Truth be told, my teacher is myself. These words are heard by many people, and they don't know what Shen Ao is selling; But when Zhao Zixin heard this, he was taken aback.

"You...... What did you say? Zhao Zixuan stared at Shen Ao in disbelief, with Ze Ze's brilliance flashing in his eyes.

How is this possible? How could this sour showman, a guy full of nonsense, make such a shocking painting?

Impossible, impossible, this liar, he will talk nonsense, always lie to her, so that she can't believe him.

Shen Ao saw Zhao Zixuan's thoughts, and said in an accentuated tone: "I am the painter of the Qiguo Mansion, and the paintings that were given to the county lord were all made by me personally, if the county lord doesn't believe it, I will immediately draw it for you." ”

Zhao Zixin didn't believe his ears, he said that he was the painter? Isn't it Chen Ji Chen Xianggong? Zhao Zixuan raised her eyes and saw Shen Ao's face full of confidence and a slight smile, and the afterglow of the slanting sun was sprinkled, this look like she was going to eat her, and she hated it unspeakably.

Impossible, impossible! Zhao Zixin kept talking to himself in his heart, but his eyes were not confident and a little dazed, and he thought about it: "Oops, in the past, he always said that those paintings were not good, but he always said how outstanding the paintings were, if he was really the painter, I said this, has he been making fun of me?" Ah, I fell for this thief, and he deliberately said that the painting was not good, just to teach me to praise him and praise him. ”

Thinking of this, Zhao Zixing's pretty face turned a little crimson, and she silently thought in her heart: "I hope what he just said is a lie." This thief, who can only write sour poems, who is rare about him? Hmph, I must not teach him to laugh at me again. ”

Shen Ao smiled and said, "County Lord, are we going to paint here, or are we going to go into the mansion to do it?" Although he said this to Zhao Zixuan, the spearhead was pointed at Wang Huang.

Wang Hao's face changed suddenly, and he knew that he couldn't move at the moment, what he was facing now was the two major forces of the clan and the nobles, and these nobles were just fine, as a young ruler, and with the support of Gonggong Liang, the most he could do was to fight with them.

However, the clans are different, although most of the clans in Bianjing City do not ask about government affairs, let alone interfere in the imperial court, but this does not mean that they are easy to bully; Whoever dares to touch their interests and dare to reach out and bully them, the consequences will have to be weighed by Wang Huang himself, and even Gonggong Liang will not be able to protect him.

Wang Hao snorted coldly and said, "You are suspected of rebellion, but you have received the holy decree, so let's go in with you and watch you paint." ”

He was not polite at all, glanced at the messenger beside him, and went in with his hands.

Shen Ao smiled calmly, but he didn't refuse, and entered the front hall together, Zhou Zheng taught people to pour tea, but he didn't ask anyone to send it to Wang Hao, Wang Hao's face looked like he didn't care.

asked someone to put it on the table, Shen Ao first spread out the painting sent by Zhao Zixuan, and after looking at it, he was attracted by this painting style, this orange, yellow, orange and green picture was Zhao Lingsu's handwriting at a glance. Zhao Lingsui is not famous compared to Zhao Ji in later generations, but it is not that his painting skills are not as good as Zhao Ji, not only that, in terms of painting style, Zhao Lingsui's attainments are only afraid that he is still above Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji is the emperor, and he is only a clan, with this relationship, Zhao Ji's fame is far greater, and the painting price is more than twice as high as Zhao Lingsui because of the imperial work.

The biggest feature of the orange-yellow-orange-green picture is the artistic conception, at first glance, the painting seems to be filled with a slight sweetness in the air, attracting water birds to swim freely between Tingzhu. The quiet, misty scenery and the faint softness of the painting make people leisurely and fascinating.

Shen Ao took a breath, but he no longer cared about what rebellion or what was the death of the eunuch, he looked at the painting intently, half loudly, and couldn't help but call out a good word. Then I went to look at the inscription under the painting, and there was a small poem inscribed on the inscription: "A good year must be remembered, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green." Although there is only one que, this inscription is very appropriate with this painting.

Taking a breath, Shen Ao meditated intently, a pair of eyes fell directly on the painting, and suddenly laughed: "I won't imitate this painting, Mr. Ling's painting, the students admire it very much." ”

took the pen and ink, spread out a piece of paper, and Shen Ao picked up the pen, but it didn't fall. Although the people around him are complicated at the moment, but seeing his serious appearance, it seems that he has suddenly entered the realm of self-forgetfulness, and everything in the outside world seems to have nothing to do with him, not only Zhou Zheng, Quartz, Zhao Zixing, but also Wang Hao, who is also a little curious at the moment, he wants to see what this little prisoner wants to draw.

After a short time, Shen Ao finally put down the pen, and as soon as the tip of the pen fell with ink, Zhao Zixuan couldn't help but say, "Are you really the painter?" "Zhao Zixin immersed in silver to paint for a long time, although the painting skills are far from reaching the master's realm, but the eyesight is excellent, just look at Shen Ao's pen, the layout is actually a big open, is actually the most difficult way to paint, if this layout is painted well, it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but once the pen is not good, the whole painting will inevitably be greatly discounted, Shen Ao from here to write, unless he is not self-sufficient, otherwise, the only possibility is that his painting skills have been exquisite to the realm of the grandmaster.

After putting down the pen, Shen Ao quickly made a background color, and with these few understatements, in an instant, the outline of a small courtyard was revealed to everyone.

Wei Jun Gong Quartz is a painter, just look at these few strokes, then suddenly forget about the matter of the party, can't help but pinch the head of the jaw, said: "Such a style of painting is rare, but this kind of pen is not only free and easy, but also delicate, rare and valuable, rare and valuable......

Zhao Ziyu's eyes seemed to be about to penetrate the painting paper, and his eyes did not blink, and he was even more fascinated.

She had never seen such a painting style, and she could see Shen Ao's skills just from this background background, and she couldn't help but applaud.

Wang Hao sneered in his heart, and said that this little prisoner would delay time under the pretext of painting, as long as he delayed this night, it was very likely that he would have a long night and many dreams. But looking at Shen Ao's appearance now, he has a bit of a one-way spirit, which is great, it is best to finish the painting within three or two hours, as long as Liang Gonggong comes, he will be escorted away immediately.

Wang Hao was thinking about it, but he couldn't help but hear Shen Ao say, "Lord Wang, don't move." ”

When the call came, Wang Hao came back to his senses, his face was suffocated, but he saw Shen Ao while lifting the pen, but he was looking himself up and down, and his mouth was amazed, and he said: "Lord Wang is so plump, teaching people to be relaxed and happy, this painting is to be presented to the official family, Lord Wang, as a young master, can't damage the official family's Yaxing, and don't move, let the students draw you into the painting." Haha, in this way, when the official family sees Lord Wang in the painting, they must be amazed. ”

Wang Hao was furious and said, "What are you painting? ”

"Huh?" Shen Ao put down his pen and said, "Lord Wang, what is the truth of this?" This is the painting named by the official, you as a courtier, to assist the student to paint is the duty to do, the adult said, then the student painting, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it, forget it, forget it, don't paint, my son Jiang Lang is exhausted, no inspiration, and Lord Wang does not cooperate. ”

Shaking his head, he said very freely: "Let's go to the criminal department." ”

Zhao Zixuan was halfway through the painting, and he couldn't stop it, so he immediately said to Wang Huang: "Lord Wang, what Shen Ao said is not wrong at all, the official family wants Shen Ao to paint, you should cooperate, and this is how you are loyal." If you delay painting, can you afford to be guilty? Hmph, usually you people, one by one, say that you are loyal to the official family, why is it coming, but you have a face, no, this painting must be made, Lord Wang, you are not allowed to move. ”

Wang Hao was rectified by this county lord There is really no way, the so-called one thing descends one thing, Shen Ao has eaten this county lord, but this county lord has eaten him Wang Huang, this county lord is also a very articulate person, three words and two sentences, are inseparable from the holy decree and the official family, such a big hat is worn, what else can he say?

Wang Hao snorted angrily, although he didn't say anything, he really didn't move.

Shen Ao smiled, and went to pick up the pen to paint, while painting, he looked at Wang Hao's side, his eyes were very ill-intentioned, Wang Hao was angry and anxious in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound for a while, he already hated Shen Ao in his heart, and constantly sneered in his heart: "Hmph, see how arrogant you can be, after you finish painting, Lord Ben will teach you a lesson in person." ”

Zhao Zixuan watched Shen Ao paint, but he was already giggling, and this smile made even Zhou Zheng and Quartz on the side can't help it.

Wang Hao didn't know what Shen Ao was drawing, his eyes straightened to see, but he was quite far away from the case and couldn't see it really.

This painting is a full hour, Shen Ao or go to see Wang Hao, or ponder, or pick up the pen, over and over again, finally exhaled, put the pen down, and said: "It's done." ”

Wang Hao paced past, and at a glance, his face had turned into the color of pig liver, and in front of the background of the small courtyard, it was not he Wang Huang who was painted, but a vicious dog that seemed to be about to pounce forward, and the vicious dog was tied to the neck, but it seemed to be about to break free, and his eyes showed a fierce light, as if the next moment, he was going to pounce on it.

"You...... You ......" Wang Hao understood, this Shen Ao originally compared him to a dog, he was sincere to embarrass himself, where did Wang Hao suffer such humiliation, he was speechless, pointed at Shen Ao, and said coldly in anger: "Okay, good ......" haha...... He suddenly laughed angrily, bared his teeth and sneered: "Now should you follow the old man?" ”

When Zhao Zixuan saw him like this, he went to look at the painting again, clapped his hands and laughed, this usually high-sounding Lord Wang has become a watchdog under Shen Ao's pen, which is really interesting.

Shen Ao also sneered and said, "Lord Wang, slow down, this son hasn't been on the topic yet." ”