big name bastard

Compared with Rong Shaoqi's cynicism, Rong Mian seemed much more lenient, the words he said made people nod their heads slightly in approval, at least he didn't hurt his own brother, but it has merit.

But Rong Shaoqi seemed to be much narrower. After he said to Rong Mian, he still felt that he had not achieved his goal, so he turned his head and bowed to the emperor again, "Forgive me, my third brother. Like painting, there is really not so much in-depth research, if the third brother makes mistakes, the villain is willing to bear all the mistakes for him, and asks the emperor to forgive him."

Emperor Rui raised his eyebrows, how could he fail to understand the meaning of Rong Shaoqi's words.

Yu Fei, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, had a good relationship with Rong's mansion, and when he saw the emperor's color, he immediately came out and said, "Your majesty, I also think that Rong Mian is not feasible."

Emperor Rui glanced at Yufei, then glanced at Rong Mian, with a smile that was not a smile, "Rong Mian, it seems that I need to withdraw this order?!"

Rong Mian bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty is wise, the villain is willing to take all the responsibilities and will not implicate others. Please allow the villain to paint!"

After Rong Shaoqi said so much, Yu Fei came out to help, isn't his purpose just to wait for his own words?

A layer of coldness floated in Rong Mian's heart, and he slowly glanced sideways at Rong Shaoqi—begging the emperor to take responsibility, showing good brotherhood, it's just to get rid of the guilt better!

In vain he tried to stop Rong Xue when she decided to kill Rong Shaoqi.

But now, Rong Shaoqi is unwilling to bear even the slightest disaster, and is eager to get rid of himself.Even Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice helped him.

Heh... The entire Rong family really doesn't have any affection for Rong Mian.He is so indifferent that even passers-by are worse.

Emperor Rui quickly swept across the arena, seeing that everyone was watching all this, the emperor suddenly laughed loudly, stood up abruptly, his dragon robe lightly brushed over the imperial lamp on the imperial case, and walked down the stage, "I just want to Looking at a scene of peach blossoms, there are so many things! Envoys and dear friends, I am happy today, and I will not behead anyone. So Rong Mian, you can paint as much as you want, and I will definitely see your picture of the peach blossom garden! "

A bastard paints, making the atmosphere so serious.

Emperor Rui got bored, so he first activated the atmosphere himself.

Seeing what the emperor said, all the ministers also smiled, but they were still grinding the holy will carefully.

As for Peach Blossom Spring, Rong Shaoqi already had a draft in his belly. The emperor only asked for it, but he didn't find another person to compete with him. Therefore, even if his poem is like rubbish, as long as it can match the theme of the emperor, it will be fine. No problem.

In order to see how embarrassing Rong Mian is, Rong Shaoqi wrote a poem very quickly. The poem is not very good, but after the poem, Rong Mian has already begun to paint, and that cup of tea will also be savored carefully.

I saw the two-meter-long pole being danced like a whistling wind, and the soft and thin Langhao pen tip fell like fine sand on the drawing paper in the distance. The dancer was like a drunken mad fairy.

But seeing the robes flying, turning and moving sideways, squatting like shooting stars, the wide sleeves folded and rubbed against the air, and there was a sound of popping, and as the person started to write, the whole person seemed to be in the ocean of painting, riding the wind and waves, and revolving like a The vigorous flying birds come and go lightly and step on the snow without a trace.

With Rong Mian's footwork like a swimming dragon, his body moves like a ghost, and he can come and go freely. He controls the pen and draws paper remotely in a square place.

Spots of ink appeared on the paper in a short while, which look like spots on a black sika deer from a close distance, but look like black eyebrows from a distant mountain, which is very clear and meaningful.Everyone raised their heads and inadvertently looked at the peach forest not far away, showing strange feelings, and then looked at the painting with a little awareness, and their expressions suddenly became more strange. The expression, seeping out a little bit, is displayed in front of people.

Qin Huangzi was lying on the case, his body was as soft and greasy as boneless and tilted to one side, his head looked in the direction of Rong Mian, and his slender black eyes showed a smile.Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he ordered Tong Yue behind him, "Bring the piano."

Tong Yue bowed his head and stepped back. After a while, he took a Baoqin, and saw that the whole body was bright red, as bright as blood, and as cold as a cold blade.

Qin Huangzi's eyes lifted up, like a beautiful pool, Chao Rongmian's footwork, dancing brush, and the progress of the Taoyuan he painted... He put his index finger on the strings of the zither, and finally saw Rong Mian's hair falling on a branch. When the highest part of the head is dyed, press the fingertips together suddenly——

thump—

Everyone was watching intently, when they suddenly heard this voice, and looked over suddenly, they only heard a high-pitched sound from Qin Huangzi, which instantly flew down three thousand feet like a flying stream, and the next note suddenly fell down, matching the painter's key stroke of peach branches and vines. After a few strokes, the tone suddenly became cheerful.

Lord Song, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, came forward and cupped his hands, accompanied the tune with joy on his face, and looked at Prince Qin in amazement and admiration, "Prince, you are not only excellent in calligraphy, but also in piano skills. You really deserve to be Zou Master's disciple..."

The ten fingers are like lively children celebrating a grand feast, playing and having fun on the strings.Holding the qin and raising it, the clouds and flowing water between the fingers are like listening to the pines in the ten thousand valleys.Everyone only saw Prince Qin who was still soft into a ball just now, and instantly turned into a festive elf, dancing with his hands on the piano, his extremely beautiful face was full of enjoyment, and following a song of spring and white snow, everyone couldn't help but sink into the beautiful atmosphere among.The pace of the painter not far away gradually slowed down, and the rhythm of the music in his hand was also slightly adjusted.

It's time for half a cup of tea, Rong Mian let go of his hand, dripping with sweat.

With a bang, the stick and pen in his hand fell to the ground together, and he stood stiffly on the spot, his lips were all white.

Qin Huangzi paused with his fingertips and let out a final sound.Everyone was shocked and recovered from the beautiful music rhythm.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the scroll, only to see a spot of colorful and ink.

Look at Taoyuan, and then look at Rong Mian's painting: it's extremely like.

Don't look at Taoyuan, just look at Rong Mian's painting: I can't see anything.

Just looking at Taoyuan, not Rong Mian's painting: it's a kind of enjoyment.

"What, what is this painting?" The Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs Yufei said, it was a colorful mess, and nothing could be seen at all.

Empress Rongxue looked at it and smiled at Emperor Rui, "Your Majesty, Rong Mian's painting is very good."

Emperor Rui lowered his face and remained silent.

Everyone saw this and said nothing.

Rong Mian shook her trembling hands, and walked towards the paper placed beside her.Take it out and unfold it, and stick it on the drawing paper.

With a two-meter-long pole and the tip of a wolf's hair that is so soft that it is impossible to control, even if it is only half a cup of tea, Rong Mian feels very strenuous.Fortunately, after practicing martial arts with Master Wu, he is not considered a useless person.

It's just that after holding the pole for a long time, my right hand is too wide. When laying paper, my arm is stretched high, and it still trembles a little.

If you haven't done it, you definitely won't understand it.

Rong Shaoqi couldn't understand it, he trembled when he saw Rong Mian, and immediately decided that he had guessed right, and Rong Mian was afraid.Look at the pile of his paintings, what the hell!A mass of colorful paste, what a shame!Dare to show off?

"Third brother, I'd better ask the emperor to forgive me."

Rong Shaoqi stepped forward and tried to persuade him warmly, but saw that Rong Mian was indifferent, and persistently laid out the paper until he covered the entire painting, as if covering his ugliness, so that no one could see it.

"Your majesty said just now that he will not punish the crime, why don't you hurry up?!"

Rong Shaoqi was angry, he drew this kind of bastard painting by himself, and he was still arrogant here, with a conceited and determined face, do you think you are so great!

His voice was so loud that everyone around could hear him.The courtiers did not ask the emperor to punish Rong Mian for the crime of deceiving the emperor. First, the emperor said that he would not punish the crime; second, Rong Mian is a bastard, and his status is too low.As an important minister of the country, asking the emperor to punish a little bastard, isn't it a shame? !

No one spoke, the venue was very quiet, only the voice of Rong Shaoqi's arrogance.

Prince Qin limp into a ball again, lying directly on the table, a few pink or overripe apples were placed on the plate next to him, Prince Qin's beautiful cheeks were pressed against the table, and the apples seemed to be placed on him specially as a still life. cheek, "Rong Mian, are you insulting my prince?"

After a day of hard work, I produced three paintings, which should be for people to see anyway.

Look at what Rong Mian has done, this kind of lump of colorful and black, pigs don't even look at it.

Everyone glanced at Prince Qin inexplicably, unable to understand what he said.

Rong Mian understood, after laying out the paper, he turned his head to fetch the prepared pulp that was placed beside him.

"Third brother, are you planning to wash the painting? Unfortunately, no matter how you wash it, the painting will not be able to change into a prosperous scene." Rong Shaoqi looked at the paper and the slurry, and understood Rong Mian. intention.

Rong Mian lightly licked his chapped lips, and said calmly, "Second brother, please don't say a few words."

He took two steps back, glanced at Rong Shaoqi coldly, and at the same time, the syrup in his hand splashed out!

wow——

Rong Shaoqi got close to the painting and was splashed all over his body. Wow, he let out a low cry of anger, and immediately followed the call in all directions, forming a continuous piece!

"Okay, good painting!" Emperor Rui said loudly.

"Hurry up, Young Master Rong, take off the paper on the surface, let the painting reveal its true face, hurry up." King Jing shouted hastily.

"Rong Mian, you have become good at tricks." Prince Jing curled his lips indifferently.

Rong Shaoqi suddenly turned his head to look at the painting, only to see peach blossoms smudged under the layer of paper laid out on the surface, lumps of colorful and ink-colored fabrics, playing back in slow motion. In front of the eyes, it is more like a peach blossom. The process of the peach branches stretching and blooming is vaguely displayed in front of the eyes through the upper layer of paper.

When all the peach blossoms "bloom" almost, the peach branches "stretch" out of the waist, and the whole painting is fully filled on the huge drawing paper.