"This is in charge of the imperial dining room, most of it is a beautiful death, I think it should be able to get in touch with excellent ingredients from all over the world." Qin Yuelou said.

"So you agree?" Guo Houcong's eyebrows were a little happy.

"But I refuse." Qin Yuelou folded his hands and made a [] shape, "My favorite thing Qin Yuelou likes to do the most is to say no to those who are self-righteous, not to mention, what's so good about the imperial kitchen? The devil wants to be a chef."

"Why? Don't want to be a chef?" When Guo Houcong heard this, his face was strange.

"Whether it's the emperor or the so-called queen concubine, they don't care about the personality of the cooks, they only care about the food they make, and if they don't like it, they will kill them, and they will be bullied by other people's unspoken rules, I can't stand this kind of anger, with all due respect, if I encounter this kind of thing, I will definitely only do things that are in my heart." Qin Yuelou glanced at Guo Houcong and said,

"As an emperor, you know more things and don't know more things, if you don't believe it, you can completely disguise yourself and go to see if there is exploitation and oppression in other places in the palace."

"What do you mean by that? Why do we say exploitation and oppression?" Guo Houcong asked Qin Yuelou.

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing." Qin Yuelou said, and didn't care about Guo Houcong anymore, but he still said, "Your Majesty, I will call you the emperor, in the past ten years of your reign, this world has not changed as much as you think, and it is even far worse than you think."

"Bold! Since you know that it is the emperor, why do you dare to stand and speak?!" The guards who were hiding in the shadows to protect the emperor couldn't hold back, and jumped out directly and pointed at Qin Yuelou's nose and were about to start scolding.

But Qin Yuelou grabbed a xiaolongbao and blocked his mouth.

The guard just wanted to scold but chewed it, and his lips and teeth were fragrant in an instant.

Qin Yuelou flicked his fingers, and then said, "So you might as well use your eyes to take a look."

After speaking, Qin Yuelou waved his hand, and the emperor and the guards returned to the palace in a half-asleep and half-awake way.

And he looked into the distance.

There, there is a latent dream that something is wrong.

——

"I'm not crazy, Lao Ai, listen to me, there are more crazy people in the world, I'm definitely not crazy, I just don't want to go out, I just don't want to stand in the same place as Bi Keman." The bearded painter was skinny, with yellow muscles, deep-set eyes, and a strong rancid smell of his clothes, stained with ink, even on his face.

The artist's small yard had also been neglected to be cleaned for a long time, and it was full of fallen leaves, miscellaneous garbage, and a lot of crumpled drawing paper.

"No, why do you say that?" Lao Ai asked the painter who was huddled in the corner of the courtyard.

"You must think it's strange, I obviously admire Bi Keman, with all due respect, although Bi Keman's paintings are full of sick brushstrokes, but he is definitely a talented person who appreciates food and eats from his ancestors, no matter what tendencies his paintings have, I am fortunate to know him, he was just born at the wrong time, but he is definitely the most brilliant painter in the history of Dajing, there is no one, this is something I have identified from the beginning, even now I am so identified."

"But why did you break up with him? Or, you don't want to be in the same place as him?" Lao Ai asked the painter with a strange face.

"Only a man like Bi Keman, who is a master of painting, can paint everything creepy and vivid, whether it is wild cats, wild dogs, or things we see everywhere, he can use his genius-like morbid brushstrokes to freely paint the fear and fear that has been passed down from generation to generation in the blood of people's hearts." The painter unabashedly boasted of Bi Keman's painting work.

"The things drawn by unpopular artists are not even as good as one of Bi Keman's toes, do you remember that Bi Keman's best thing at painting is faces? Just Bi Keman will paint half of the talent of the face spilled out, get the person can paint a vivid face painting, I went to visit Bi Keman, his paintings that are not recognized by the world are hung in any corner of the home everywhere,

At first I thought

It was a large number of guests, but then I realized that it was not a real person, but a person on paper."

"But what does this have to do with your severance with Bi Keman?" Lao Ai asked the painter.

"After listening to me, don't interrupt, after I visited Bi Keman, I listened to his free and genius ideas and theories, and before I knew it, a few hours passed, neither he nor I felt hungry or thirsty, his ideas were endless, like an inexhaustible spring, and he even showed me all kinds of other paintings he had painted one by one, those were... Paintings that should not be passed down to the world."

The painter paused for a moment before continuing.

"I can't describe to you what kind of paintings they are, he used the most ordinary brushes, the most ordinary ink blocks, the most ordinary water, and the simplest and most casual splashes of ink, but the words he painted were extremely appalling and full of blasphemous horror, the things he painted were simply unbelievable, as if they emitted a sticky stench emitted by the decomposition of corpses in dog days, how do you want me to describe these in words, I really can't describe them,

He splashed ink at random, and what he painted was not the beauty of mountains and rivers, but the deep and dense dark forest, in which there seemed to be terrifying monsters like sheep's hooves.

He also depicts the cliffs facing the sea, and beneath that there seems to be some evocative, green and inscrutable humanoid creature beneath it.

He also painted tunnels made of red bricks, and in the deep dark cavities of the tunnels were indescribable and indescribable invisible.

The old rooms with panels, the simple stone palace... So many and each one is a work of genius.".

"But you..."

"Lao Ai, don't interrupt, I haven't finished talking yet, you can ask questions when I finish speaking, what I said above is only the tip of the iceberg of his insignificant talent, the most palpitating and can detect his genius is the person he paints...

The people he painted were full of madness and deformity, and the deformed people he painted at first were nothing more than buckteeth with bulging fangs, scattered, and even the jaws were wider than ordinary people, or two-headed people like two-headed snakes, one after the other, as if a troupe had gathered so many deformed people, and if those people in the painting appeared in the present world, they could even have a deformed reward that earned enough eyeballs.

However, as his skills have become more and more refined, his morbid brushstrokes have even surpassed the category of "deformed monsters". Because... None of his characters still retain their intact human form, but... But almost every character has some degree of human characteristics.

Most of them stand on their feet and lean forward, and they look like a pack of dogs, with skin that looks like a smooth and textured non-human skin, which is disgusting, but they have no dog hair on them.

Those things are still fresh in my mind! They are in ...... Forget it, don't ask so much. I'm not going to say what they're eating."

"I haven't asked anything yet."

"They are depicted swarming in groups in graves or tunnels, fighting for their prey! To them, those prey are treasures! Do you know about the Seven Rebellion? He used the Seven Rebellion as the background of his paintings!"

The so-called Yu Qi Rebellion was still a matter of the previous dynasty, when it was turbulent, and a peasant uprising led by Yu Qi broke out.

This time it was just that a bully at that time took a fancy to Yu Qi's brother's wife and wanted to rob the people's daughter, but Yu Qi's brother taught the bully a lesson.

But the bully relied on his father to be an official in the court at that time, so he falsely accused and spread rumors that Yu Qi had built a golden luan hall and embroidered a dragon robe, preparing to call the emperor the emperor.

It happened that there was turmoil at the time, and the rebel army rose up everywhere, and Yu Qi was also ***, the uprising of Hao Hao Tangtang.

Then, there was the Yu Qi Rebellion, where corpses were thrown into mass graves every day, and the Qiu Eight riffraff everywhere killed anyone who was not pleasing to the eye.

In short, turbulent and chaotic.

"You know what? in order to

What a vivid and abominable depiction of those horrible monsters in the background of the Seven Rebellion?

Those monsters and wild dogs are beasts with human heads, subduing human heads, and sucking their brains; The corpses of those mass graves tried to escape, but they were pounced on by wild dogs, and some living people strayed into them and pretended to be dead, but beat away the last wild dogs who were shaving food...

Bi Ke Man painted their faces without eyeballs! In other paintings, the wild dogs and monsters tear at the corpses of the mass graves at night, sucking people's brains one by one, and even they will sneak into people's houses and bite the throats of sleeping people's chests.

They even take little children to mass graves to teach them how to live like them, and they even trade their own children for other children, crazy! Lose your marbles! Bi Keman can paint such a picture! He must be crazy!

Old Ai, do you know, Bi Keman is crazy!"

"Calm down, calm down." Lao Ai comforted the painter.

"I can't calm down, Lao Ai, you know, the faces of those wild dogs have been lingering in my mind, they seem to be people, but they are not people, I can't sleep all night long, I keep thinking about the relationship between the faces of people and the faces of those non-human things, and then I found that every picture he paints, is like this,

The part of the human face that belongs to the human being is gradually degraded and alienated from beginning to end, until it finally becomes something that does not belong to the human at all, that is, those wild dogs.

They are like having an illness, from health to onset to terminally ill, from the beginning to the end of Bi Keman's figure paintings, he painted all the onset of the disease! Those dog-like things were originally people, too!

And that's just what I saw, the second studio, and he continued to take me down, where the paintings... Humans have been completely transformed into prey, food, and the terrible thing is that these paintings are convincing, and his paintings make people feel that those wild dogs really live on the same land as us."

The painter's speech order grew mad, mad and frenzied, and he was afraid.

"In the second studio, I only saw the only painting, which was not carried on paper, but on the roof of the whole room. It was a great and unspeakable evil thing,

His eyes glowed red, and his bony fingers gripped a person tightly, or... It was once a piece of human flesh, the skin was open, the body was covered with blood, and it was not human-shaped, and the monster licked the human head like a child licking a sugar gourd.

The monster crouched on the ground, and at a glance, it seemed as if it might throw away its prey at any moment and pounce on the fresher prey, and I was the fresher monster, and Bi Keman wanted to be that kind of monster, and offered me as a sacrifice to the devout people of the monster.

But the most abomination, which makes this painting the source of all horror, is not the pointed ears, bloodshot eyes, flat nose, drooling mouth, or dog-like face, nor the scaly hooked fingers, mold-covered body, half-hoofed feet, although any of these features are enough to drive a sensitive person crazy, but these are not the truly terrible parts of this painting.

What a brilliant painting that was, what a cursed, what a blasphemous, what an extraordinary painting skill. I've never seen a painting so vivid, almost on canvas.

The monster was there, and it seemed to be staring at me, chewing, chewing, and staring at me.

It was as if it was alive.

So I understood,

A painter who doesn't have a reference can't draw something like this."

The painter paused, and said no more.

"Lao Ai, why do you want me to cut off my robe with Bi Keman? That's because of me, I heard the howl under the floor of his studio, which didn't belong to people, and the creepy chewing sound, Bi Keman looked at me, as if he wanted to do something, but Bi Keman gave up, he took me out of the studio, and said to me,

There are too many rats under the floor and in the walls of his house

Finish.

But I know it's not a mouse, it's a wild dog."

Lao Ai looked at the painter and shook his head: "Actually, my surname is Qin, and besides, painter, do you remember what you painted yourself?"

The artist shook his head.

Qin Yuelou picked up the scroll on the ground, smoothed it out after unfolding it, and handed it to the painter.

On the scroll was a man-like mango-like monster, sucking the brains of a corpse.