"It's done!"

Sun Mo put down his pen, and then saluted: "Master Sumen, good evening!"

Hearing the three words after the painting, everyone rushed up, but because Su Taiqing was here, they didn't dare to squeeze forward too much.

"Finished?"

Su Taiqing frowned, looked at the picture again, then shook his head and smiled, and pointed at Sun Mo with his finger, as if to say, you, you are really not a human being!

Other painters, if they are born in the realm of wonderful brushstrokes and flowers, they wish to be perfect and leave a masterpiece for generations, you are good, you don't care at all.

What a tyrannical thing!

The others didn't have such a high appreciation ability as Su Taiqing, and the moment they saw the Jinling Fengyue Map, they fell.

This painting is not exquisite in every place, even the wild dogs grabbing food on the roadside are vivid, and the fierce atmosphere of protecting food seems to be about to burst out of the painting.

Even in the alleys, the mules and horses have just walked by, and the feces left behind seem to be hot.

Tea shops and wine shops, Qianzhuang cloth shops, and high-gate courtyards with blue bricks and green tiles form the Jinling style one after another.

From peddlers and pawns to high-ranking officials and dignitaries, they are all presented one by one in the painting.

"Wonderful!

King Qi was so addicted that he grabbed the painting in two or three steps, leaned down, and almost pressed his face on it. As if otherwise, it is not enough to appreciate the charm of this famous painting!

The street vendors, jugglers, and wealthy businessmen who drink and have fun on exquisite high-rise buildings, both their expressions and services are extremely fine.

King Qi is in the palace, although he has also visited the palace a few times, but for safety, he can't always go out of the palace, so he is too yearning for the outside world and life.

As the saying goes, there is always a commotion when you can't get it, so now seeing Sun Mo's painting is simply painting his psychology.

As he admired the painting, King Qi felt himself immersed in it, and he saw a rich, middle-aged man dressed luxuriously, but why did he appear alone in the alley?

King Qi suddenly became interested, looked in the direction of the rich man's walking, turned a T-junction, and not far ahead, there was a mansion.

At this time, the door was open, and inside the courtyard gate, a plump woman was looking.

"This ...... It's like you're going to have a tryst with the outer chamber that you're keeping outside?"

King Qi looked at the young woman, and instantly made up a big drama in his brain.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

King Qi smiled like a child, as if he had discovered a big secret that no one else knew.

Is this something Sun Aiqing did on purpose?

With this idea, King Qi began to focus on studying these characters, and then he discovered that there were indeed small stories hidden.

For example, the woman on the second floor was talking to a young man in brocade covering her head downstairs.

The young man touched his forehead, and on the ground next to him, there was a wooden stick, apparently this wooden stick that supported the window, and hit the young man.

But why is this woman's expression not right?

It feels like an O's!

King Qi didn't know that this was the first meeting between Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing!

The others admired the paintings, and gradually, discovered something interesting.

"Look at this woman, she has ropes tied to her body, she should have been kidnapped by robbers, but why are these ropes tied so strangely?"

Xiang Zhao was surprised.

He didn't know that this thing was called a turtle O bondage!

"Haha, you guys quickly, there is a scholar here who is climbing over the wall, obviously to have a tryst with the young lady in the mansion!"

"It's also very interesting here, this man, it should be a thief, he is now pretending to be a merchant, stepping on the point!"

"There's also a fortune teller who stepped on shit, don't ask, it's definitely a liar!"

People are sharing their little discoveries.

They suddenly found that every character on this picture scroll seemed to have a story to tell.

That's amazing!

Generally speaking, in character landscape paintings, in addition to the main characters, other small characters are pure backgrounds, but Sun Mo's painting gives them a story, and it suddenly comes alive.

"I'm Gan, look here!"

A prince screamed as he pointed to the scroll.

Everyone looked at his fingers and found that it was an underground waterway, and at the mouth of the waterway, there was no one but a touch of emerald green clothes, and on the clothes, there was a black man's handprint.

This shirt is very small, only the size of a soybean, and it is easy to be ignored when placed on a long-axis picture scroll, but after people see it, they can break out in a cold sweat.

Because the material of this shirt is not ordinary, and it comes from a woman, plus the handprint, it is easy to deduce that a girl who went out shopping was photographed and a strong trafficker was pulling her down the sewer.

This girl is finished!

Everyone only felt panicked and uncomfortable!

"Sun Aiqing, is this a girl abducted?"

The queen opened her mouth to ask, and between her eyebrows, there was a panic that she wanted to hear the answer and was afraid that she would not be able to bear the terrible truth.

"Famous paintings, you have to see them yourself!"

Sun Mo smiled and didn't explain!

Everyone was immersed in it for a while, because from time to time they could see some interesting places and dig out some little secrets.

But gradually, the men stopped paying attention to these, but focused their attention on the Qinlou Chu Pavilion on both sides of Qinhuai.

These women are too beautiful, aren't they?

After admiring it for a while, King Qi lowered his voice and quietly tugged at Sun Mo's sleeve: "Sun Aiqing, I don't know if I can draw a few character paintings for the widow?"

"Who to draw?"

Sun Mo doesn't care, anyway, his painting skills are master-level, and everything he paints is easy.

"Draw those ones!"

King Qi picked more than a dozen women, and then gave Sun Mo a smile that could only be understood: "You know, don't wear too thick ones!"

“......”

Sun Mo was speechless, I didn't expect you to be the king of a country, and you actually like an aunt!

It seems to be a lack of maternal love!

"I said everyone, this famous painting, is it better to turn off the lights and enjoy it?"

Mrs. Su finally came to her senses.

"Yes, lights out!"

King Qi commanded.

Famous paintings have their own colors and luster, so they can be enjoyed even in the dark.

The eunuchs immediately ran around and blew out all the butter candles, and then, when the six housekeepers carefully lifted the scroll, there was a great exclamation in the square, and then there was silence, and the silence was terrible.

Under the moonlight, on the picture scroll, the wind and moon in Jinling are perfectly displayed, those characters seem to be alive, everyone seems to hear the sound of children playing, the sound of talents reading, and the glutinous voices of daughters talking about themselves......

The whole painting, all revealing magnificent and magical colors, in this Xijing night, like a peerless pearl, radiant, legacy and independent!

"Master Sun!"

As soon as Su Taiqing spoke, he was interrupted by King Qi.

"No, this painting is mine, and I won't give it to anyone who wants it!"

King Qi stared at Su Taiqing and decided not to hesitate to offend the master of the Holy Gate, but also to leave this painting, because this thing can really be used as a national treasure.

The place where the painting was born, the place, and the person who painted it can be said to be far-reaching and highly collectible.

“......”

Su Taiqing was dumbfounded, and then smiled helplessly: "I mean, such a beautiful painting, there is not a single poem to match, there is really something missing!"

"Yes!"

King Qi nodded violently, and then looked at Sun Mo with blank eyes: "Sun Aiqing, can you write a poem?"

Sun Mo knew that he couldn't escape, so he already had a draft.

Pick up the pen! Dip in the ink!

Phoenix on the Phoenix Terrace, Phoenix goes to Taikong River artesian.

Wu Palace flowers and plants buried in the path, the Jin Dynasty dressed into ancient mounds.

The three mountains are half in the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Island.

It is always because the clouds can cover the sun, and Chang'an is not worried.

After writing the thin gold body of a beautiful iron painting silver hook, the king of Qi and everyone immediately cheered loudly, and it is definitely a blessing of a lifetime to see this famous painting, good words!

"Sun Aiqing's writing is really beautiful!"

The queen was full of emotion, and there was also a white egret continent in Ershui, which was so beautifully written! I really wanted him to write a famous poem on me!

If Sun Mo knew that Empress Qi actually had such an idea, he would definitely not refuse, but instead of writing poems, he would write the word 'zheng'.

"It's a pity, why Jinling, not Xijing!"

Jiang Yuzhen, who had never spoken, sighed.

"Yes!"

King Qi was also very sorry.

After tonight, Sun Mo's painting will definitely be famous in Kyushu, and when the time comes, Jinling's fame will climb further, and it will become the first city in Kyushu, attracting countless wealthy businessmen and wealthy guests to go sightseeing and even settle down.

How much tax is charged?

"Your Highness, you can't expect too much, after all, Master Sun has never lived in Xijing!"

Mrs. Su said a fair word.

"The teacher is amazing!"

Xian Yuwei's face was flushed with excitement, and she grabbed Ying Baiwu's arm and shook it vigorously.

"After tonight, the teacher will be a veritable painting saint, right?"

Yutang's eyes rolled: "We have to sit on this matter!"

"It's not uncommon for teachers to have this kind of honor!"

Win a hundred dances pouting.

On the high platform, Li Ziqi, who had been silent, looked at Zeng Gongnian and the three of them.

"Painter Zeng, Painter Zou, Painter Wang, my teacher these two famous paintings, how about it?"

Li Ziqi asked.

"A masterpiece of the time!"

Wang Zan praised and did not hesitate: "I am ashamed of myself!"

Zou Yin and Zeng Gongnian were silent, to be honest, they didn't want to boast, but on this occasion, if they didn't say two good words, wouldn't they seem to be jealous and narrow-minded?

Besides, even a fool knows that this kind of famous painting is a work of hand-me-down.

"A masterpiece!"

Zeng Gongnian boasted.

"Hmm!"

Zou Yin nodded.

"Where's my teacher?"

Li Ziqi asked again.

"With the pen hearty, chic and free, but sharp Bilou, full of arrogant heroic spirit, like broken gold cut jade, there is no charm, I heard that this is called thin gold body?"

Wang Zan stroked his beard and looked at him with admiration: "It's not an exaggeration to call everyone calligrapher!"

Zeng Gongnian and Zou Yin nodded.

"What about my teacher's literature?"

Li Ziqi continued to ask: "Oh, it's Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions!"

"Beautiful!"

"When will the second half come out?"

"It's really not appropriate to learn from that eunuch and not write it!"

The crowd cursed.

Many nobles may just be vassals and elegant, and they can't appreciate the charm of calligraphy and famous paintings, but they can read good books, and the praise of high-ranking officials and ministers is much tougher.

After all, these people are all dignified scholars and have a high literary literacy.

"Then my teacher, can I get the name of a book saint and a saint painting?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile, the teacher doesn't fight for these, but I want to fight for him.

The crowd fell silent.

After all, this name is too big, and everyone doesn't dare to talk nonsense.

Generally speaking, the saints of calligraphy and paintings are sealed after their deaths, or they have works that crush their contemporaries.

Even if he is the king of Qi, he does not dare to blow it, because although he has a high status, he has no status and no influence in the calligraphy circle and painting circle.

In other words, he is an outsider, and what he says does not count.

"In terms of calligraphy, Master Sun's calligraphy and thin gold body are all master standards, and the thin gold body, because it is original, is the work of the founding of the sect, so call him a calligraphy saint, no problem!"

Su Taiqing spoke.

Immediately, the crowd bowed their heads and listened humbly.

This is the master of the Holy Gate, a contemporary sub-saint, in terms of status, fame, essay literacy, and knowledge, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first in the world of famous teachers in Kyushu.

His words are absolutely authoritative!

"As for the paintings, everyone has seen them, not to mention his eight previous famous paintings, that is, the picture of the hungry people in the morning, throughout the history of Kyushu, it can also rank in the top three, and what is even more commendable is that Sun Shi sent his teachings to the painting, and taught the princes and grandsons in the seats, the emperors and generals, a lesson!"

"Please remember that Jiangshan Sheji refers to the Li people, not land and money, and if you don't love your people, you will be overthrown by them!"

Airplanes!

The golden words broke out, radiating the entire square.

The top class, led by King Qi, hurriedly bowed their heads to show that they were taught.

Then there is this picture of Jinling Fengyue, Sun Shi's conception is ingenious, it is really eye-opening, every character, people can immediately make up a story in their minds. ”

Su Taiqing laughed: "Your Majesty, it's cheap for you, if it weren't for the gentleman who didn't win people's love, I would definitely rob it!"

"yes, I won't see it again!"

Xiang Zhao sighed: "Teacher Sun, can you tell me what story this man has, why is he standing on a tall building?"

"His name is Ximen Blowing Snow, and he is standing there because he is waiting for another old enemy called Ye Gucheng!"

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.

Xiang Zhao's eyes lit up, and as soon as he heard these two names, he knew that they were masters, so he couldn't wait: "Can you tell me in detail?"

Sun Mo smiled and shook his head.

"So Master Sun is a masterpiece for calligraphy and painting!"

Su Taiqing looked at Sun Mo: "The book is the book of the sage, and the painting is the painting of the sage!"

Why didn't you say literature?

Because in Su Taiqing's eyes, Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions are just pastime works, although they are classics, they are not enough to pass on to the world.

Wow!

Everyone looked at Sun Mo's gaze and was envious.

This is the praise of the Lord of the Holy Gate!

Zeng Gongnian and Zou Yin vomited blood with jealousy, they have been immersed in painting for decades, and they are not even painting saints.

But thinking about the famous paintings that Sun Mo had already painted, there were as many as ten, and they were relieved again.

Can't compare!

Li Ziqi's wish was fulfilled, and he smiled.

"Everyone, this kind of thing can be done at any time, can we go back and rest now?"

Sun Mo was a little tired.

"Yes, rest!"

King Qi hurriedly nodded: "Come on, send Sun Aiqing back to the palace." ”