"Long live the Lord, the meaning of the fourteen grids can be understood by the minister."

"However, except for the minister, even if it is replaced by someone else, it must be the same problem."

Yu Zhiding said with great confidence.

At nearly 50 years old, he is no longer the teenager who first started to learn to paint, and his skills have become more and more refined over the years.

Fourteen Gege felt that he didn't paint like it, so to be honest, there would be few people in the Forbidden City, even in the north and south of the river, who could paint better than him.

This is the confidence that he has devoted himself to painting for decades.

But.

If he wants to say "like", he actually has a little other thoughts.

So taking advantage of Kangxi's headache, Yu Zhiding took the opportunity to put forward his own ideas.

"Long live Lord, the minister has some humble opinions, I don't know whether to say it or not."

Kangxi glanced at him, "Just say it." What else do you want to hide from me? ”

Yu Zhiding smiled.

"Recently, I heard that an evil wind is blowing in the capital."

"It's very powerful to say that someone can ingest a person's soul into a painting with just a paintbrush."

As soon as these words came out, Kangxi's expression immediately became serious.

"Soul-striking? What's going on!? ”

Could it be that the demons of the White Lotus Sect are doing it again?

Even Zhou Qing thought of this, and couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen carefully, for fear of hearing the news of the murder of his "brothers and sisters".

"No, no, no." Yu Zhiding smiled and shook his head, "Because it involves painting, Chen also went to inquire and found that this is not the case." ”

"Oh?" Kangxi narrowed his eyes, "Then tell me what's going on." ”

Yu Zhiding told the story.

"After asking many people, I found out that the so-called 'someone' referred to a missionary from the West in the capital."

So Chen went to find him, only to find out that he was also a painter with profound painting skills.

"But because the Western paintings are different from those of our Celestial Empire, and they are almost exactly the same as the people who are being painted, this gives people the illusion that their souls have been taken away."

In just a few words, Yu Zhiding has aroused Kangxi's interest.

"Exactly the same?"

He was a little curious about Yu Zhiding's description, "Really? ”

Yu Zhiding, who didn't feel unwilling because of this, nodded, "It's true." ”

"Most of the paints of Western painters are bright colors, and the materials are different from those of us local painters. Add to that the skill and so on, which makes the difference between the two. ”

He thought for a moment, "If Lord Banzai is interested in this, you might as well announce that missionary to take a look." ”

Yu Zhiding dared to say this, also because Kangxi has been learning Western knowledge and has not rejected Westerners so much.

Kangxi thought thoughtfully, "If it's really as you said, then I'm really a little interested." ”

Looking down at the curious expression of the little group in his arms, Kangxi couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you want to see it too?" ”

"Uh-huh!" Xiao Tuanzi nodded frantically, and his eyes became bright.

She had never seen anything identical to a person, but that didn't stop her from imagining.

Could it be that looking at yourself in a painting is like looking in a mirror?

Woo whoa –

Xiao Tuanzi's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"Sugar Treasure wants to see it too!"

With this sentence, Kangxi's dictation was immediately passed on.

——Propaganda priest An Honglang brought a painting to the audience!

When the word of mouth reached the capital, both An Honglang and his companions were stunned at the same time.

"God, how could His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom suddenly know about you? And I want to arrange to see you? ”

An Honglang himself was surprised, but thinking of the second half of the sentence, he seemed to understand something.

"His Majesty the Emperor also mentioned my paintings, could it be because he knew about those rumors?" An Honglang was a little worried.

Killing people's souls or something, it's simply something that only witches and devils can do, and the emperor of the Celestial Empire won't think he's a demon because of this, and he's ready to execute him, right?

But there were also people who comforted An Honglang.

"Don't worry, I remember that a painter also came to you that day, and he seemed to say that he was the one in the court who painted for His Majesty the Emperor and his ladies, so maybe he mentioned your name in front of His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom?"

"If that's the case, maybe it's still a good thing." An Honglang was worried in his heart, but he still comforted himself like this.

"Yes, that's right. You must be careful when you go to the Rehe Palace, if His Majesty the Emperor is really angry, you will show your noble status, I think even His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom must always look at the face of your family, right? ”

An Honglang can only do this.

After simply packing his things, he went to the Rehe Palace with the emperor's soldiers.

Of course, it was the first time he had come to this royal palace, and the beautiful and exquisite scenery really dazzled An Honglang.

Oh my God, there is such a beautiful and exquisite scenery in this world.

And it seems to be different from many of the scenery he saw in the capital, more delicate and refined......

It's just that An Honglang, who glanced at him twice quickly while walking, was really itchy in his heart.

If you can, please let him immerse himself in these scenery and paint well!

With such an excited and yearning thought, An Honglang finally met His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom for the first time.

"An Honglang greets His Majesty the Emperor, I wish you long live, long live, long live!"

Although there was emergency training, An Honglang was still a little confused about the rules of the Qing Kingdom.

Kangxi didn't care.

An Honglang was not the first Western missionary he came into contact with, on the contrary, he learned Western knowledge through many Westerners, and also came into contact with many interesting objects from the West, such as "clairvoyance" and the like.

At this time, Kangxi looked at the young and inexperienced An Honglang with interest, seeing that he was so nervous that he didn't even know how to put his hands and feet, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"I looked at some of the paintings you brought, and found them interesting."

As Yu Zhiding said, whether it is scenery or characters, in addition to using "exactly the same" to describe it, it seems difficult to find other adjectives in the first reaction.

This kind of painting is also the first time Kangxi has seen it.

It's kind of funny.

Thinking so, Kangxi said his purpose and requirements.

"I came to you to ask you to draw a picture of me and the Fourteen Gege."

As soon as he heard that he was asked to paint, An Honglang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and even his expression became much more vivid.

"No problem! I am willing to paint for His Majesty the Emperor and your Royal Highness the Princess! ”

Kangxi looked at An Honglang on the head of the chicken blood and smiled slightly.

"Very good, if you draw well, I can let you stay in the palace, and then you will have no problem painting whatever you want."

Along the way, An Honglang thought that he was looking at himself secretly and excitedly, but in fact, he had already been seen by the little eunuch who led the way, and told Liang Jiugong as soon as possible.

Kangxi naturally knew.

He wanted to paint the Rehe Palace?

It couldn't be simpler.

As soon as the words fell, Kangxi saw An Honglang's eyes suddenly become shining, and a dog tail seemed to grow behind him, swaying wildly.

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty the Merciful Emperor!"

"I swear to God that I will use all my skills to draw well!"