mouth, what is the composition of the paint of oil painting and clay painting, I can't remember it for a while.

Anyway, I'll talk about it later, of course, I like our ancient Chinese painting very much, but Chinese painting belongs more to the freehand school, and a few strokes can make people have an endless evocative, this is the freehand school.

However, if you let the freehand school paint portraits, it will be a bit too inauthentic, and to paint people, you have to be realistic, and the representatives of this school are me and my brother. In the future, the realism will also be carried forward on the land of China, and together with the freehand school, it will become the quintessence of the Chinese Empire.

When I walked up from the basement with Lao Wuyi and returned to the house, I saw Sister Yaoguang and Sister Qingxia smiling and bending over there

Angry, these two stinky girls are not just models for me, but they dare to laugh at the works of my son, uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it. Ben Gongzi pointed upwards at Lao Wu Wuyi, and this guy squeaked and ran upstairs. Well, it's not that I don't want to see it, but I don't dare to look at it.

And Ben Gongzi gently closed the door, lowered his posture, like an old thief, and lightly touched the back of these two mothers-in-law, just when Ben Gongzi was only a few feet away from them, the big slap aimed at the plump buttocks of these two girls had been raised, and the corners of his mouth were also upturned in an evil arc, and he heard a click at the door, and his mother appeared outside the door.

Then, Ben Gongzi arched his waist obscenely, and the posture of holding the slap instantly fell into the eyes of the two mothers-in-law who heard the sound and turned their heads, and suddenly, quietly appeared behind them, with a hideous face, and the sinister face of Ben Gongzi shocked the two of them to scream.

"Shiro, what do you want?" The mother was also taken aback by the gesture of the son, and said very dissatisfied. "What's the matter with a slap, do you want to clean up your daughter-in-law?"

"Mother...... You're dazzled, the child just saw a mosquito wandering around and wanted to shoot the mosquito. Ben Gongzi glared at the two frightened mothers-in-law viciously, came to his mother with a smile, and helped her to sit down on the couch.

"Really?" The mother didn't quite believe it, looked at the two frightened mothers-in-law, and then looked at the sincere face of the son-in-law, and hummed lightly with her nose. "Stinky boy is dazzled when he is a mother, isn't he? Looking at your daughter-in-law's appearance, do you think you are fighting mosquitoes? ”

"That's it, mother-in-law, the daughter-in-law frightened the husband, and squatted behind the daughter-in-law without a sound, if it wasn't for the mother-in-law, you came in time, maybe the concubine would have been scared to death." Yaoguang's sister immediately came to my mother's side, looking virtuous and virtuous. He also winked at me, looking proud, damn

My son glared at this girl, and was immediately slapped by his mother, sweat, I had to explain patiently with a smile: "The husband just wants to surprise the two of you, well, mother, the child really wants to surprise the two of them, so I quietly came to the side, but I saw mosquitoes flying around, and I was about to fight mosquitoes, but my mother appeared, and then there was such a misunderstanding." ”

"Stinky boy, don't be so scary, you know? frightened my daughter-in-law, and the old body can't spare you. Only then did my mother reluctantly believe my words, and after soothing Yaoguang and them in a low voice, she said to me.

"Well, mother, don't worry, the child will definitely not be scared in front of you anymore...... Hehe, don't stare at you, kid is joking with you. Rest assured, it won't scare them anymore. "Well, when you are no longer there, if my son is not good at cleaning up and training these two naughty mothers-in-law, my son's surname will be written upside down, not called the eldest grandson, but called the grandson, rely on

The mother soon found the painting that was thrown on the floor by the mother-in-law, admired it, and asked if it was me who painted it, and the mother expressed a sincere evaluation of the masterpiece, at least not like the two losers, who only laughed at the son-in-law, and did not even find the advantages in the work.