After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 79 Song Yao comforts Yue Changfeng

In fact, Yue Changfeng also felt that they would lose completely at this Spring Festival banquet.

After sighing, he walked to his seat.

Song Yao took out the cropped picture of the autumn feast, and drew it twice with charcoal.

Compared with the low morale of other people, in Song Yao's view, no matter what painting method is used, the final comparison is the effect presented.

Seeing Song Yao who was practicing painting hard, Yue Changfeng finally felt a little comforted.

When he got closer, he saw that Song Yao had only drawn a few lines on the rice paper, his legs gave way and he almost fell down.

It's all a mess.

He should go back and ask his father about charcoal drawing.

It still depends on him.

But Zhao Zixu, who had a good relationship with Yue Changfeng, really couldn't figure it out.

How could Yue Changfeng, who is usually arrogant and domineering, give Song Yao a head start.

Then he walked to the other party's seat, "Changfeng, you bought Song Yao's amulet, and you two are worth the money. Why are you still protecting her?"

Song Yao raised her eyebrows, becoming interested.

Yue Changfeng raised his chin and said, "Who told her that she has nothing to offer except medical skills and fortune-telling? It makes people feel distressed to look like a mentally handicapped child. I am doing good deeds every day, targeted poverty alleviation .From now on, she will be the one I cover!"

Zhao Zixu: "..."

If he had known this earlier, he should have told Yue Changfeng about his miserable life as an eighty-year-old mother with a cat and a dog.

……

In the afternoon class, Master Li who came to the school to teach felt the change in Lin Wanwan's group.

After class, everyone was busy discussing the paintings and practicing the pictures of the autumn feast.

It's a pity that there are too many famous artists who use ink painting to paint autumn banquets.

Looking at Song Jinse and Zhou Shuhe who came to discuss charcoal drawing skills with her, the chances of winning are great.

He opened the mouth and said: "Charcoal brush painting has just emerged. Although I am interested, I can't find the right way. The painting is not as exquisite as the two of you. However, I heard that Master Tan has been in seclusion for several days to learn charcoal brush painting. Shu He, your father Make friends with Master Tan, you can also find a way to visit Master Tan before handing over the painting, and listen to some of his insights on charcoal drawing."

Master Tan is recognized by Dayong as the master with the best painting skills, and a great Confucian of his generation.

In the harem, whenever a noble concubine with status and status is favored to paint portraits, the maids under her hand always ask Master Tan to do it herself.

It’s just that Master Yao has a weird personality and is aloof. According to rumors, apart from admiring Master Yao very much, but the other party shuts him behind closed doors, he seldom interacts with people on weekdays, and his painting depends entirely on his mood. Even if His Majesty visits the thatched cottage three times, it may not be that he is willing to paint.

Fortunately, Emperor Hui followed his iron-boned set.

If you can talk about the painting skills of the master, it is really better to listen to your words than to read ten years of books.

The students around who heard this showed envious expressions.

This is the era of the goddamn goddamn father!

"What the hell is there to do with the help of a master?" the male students in Lin Wanwan's group said angrily.

In this sad atmosphere, the school ended at night.

Song Yao and Song Ruanlin returned home together at night.

Yue Changfeng took Zhao Zixu and followed the three of them step by step.

Song Yao turned to look at him, "What are you following me for?"

Yue Changfeng hurriedly said: "Isn't this the way? I will take you back to the Song Mansion by the way."

"Yue Mansion goes north, Song Mansion goes south, how do you follow the opposite direction?"

Yue Changfeng: "... All roads lead to Chang'an, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you have the heart, you can still take the road."

Song Yao's expression was indescribable.

Zhao Zixu who was beside him couldn't stand it any longer, and said firstly: "Okay, he is afraid that you won't think about it for a while, and hanged himself, and wants to enlighten you."

Song Yao: "?"

What did she hang herself for?
"It's a bet that you must lose!" Zhao Zixu shook his head and said, "Master Tan's generation of painting masters must have studied the drawing method of charcoal brushwork, and then we will have a chat with Zhou Shuhe! Good guy, you have to give Zhang Maolin on the spot Sorry!"

Based on Song Yao's understanding of Tan Ze, even if he is given a few more years, he may not be able to study the essence of charcoal drawing, otherwise he would not have hugged her grandfather's thigh and cried to marry her as a half-brother siblings.

He said: "You think too highly of Tanchou."

"What's the name of the talk!"

Zhao Zixu immediately stretched out his hand to cover Song Yao's mouth, and said nervously: "Dare to call the master by his first name, it's not big or small! Be careful if someone hears it and pokes your spine!"

Song Yao took two steps back to avoid his hands, "Don't move!" She couldn't explain the origin of her relationship with Tan Zhe, so she only had a headache and said: "The picture of the Autumn Banquet is the prosperity of Chang'an City, drawn with charcoal Darkness is not as good as colored brush painting, we have a good chance of winning, and I can't kill myself."

Yue Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief, "Seeing you are so conceited, I feel relieved."

Song Yao: "..."

Don't worry about anything, you can rest assured!However, thinking about what Yue Changfeng did today, Song Yao still called people aside and said, "I think it's a bit evil for your family to have bad luck one after another. Maybe it's a matter of Feng Shui. Then ask your parents to take the amulet with you. If there's anything wrong with it ...you come to me."

Song Yao originally didn't want to care about Yue Changfeng.

But she really doesn't like being in debt.

Yue Changfeng's legs were so frightened when he heard this, "What do you mean? Didn't you say last time that I will be safe and sound in the future?"

Song Yao comforted: "At this time and at that time, you still have a long way to go in the future, and no one can guarantee whether you will see the moon tomorrow night."

Yue Changfeng: "???"

Please, shut up if you can't comfort people, okay?

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At three o'clock in Xu time, Tanfu.

A young man in green shirt hurriedly ran from outside the courtyard to the study, and said, "My lord, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple came to pay a visit."

As he spoke, he glanced at the painting on Master Tan's desk again.

It is the portraits of traitors that have become popular in Chang'an City recently.

Tan Ze is forty-three this year, with a beard and a black shirt, which really looks like a contemporary great Confucianism.

Hearing the boy's words at this moment, he frowned slightly, a little unhappy that he was being disturbed, and said without raising his head: "Just say that I am not feeling well, and I went out to pick out a coffin for myself, and I am not at the house."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head again and looked at the wanted notice on the table.

Next to the arrest warrant, there was also a half-drawn picture, which was obviously learned from the other party's drawing.

The servant got the words, turned around and ran out of the study.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he ran into Tan Ze's wife, Mrs. Tan.

Mrs. Tan walked in with a pot of tea, smiling, "Master Zhou was kind to you back then, no matter what, we have absolutely no reason to keep people away from the Tan Mansion."

As he said that, he looked at the boy again and said, "Master Zhou, why did you come to see us?"

"It is said that I want to send Mr. Ling to ask the master about his charcoal drawing skills."

Zhou Shuhe's talent is well known in Chang'an City.

Even for such a small matter, Mrs. Tan agreed, and asked the boy to bring him over.

Tan Zhe's face is not very good-looking.

Mrs. Tan noticed the painting in his hand, and said with emotion: "My master was really born for painting. In just a few days, I have already learned this painting method."

Tan Ze shook his head, "It's just that the appearance is not the same, and it's still far from it."

"But this concubine already looks very similar." Mrs. Tan looked at it for a while, and felt that the painting was lifelike.

Tan Ze sighed, "His Royal Highness is so stingy, he protects the identity of the painter like an eyeball, no matter how much he inquires, he won't reveal the origin of the master."

Mrs. Tan shook her head and said: "The princes in the palace have their own thoughts. When the prince was assassinated, I don't know who did it. This painter has great skills. If others can't touch the prince, they will inevitably seek revenge from him. The prince cares about his subordinates. In the future, he will be the best. A good monarch."

"I'm a person with a very strict mouth. Tell me, but I won't say it out. To put it bluntly, the crown prince is just picking up the search." Tan Ze felt angry when he saw the broken painting he drew, and said aggrievedly:
"It would be great if I could meet Xiaoyao, and we can study charcoal drawing together. She is such a good seedling, what are you doing to waste time studying at Qingzhu Academy!"

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Watching the time fly by, the Spring Festival banquet is coming soon.

Taking advantage of the two days of college rest, Song Yao just meditated at the mansion, or picked some medicinal materials that changed color when exposed to water and temperature, and did not go out.

But the bet between her and Zhang Maolin somehow reached Su Yingrong's ears.

She has no skills and loves to brag, Su Yingrong immediately picked up a stick and wanted to beat this unfilial girl to death.

Seeing her rushing to Changming Pavilion in a hurry, Song Yanzhi, who had just come back from the dog hole and was about to take a beauty sleep, rushed over in horror, and hugged her arm, "Mother, what are you doing! Are you going to fight?" Are you dead?"

"You don't even know what embarrassing things she did in the academy, I have to give her some color!"

Song Yanzhi heard that it was okay, and threw the man into the yard with his waist on his shoulders, "Mother! Tiger poison doesn't even eat its offspring! If you want to beat my father, my father is strong! You and him are not related by blood. I don't feel bad about the false relationship between husband and wife over the years and separation."

Su Yingrong: "?"

"Didn't you tear yourself apart with Song Yao? What are you still protecting her for?"

Song Yan was taken aback.

right.

He just remembered that last time in the flower hall, he hated Song Yao because of Song Jinse.

At that time, he was too chilled with Song Yao, and felt that Song Yao was not close to him, so it was better for Song Jinse to treat him better. In addition, Song Jinse gave up the position of county head, so he decided to break up with Song Yao.

But after calming down, he heard that Song Jinse had taken the credit from Yaoyao, and he regretted the bad words that day.

Wanting to find Song Yao, I can't hold back my face.

Let Song Yao find him, knowing that this is absolutely impossible.

Then he muttered: "It's not like you don't know, I always tear her face off more than ten times a year... She cried that day, she can't leave me."

"It's a useless thing, it can't be separated from Song Yao's stuff, you're going to piss me off!"

"Oh, mother, mother, don't hit me! You hurt me, I'm blackened and no one will take care of you!"

"..."

Song Yao didn't know that there was almost a lot of chaos in the yard today, and after two days of rest, everyone drew a picture of the autumn feast with one heart and waited to submit it for the election.

(End of this chapter)