"Childe, Zihu Childe is slow~!"

Zhao Zihu led his new servants to find Shaofu Ling Ganluo to prepare for engraving and printing, but on the way, he was chased and intercepted by Chun Yuyue and other Confucian scholars.

Zhao Zihu didn't want to deal with them, but he couldn't avoid them, so he had to wave his hands and salute: "What is the matter with the teachers?" ”

Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars returned the salute and said: "Just now we went to see Your Majesty and asked about the copying of Feng Zen's paintings. ”

Zhao Zihu laughed and said angrily: "You are worried about all the teachers and teachers, and Zihu can do it alone...... Today, the teachers of Fengzen have stood for a day, and let's rest! ”

After that, the leaders of the servants will go around.

Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars were willing to let him go, and immediately blocked the way ahead: "Son, slow down!" ”

Zhao Zihu frowned in displeasure, and his black fat face suddenly pulled down.

There is a way that the lord humiliates his ministers to death, and the servants on the left and right, seeing Zhao Zihu's black face, suddenly raised their eyebrows.

Hu Hai suddenly took a step forward, jumped to point at Chun Yuyue's nose and reprimanded: "Do you know the name of the cold-blooded thirteen eagles?" Get out of the way quickly, or you will be sure to wait for you to know! ”

Chun Yuyue: "......"

Confucianism: "......"

What are the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles?

There are less than ten of you in the fullest, where are the thirteen eagles?

I didn't learn to understand arithmetic, and I dared to come out and be embarrassed, this cowardly little boy is quite a brother and a stubborn tiger!

Chun Yuyue ignored Hu Hai, who was like a bean, and just waved his hand to Zhao Zihu and said: "Childe, there is still something wrong with that Zen painting, we should polish it for Childe." ”

This is their purpose in looking for Zhao Zihu, they want to modify Feng Zen's painting, at least so that the self in the painting is not so crooked.

Otherwise, thousands of copies of the original painting will be copied and posted in the counties and townships of the world, and they will die.

Confucian disciples are shameful!

"You teachers know that Zihu's biggest hobby in life, in addition to food, is to sleep lazy."

Zhao Zihu replied.

Chun Yuyue heard the sound of the strings and knew the elegant meaning, and immediately said: "The morning class in the future will start at the end of the time." ”

The time is from 9 o'clock to 11 o'clock at noon, and the end of the hour is naturally close to 11 o'clock.

Classes start at 11 o'clock, is it morning class? Or is it a lunch class?

Or, just give up teaching Zhao Zihu and don't plan to teach it well?

This old Confucian, in order to save his image, but he didn't care about anything, if the first emperor knew, he had to be anxious!

Such an irresponsible teacher, if he doesn't chop and feed the dogs, what's the use of keeping it?

"This is a sealed Zen painting, and I also ask you to polish it."

Zhao Zihu bowed his head in satisfaction, took out the Feng Zen painting with his personal seal from his arms, and handed it to Chun Yuyue with both hands.

Jokes are jokes, and the Confucianism is painted as crooked melons and cracked dates, just to scare them.

If the original painting is really published in the world and let the people of Li Shu see it, it will not only be the Confucian scholars who will die in Jieshishe, and I am afraid that the Qin court will also be seen as a joke by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

Because it will seem that there is no one available in the Qin court, and a bunch of Confucian scholars with crooked melons and cracked dates will fill the façade, and in the prosperous land of Qilu Wenhua, will there be no virtuous and virtuous people who are willing to serve the Great Qin?

……

Chun Yuyue and all the Confucian scholars all brought ink, and immediately found a flat place to spread out the Zen painting and began to polish it.

These Qilu talents, although they had never been exposed to stick figure painting before, but before they were at the foot of Liangfu Mountain, they watched Zhao Zihu paint and had already mastered his techniques.

After all, stick figures stand out for being easy to learn, and for those with drawing skills, they can be seen at a glance.

Therefore, at this time, the Confucianism polished the Zen painting, which was a hand-held pinch, in addition to polishing their own image, which was no longer so crooked and cracked, and became elegant, but also enriched other details by the way.

After they polished it, it was a hundred times more pleasing to the eye than Zhao Zihu's original painting!

Zhao Zihu admired the capable people, and when he saw Chun Yuyue and the Confucians being so awesome, he couldn't help but admire: "All the teachers are talented, and the polishing of this Zen painting is so exquisite, but it is for me to steal the sky and show my face in front of the world." ”

Feng Zen painting is stamped with his personal seal, to be copied Ming Fa world, the people only know that this Zen painting, is painted by him Zhao Zihu.

Seeing its exquisiteness, he naturally only praised Zhao Zihu alone.

Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars' polishing credits have become his Zhao Zihu's alone, isn't it stealing!

"Oh, this ink is dripping, but what's the matter?"

A Confucian scholar suddenly spoke out in shame.

Zhao Zihu looked over, but saw that there was an extra and eye-catching ink stain in the corner of Feng Zen's painting.

"Quickly draw the ink and draw it into a rock."

"There is a large blank in the corner, but there is an extra mountain rock here, isn't it abrupt? Doesn't it ruin the layout of the whole picture? ”

"This ...... How good is that? ”

"It's better to draw the name and write it, this painting has our pen and signature, and it is also timely."

"Good, this method is very good!"

Chun Yuyue decided, and couldn't help but pick up the brush, trace the redundant and eye-catching ink, and write his own name.

"Since the servant has signed his name, shall we also sign his name?"

"As it should be!"

The Confucian scholars refused to let Chun Yuyue be beautiful in the front, and they all held brushes and followed behind to sign.

After a while, in the blank space of Feng Zen's painting, there were already a bunch of names with different handwritings.

Zhao Zihu looked at the black lines on his head, and said quietly: "Actually, the ink stains don't need to be traced, just inform the craftsman when engraving, and don't carve them out." ”

Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars were originally full of interest, and they were already imagining their own name, which would be famous all over the world in the future.

And Zhao Zihu's words were tantamount to pouring a basin of cold water on them, and one by one, the excitement disappeared in an instant, and they were all stupid.

"However, since the masters have signed their names, there is no reason for the craftsmen to avoid and carve."

Zhao Zihu turned his head around, and gave Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars a reassuring pill, then dried the ink, folded it and stuffed it back into his arms, and waved his hands and said: "You teachers are working hard, Zihu will go to work first and say goodbye." ”

After that, he led the followers, bypassed the Confucians, and went to find the Shaofu Ling Ganluo.

Chun Yuyue saw Zhao Zihu walk away, but he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This son, in front of cunning and wise, we were tempted by him in the name of him, and we were calculated!" ”

Some of the Confucian scholars have already understood this kind of joint, and some have not yet understood what is going on, and it took a long time to recall.

Yes!

I was calculated by this rotten cowardly baby again!

They were momentarily blinded by the temptation of being famous all over the world, and rushed to sign the Feng Zen painting.

But they forgot that this signature is equivalent to endorsing the first emperor's Mount Tai.