At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

I saw that the emperor in the painting was almost the same as the emperor beside him.

Nalan Qing's pupils suddenly dilated, and he said seriously: "If this painting technique is promoted, the pursuit of fugitives will be faster in the future."

"If the household department uses it, it will be easier to manage and check personal household registration."

"It's just..." Nalan Qing glanced at the two Xie brothers who were conversing, and continued:

"Each school has its own unique techniques. Is this a secret about painting skills?"

Listening to the conversation between his father and the emperor, Nalan Weizhi seemed to have a naughty raccoon slave living in his heart.

He was scratched so hard that he couldn't rest for a moment, so he leaned forward and asked softly: "Your Majesty, can I have a look?"

Nalan Qing: "..."

When Xie Yuheng called forward and asked if the painting skills could be passed on to others. She smiled and said: "My lord... maybe not."

Nalan Qing's old eyes turned pale, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, alas, it is his own thing after all.

Of course, it is not impossible to seize it by force if ordered by the Holy One.

But if you do this, it will hurt the hearts of the ministers, and it will also lose the hearts of the people if it spreads, which is extremely uneconomical.

Chu Heng smiled knowingly, stretched out his claws to pinch her little face, and said: "Don't seek your Uncle Chu's happiness, just ask for anything."

"How dare I please His Majesty? It's just that I'm still young and still want to grow taller."

"Are you going to teach painting? Why don't I let my brother come?"

"Anyway, my brother is about to reach his height, and there is no need to grow any taller. How about letting him do all the hard work?"

Xie Yuheng made one absurd argument after another, justifying his laziness.

Oh no, I’m trying to get a chance to perform for my eldest brother!

She was asked to get up early every day to teach people how to draw. It would be more pleasant to just kill her for such a boring job.

Nalan Weizhi murmured in a low voice: "What a brother and friend..."

I couldn’t tell for a moment whether he was praising Yu Heng or hurting...

"Okay, then it will be as you say."

Chu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly very curious.

After being granted the title of official, I have to get up early every day to go to the office. Can this little guy get up?

Everyone saw that Xie Yuheng's painting was not long after it was presented, and soon the second place winner was also called over.

Cai Shengyuan lowered his head sadly. It seemed that Marquis Jiangling's painting was better.

After the paintings were circulated among the ministers, the palace officials displayed the two paintings under the stage.

The scholars rushed to see what kind of painting it was, which aroused great surprise from His Majesty and the First Assistant.

"Oh my god, this, this, this is actually painted exactly like His Majesty!"

"If the portraits of wanted fugitives are so clearly identifiable, wouldn't the bounty be taken lightly?"

"Hurry up and catch him. It's as if you can knock a vicious thief to the ground and send him to the government if you see him."

"If you don't get killed by others, you can just have some fun. Do what you can."

"Am I the only one who thinks Cai Shengyuan's paintings are more beautiful?"

Before the man could finish speaking, his fellow countrymen covered his mouth.

In terms of political effectiveness, Xie Zhuangyuan's painting skills are even better.

If the painting is good-looking, how can you say that the emperor is not good-looking? Do you still want to be an official?

Listening to the discussions around him, Cai Shengyuan looked at the portrait of the emperor in a daze.

Jiang Linghou's depiction of light and character outlines are all superior to his.

Can anyone really know poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music at the age of nine, and even be proficient in painting...

Cai Shengyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. Looking at the long river of history, there are many miraculous geniuses and prodigies.

But when they happened to meet one, they always felt a little unwilling.

Now, he is convinced that he lost.

At the end of the Xu period, the banquet in Longchi was over.

According to etiquette, the Jinshi should, together with the officials of Honglu Temple, send the first and third persons back to their respective residences. This is called 'returning'.

As soon as Xie Yuheng stepped onto the steps of the Si Mansion, she heard a voice calling her from behind.

"Thank you for being the champion and wait..."

Cai Shengyuan squeezed out of the crowd of Jinshi, Xie Yuheng looked back at him, and everyone else's eyes were also on him.

"I've offended a lot of people when I was drunk today and I hope you won't take offense."

Cai Shengyuan bowed deeply and showed sincerity.

Xie Yuheng said: "It doesn't matter."

She also looked at Cai Shengyuan's paintings. When it came to painting flowers and birds, she was really not as good as the children of the poetry and calligraphy hairpin clan.

After all, she had a famous teacher as her guide, and she just followed the instructions in the book in her space, and was just trying to make up for her shortcomings.

Xie Yuheng raised his legs to leave, but was stopped by Cai Shengyuan again.

"Anything else?"

Cai Shengyuan scratched his head and said a little shyly: "I heard that Xie Bangyan is going to teach the officials of Jingzhao Yin painting skills. Can I just watch."

After saying that, he lowered his head into the shadows.

After provoking his younger brother, he still had to learn painting skills from him. He felt that he would be embarrassed to see others...

But he also really wanted to know how to use charcoal to create such similar paintings.

Xie Yuheng covered his face with his hands, yawned, and said, "Just talk to my brother about this."

"I woke up too early today. I'm really sleepy. I'm sorry to excuse you."

Xie Yuheng held up his hands and dragged his tired body into the house.

She got up at the beginning of Yinshi, and she didn't close her eyes until now, leaning against the pillar. She can fall asleep directly.

Cai Shengyuan and others who also wanted to learn painting skills turned their attention to Xie Mingli.

Seeing him nodding, everyone cheered.

"Thank you so much, No. 2. Then we won't bother you. We have to send Chi Tanhua back home."

Chi Song: "..."

He was also sleepy as hell. Turns out he still remembered someone like him...

For fear of falling asleep late at night, burn high candles and red makeup.

Some people are sleepy and drowsy, while others are worried and unable to sleep.

Wu Fan used scissors to cut off the excess candle core. Seeing Fan Hong still walking around in the room, it really dazzled his eyes.

"Oh, brother-in-law, you can't take a break. My eyes are dazzled by what I saw."

Wu Fan casually placed the scissors on the rosewood carved table.

Fan Hong clenched his hands into fists and said, "Didn't you listen to what the boy said just now? That boy showed off his skills at the Leap Dragon Banquet."

"When the person he recommended enters Guanglu Temple, I don't know which day the black gauze hat on my head will be gone, gone!"

Fan Hong slapped the Eight Immortals table angrily. It was no big deal if the black gauze hat was gone, but he was afraid that his head would be moved as well.

Wu Fan curled his lips and said: "Brother-in-law, you are also a minister of Guanglu Temple, so you are afraid of what he will do."

Fan Hong laughed angrily, "I'm not afraid, but if someone asks me to clean up their mess, I can go out and do it myself if I can!"

"Okay, I will tell my sister everything then. If she gets angry, she can report it to the Queen Mother."

"Brother-in-law, I can't say whether I can save my head." Wu Fan stood up and made a move to leave.

Fan Hong hurriedly stopped him, holding back his anger and admonishing: "Wait a minute, why are you so anxious? You don't want to hear a few words."

A ray of light flashed in Wu Fan's eyes, he snorted coldly, and sat back in the official hat chair.