Two or three things about my love affair with the beauty on the west side of the town

There seems to be a new kind of fire buried under the thick layer. Even if the momentum is weak, the hidden power is inexplicably not to be underestimated.

Except for Judiana who was heartbroken and silent, all those who were curious about the process of leaving the ring and trying to get a little bit of pornographic news were all fooled by Leon with his usual hearty smile. Usually, the parties would suddenly wake up after the conversation The information I get is completely useless, and even the tiny fragments of information that I get are as small as ant legs are perfectly far away from my emotional life.

"Pender, please stop laughing at me."

"Haha, that's not true! After all, your fiancée loves you so much!"

Pendor's shoulders bore the non-retaliatory blow from Leon on his master's behalf.

Reluctantly, Leon pulled out a few irises with slightly dry and curly petals from the white porcelain vase. He was going to give these to the flower products shop in Wangduli, to see how those elegant people with exquisite craftsmanship can make the most of these petals instead of causing them Useless waste.

He was also planning to find time to find Pamon once. This kind of extravagant and extravagant behavior was not suitable or allowed to appear in the relationship between the two of them.

There are many ways to express emotion, and there is no need to choose the most wasteful one.

……

This is so strange.

Mayotte lingered incomprehensibly at the attendant standing in front of him, and instead of his master, he delivered a slightly unreasonable but understandable message.

"My master greatly appreciates the spirit of continuous and selfless work of artisans to produce a handicraft, and wants to collect a painting that celebrates the artisan's carving and research. He has invited Lord Rosebridge as a painter, and the painting The scene wants to be in your carpenter's workshop."

The attendant said these words in an unassuming manner under Mayotte's astonished eyes. He seemed not curious about the reason why the master did this.

"I don't think there may be a... er, beautiful human figure that your master was looking for in the Royal Workshop."

He had heard about the peculiar idiosyncrasies of nobles.Some glamorous "models" are especially loved by the old men. They usually order the models to pose in unusual poses in the name of painting, sweat with a brush, and wantonly use their own paints to smear out The beautiful body of the model.

Mayotte at first believed that the master of the page sent the message to the royal workshop for this purpose.The so-called "model" in the superficial sense does not exist here at all, and this unreasonable request is simply an insult to the craftsman.He even almost yelled at the lord in front of his attendants, had his poor little head been kicked by a donkey and caused incurable hysteria?

But when his attendants mentioned Rosebridge, a commoner painter who was born in a slum and contributed half of his outstanding works to workers in all walks of life, he hesitated rarely.

The most famous painting "Dark Night" truly depicts that in the dry and cracked land under the bright sun during the day, the slave owner in the distance is waving a whip to threaten the weak slaves who are about to suffer from heat stroke.Few people who have seen this painting have difficulty empathizing with the slaves in it, and it is this great appeal that pushed Rosebridge to the pinnacle of public opinion in class struggle.

Perhaps it is to really want to praise them?

People who can make such a strange decision... are also worthy of being those nobles who idle around all day long!

In this way, the attendant got the promise and confirmed the specific date, then silently returned to the black carriage. Mayotte vaguely glanced at the gilt pattern engraved on the carriage.

Symmetrical on both sides, weird and incomplete cross.

……

"There will be an artist to paint the scene when everyone is working! You bastards, remember to keep working naturally and don't ruin the painting!"

"Know!"

After Mayotte yelled loudly, he turned around and greeted the people waiting behind the door with a very humble attitude and a smile on his face.

"Which tiger will subdue a black bear?"

Pender whispered in Leon's ear and joked.

"Hey, so you haven't had enough of the slap of a black bear?"

Leon stretched out his hand and patted the top of his head, which had been severely slapped by Mayotte, and looked at Pender with nothing to say in satisfaction.

The next moment, after the painter came in, almost everyone opened their eyes wide in disbelief, and a wave of whispers quickly swept through the small workshop space.

"My God! Is that Rosebridge?"

"It's him! Look at that raised horned beard, there is absolutely no mistake!"

"Why is Black Bear willing to invite such a painter?"

The short old man with disheveled hair set up his easel, completely ignoring the discussions of the apprentices below, and reached out to the attendants who came in after him for painting tools.

Two muscular attendants brought in several rather large iron boxes with rims, and one of them opened the copper lock with a key, and countless paints were spread out in front of Rosebridge and everyone in an instant.

Ultramarine, which originated from the exotic azure ore, is known as the "gift of the ocean"

Murex purple, and magenta made from crushed and ground holly worm corpses... These small tubes are enough to cover the annual living expenses of their family, and they are being placed in the box in the form of solid paint in bottles and cans.

The carpenters who make woodcarvings know a thing or two about these expensive pigments.

While everyone was busy lamenting his magnanimity, Leon inexplicably cast his eyes on the door frame.In the blurry shadow, there seemed to be a person standing still.

"Thump," the sound of the cane lightly hitting the floor shook Leon's eardrums, and was transmitted along the neck bone all the way to the heart that began to beat faster.

The black figure gradually emerged from the human form, and a corner of the wide brim of the hat was lifted by a gloved hand, revealing the lower half of the face with a beautiful jaw line.

And, the purple right eye.

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22. Painting

The heated discussion among the crowd could not be quelled even under the roar of Mayotte, but it suddenly disappeared when the nobles in fine clothes walked in, just like immature chicks facing eagles and falcons. When they are in danger, they instinctively gather together trembling.

Few families can use the emerald inlaid lion head without the king's permission.

Standing in the shadow of the door frame, the faceted emerald lion eyes shimmering with fine phosphorescence symbolize the supreme power that makes people surrender and admire.Diamond square buckle red heels, white belted stockings embroidered with dark laurel patterns...the hidden leftover clothes can arouse the common people's extreme curiosity about the extravagant life of the upper class.

He didn't seem to feel the eyes of others, or he was used to it for a long time. He sat calmly on the wooden chair in the workshop that did not match his identity, and cast his eyes on the canvas.

The relationship between Rosebridge and aristocratic men is surprisingly good. This rebellious painter resents and despises those arty nobles, but is willing to accept the olive branch extended by him, and tacitly allows him to sit behind him and watch the painting process.You know, some art masters have expressed a complete refutation of the act of viewing paintings, arguing that it will only bring unnecessary riots rather than a shared artistic experience.

The rest of the apprentices were pushed back to their positions by Mayotte's "bear's paw". Naturally, the sluggish Leon couldn't help but feel the voice that could knock the roof up close, but I don't know which god gave him enough courage. Made him look back.

The index finger of his left hand, which was wearing a navy blue glove, locked onto him, and then slid towards the canvas.

"Take him as the protagonist, yes, focus on drawing on Fei...he will not let you down."

Subtle whispers of conversation came to the ears, and the extremely familiar tones were gathered under the brim of the hat at the moment, and then Rothbridge snorted an unintelligible smile from his nasal cavity.

What are they talking about?

Without any basis, Leon felt that the conversation between the two had something to do with him, but Mayotte's particularly angry tiger eyes strictly supervised any apprentices who might be painting, and beware of their small actions delaying the painting process.He could only put away his useless curiosity and concentrate on his work.

The tangy fragrance emitted by the flying sawdust gradually soothed every restless heart caused by the presence of distinguished guests. Apart from the necessary conversations in the workshop, the rest of the time was filled with the muffled sound of knives sinking into wood.Leon, who was immersed in the process of grinding the mortise, forgot the two gazes that were biting his working body at first, one would move to others from time to time, but the heat of the other stayed on him almost all the time. Although he did not peel off the leaves of the soul as if he had cut the flesh openly, it still left a deep enough mark on the soul.

His eyes stare straight at the dark place he hides under the shallow skin surface, wandering freely in the parallel river of caramel and gray.He once heard a bard from a foreign land mention a strange fish. The body of the fish is completely transparent, and the inner meat can be clearly seen directly. It needs to be artificially supplemented by additional light sources to produce ornamental value. .

"This is something only nobles can appreciate!"

After listening to the description, Leon once said with emotion.

After all, although the price of candles for lighting lamps is not high, it is absolutely impossible to put the test of constant replenishment and replacement on the shoulders of ordinary people.

……

With the last brush stroke, the carpenter’s sweaty and strong back has almost been successfully drawn, and the wet olive shirt can really make people feel the exuberant energy.

The long-lost and precious lunch bell finally rang, and Mayotte was willing to move his huge body away from the door after the copper bell on the tower knocked twelve times. The hungry apprentices immediately put down their tools and cheered. Rush to the dining hall.Rosebridge also slowly draws