peerless teacher

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The big man's face was swollen quickly, but he didn't dare to resist, there was nothing he could do, Prince Li was too powerful, he couldn't afford to offend him.

……

In the cabin, Lu Zhiruo was not angry.

"Master, do you really want to hide it for that villain?"

Lu Zhiruo was very sad, feeling that the elder sister was helping the evildoers.

"How to do how to do?"

The little maid murmured, slumped on the ground, already sluggish.

The other servants and maids had already run away by now.

They are servants who are very clear about the serious consequences of the destruction of famous paintings. They dare not speak sarcasticly, and they have no time to sympathize with the little maid, so they all scattered like birds and beasts.

"Even if I say it, it's useless!"

Li Ziqi sighed, the innocent little junior sister didn't know the dangers of the world, even if she told the owner of the famous painting what happened to her face, he would still say that a famous painting is not worth mentioning.

Could it be that he can still claim compensation from Prince Li?

In a word, no matter what, the little maid will become the object of venting her anger, and she is doomed.

"Baiwu, your response just now was great!"

Li Ziqi was very envious of the tough girl's resilience, anyway, she felt that if she were herself, she would not have the courage to hold a young prince hostage.

"Elder Sister was joking, without you, I would be dead."

Ying Baiwu's face was gloomy, this is the beauty of power, obviously it was the little prince who did it, even if everyone knew it, but in the end it was the little maid who was responsible.

"Can this painting still be repaired?"

Lu Zhiruo squatted next to the little maid, helping her think of ideas.

"Impossible to fix!"

The little maid is tearful, this is the master's favorite famous painting, today I came to the deer tail banquet just to show off, now it is broken, how furious will he be?

It is light to be beaten to death!

The little maid has seen some maids who have made mistakes. They couldn't die if they wanted to, and they were treated miserably.

Thinking of this, the desperate little maid stood up and rushed out of the cabin.

"Hurry up and stop her!"

Li Ziqi was shocked, she was looking for death!

Ying Baiwu took two strides, caught up with the little maid, and grabbed her arm.

"Let me die!"

The little maid was trembling all over.

"Don't worry, there will be a solution." Lu Zhiruo comforted: "Yes, find a teacher, the teacher will definitely help you!"

"Zhiruo!"

Baiwu scolded dissatisfiedly, what can the teacher do?

"Baiwu, you have to trust the teacher!"

Lu Zhiruo admired Sun Mo infinitely, she comforted the little maid: "Don't panic, my teacher is the best."

"Is Master a famous painter?"

After the little maid asked, she shook her head in despair: "This is a famous painting. It belongs to the kind that is obtained by chance. Even a famous painter can't restore it."

"I'm going to find the teacher!"

Papaya girl ran away.

"Zhiruo's sympathy..."

Ying Baiwu can't laugh or cry, Lu Zhiruo is too kind, sooner or later she will suffer.

"Let it be your fate!"

Li Ziqi sighed, she didn't think the teacher could have a good idea.

Chapter 501

When Sun Mo followed Lu Zhiruo to the cabin, he had already heard her explain the whole process, and also met the little maid.

"Mr. Sun, Ann!"

Greetings from the little maid, her eyes are red and swollen from crying, like a pair of big walnuts.

"Teacher, that painting is here!"

Lu Zhiruo pulled Sun Mo to the table.

Sun Mo actually wanted to say that if it was an ordinary painting, I could still copy it, but a famous painting, I really didn't draw it just because I wanted to, but just looking at Lu Zhiruo's adoring gaze like a little girl, "do it Less than three words, Sun Mo really couldn't say it.

"This is a landscape painting signed by Wu Yezi!"

Li Ziqi introduced: "Wu Yezi is from Linchuan. He learned painting since he was a child. It is said that when he was 19 years old, he spent sleepless nights in the snow and splashed ink for seven days. He drew Fengjiang Dongxue and became famous with one painting!"

"Still a celebrity?"

Sun Mo frowned slightly, so what a joke, this kind of celebrity's paintings must be known to many people, and if they were copied, even a small mistake would be discovered.

"Wu Yezi's famous paintings are very valuable, so I guess this one was painted just now, and not many people know about it. That's why the prefect of Jinling took the opportunity of the Deer Tail Banquet to show off."

Introduced by Li Ziqi.

"Is there any other way to save her?"

Sun Mo admired famous paintings.

This is a picture of a wealthy and leisurely dwelling, which belongs to the category of landscape painting.

In the distance is a distant mountain like a daisy, with a thousand-foot waterfall pouring down, and then flowing through a wheat field. In this quiet peach blossom garden, there is a shabby room.

The moss marks are green on the upper level, and the grass color is green on the curtain!

No one is seen in the painting, but a pair of shoes can be seen placed in front of the door.

"It's kind of like pretending to be Boyi!"

Sun Mo curled his lips. He is also a famous painter now, so after a few glances, he understood the meaning of this painting.

This is a senior official who is out of work or retired, built a thatched hut in a secluded paradise, and lived a rural life.

Why do you say high official?

Because the style of those shoes is something noble people can afford.

To understand it in modern language, it means that a rich man with a family fortune of billions, or a certain important person, went to places like Zhongnan Mountain, built a thatched hut, lived alone, and pursued elegance and sentiment.

"Idle X hurts!"

Sun Mo pouted.

"Teacher, can you draw it?"

Papaya Girl asked.

The little maid sobbed and looked at Sun Mo with her last hope.

"You can copy it, but you definitely can't draw the effect of famous paintings."

Sun Mo knows his level. He currently masters two branches of traditional Chinese painting. One is figure painting, which is at the master level, and the other is landscape painting, which is only at the entry level.

Of course, Sun Mo still has the badge of time, which can improve his proficiency, but he doesn't have any hope.

"Teacher, don't be humble, her life is in your hands!"

Lu Zhiruo waved her small fist, more confident than Sun Mo herself.

"Teacher, I have prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Li Ziqi didn't think Sun Mo could succeed, but she had made all the preparations that should be made.

"System, use three time badges to improve your landscape painting skills!"

Sun Mo ordered, to be honest, he felt a little distressed, but after seeing the helpless and helpless expression of the little maid, even if he wanted to use ten time badges, he would accept it.

Ding!

"Congratulations, your proficiency in traditional Chinese painting, the branch of landscape painting, has been upgraded to master level!"

Congratulations to the system.

Sun Mo picked up the pen, brewed up his feelings, and then began to write. With the master-level painting skills, Sun Mo can easily describe what he thinks in his heart and what he sees with his eyes if he writes with the help of a god.

"The teacher is amazing!"

Lu Zhiruo was excited, seeing the picture of a wealthy and leisurely residence taking shape.

Even the little maid was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, staring at the rice paper.

"The teacher's drawing skills are really amazing!"

Seeing that Sun Mo's copy was perfect, Li Ziqi also had expectations for him, but as the scroll was half completed, her heart gradually sank.

Sure enough, when it was two-thirds of the way, Sun Mo was so irritated that he lost his hair, stretched out his hand to grab the rice paper, and crumpled it into a ball.

"what?"

Lu Zhiruo didn't understand: "Why did you rub it? I think the painting is pretty good!"

"It has not reached the realm of brilliant pens and flowers"

Li Ziqi explained.

If you can't enter this realm, the scroll will not be colored, so even if the painting is exactly the same, it is useless. In this era, the only pigments are ink, so if you want to have all kinds of colors, you can only have "magnificent pens to make flowers".

Next, Sun Mo drew two more pictures, but they were all abandoned halfway.

Li Ziqi glanced at the sky, and his face became serious. Although the teacher painted very quickly, it was getting late and the banquet was about to start, so there was not much time left for him.

"Teacher, what are you dissatisfied with these paintings?"

Papaya Girl asked.

"The painting is quite good, and the artistic conception is not bad, but it is still far from perfect."

It's not that Sun Mo looked down on Wu Yezi's words, it's just that the radio waves matched.

It's like the reunion fire, but some people don't like to watch it. You can't say that these people don't appreciate it well, can you?

"Then draw according to the perfect feeling in the teacher's heart!"

Lu Zhiruo took it for granted.

"What are you talking about?"

Ying Baiwu was speechless: "The teacher wants to copy this painting, how can he paint according to his own ideas?"

The head iron girl actually complained to Papaya Niang, and made such impossible troubles for the teacher.

"Why not?"

Papaya Niang blinked her eyes.

Ying Baiwu turned her head, and was so angry that she didn't want to talk to Lu Zhiruo, an idiot. Even if she didn't know how to draw, she still knew how to copy a copybook or a famous painting, and she had to do it according to the original author's ideas, otherwise it wouldn't be called copying.

"Zhiruo, the so-called copying..."

Li Ziqi began to popularize common sense to Lu Zhiruo.

But Sun Mo's eyes lit up because of Papaya Niang's words, yes, why do I have to stick to the artistic conception of Wu Yezi?

Isn't his painting actually expressing the noble sentiments of a big official.

After thinking of this, Sun Mo began to splash ink.

Don't want Wu Yezi's artistic conception, just follow his own ideas, but the overall layout of the picture remains unchanged, that is to say, Sun Mo still uses the same painting, but the core of the expression has been replaced by his own.