Uncrowned Evil Emperor

In a few words, Young Master Feng put the chaos out of order, so I have to mention that this girl does have a politician's mind, and she stupefied the heroine of the shopping mall, Miss Shangguan.

"What do you want me to do?" Shangguan Ruomeng asked.

Feng Shao stretched out his hand to hold Shangguan Ruomeng's small hand, his nerves were touched, and Shangguan Ruomeng's whole body tensed up...

Subconsciously wanted to break free, but was a little bit reluctant.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, how dare you do it?

This is the first time I've held a man's hand, it's very comfortable, and I'm so ashamed...

"Come with me!" Feng Jueyu said, facing the public: "Since Mr. Xi draws a beauty, then I will also show my ugliness and draw a beauty. What do you think?"

With this question, the crowd applauded continuously...

Looking at Feng Jueyu's extremely clear eyes, Shangguan Ruomeng suddenly realized: So that's the case, it seems that I thought too much, why did this enemy suddenly act unexpectedly.

As Feng Jueyu came to the small pavilion, the seat had already been given up in the pavilion, Feng Jueyu asked Shangguan Ruomeng to sit down, and then said: "You can sit down, just pose casually, it will be fine soon..."

Shangguan Ruomeng nodded, sat upright, but felt something was wrong, he was uncomfortable all over his body, and finally let go boldly, and simply put one hand on the stone table and the other on the stone table. On his lap, he smiled at Feng Jueyu with affection...

"Okay, that's it, don't move..."

Seeing this, Feng Jueyu immediately shouted, without any other meaning, just because this movement is very natural, very natural...

I saw Feng Jueyu took out a piece of paper, only one piece, and walked away far away, came to the Babao cloud locust tree, spread the paper out, and asked someone to bring a thick enough mat to spread it on, Sitting directly on the ground...

Everyone looked at it strangely, Wang Chongde couldn't help asking: "Young Master Feng, don't you use pen and ink?"

Feng Jueyu half leaned half on the Eight Treasure Cloud Tree, and said with a slight smile: "My lord, if you don't know how to draw, you can just find a piece of charcoal. Don't take offense if you don't draw well."

Shangguan Lingyun was stupefied looking outside, she is too shrewd, let me say that I can't paint, no matter how ugly the painting is, no one else can tell anything, and what's more, it uses charcoal, who can draw with charcoal? ?

When Wang Chongde heard the words, he didn't feel that Feng Jueyu was pretending to be a gesture, but he admired him because of his directness and honesty.

"Charcoal? Mr. Feng is really ingenious, so let me wait and see..."

Outside the crowd, Shangguan Lingyun poked Shangguan Ruofan with his thick fingers like iron rods: "Have you ever seen him draw? Using charcoal."

"No." Shangguan Ruodan's eyes remained fixed.

"Fuck, what have you seen?"

"I've seen..." Shangguan Ruofan almost said "practice sword", halfway through the words, he felt that Grandpa's eyes were wrong, turned his head and saw that Shangguan Lingyun was staring at him, quickly covered his mouth, and said after thinking about it : "I've seen him eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Shangguan Lingyun's nose was twisted with anger, and he cursed: "Damn it, you little monkey bastard."

Under the locust tree, the light branches are flying, the atmosphere around the small pavilion gradually calmed down, the faint fragrance of purple orchids overflowed in the small garden courtyard, wafting wisps of fragrance, and a few residual petals fell from the branches with the wind...

There was no sound in the yard anymore, and everyone could only hear the rustling of leaves. Besides that, the rustling was also the pointed charcoal in Feng Jueyu's hand...

One stroke at a time outlines a youthful and beautiful appearance...

One by one, it outlines a beautiful and moving...

Rusting, a piece of clean, elegant, and pretty is easy to appear on the rice paper, the strength under the pure appearance, the tenderness in the firmness of the beautiful eyes, are all perfectly presented on the paper...

In less than one stick of incense, the portrait of Shangguan Ruomeng was perfectly completed. There was no pavilion, no tree, no flowers, no wind, and no exaggerated scenery. Instead, the portrait of Shangguan Ruomeng was beautiful and dignified. Totally highlighted.

The brushwork in the painting is extremely simple, and lacks too much artistic conception compared with ink painting. However, because of this, the people in the painting appear more real and complete than those rendered by any thick brush and ink, which is eye-catching. Looking over, it is undoubtedly Shangguan Ruomeng...

"It's done, it's done, it's really like, it's really like, the painting is good..."

"A masterpiece, a masterpiece, a pinnacle work, incomparable..."

A few old and poor people couldn't help but get behind Feng Jueyu, listening to what he just bragged so loudly, they wanted to see if this kid had that ability, but when they looked over, Several people froze like petrified.

That brushwork is not a brushwork at all, but it can outline every angle of Shangguan Ruomeng, every side, front, and even a few rough fillings and embellishments at the bottom can actually outline the back of the person in the painting, forming a perfect picture. three-dimensional...

Absolutely!

Hearing the god-like praise from the old poor, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, they gathered together and surrounded them, and when they took a look at it, all the people present gasped.

"It's too similar... This is too similar..."

"What a beautiful painting, what a beautiful person, vivid, really vivid..."

Wang Chongde snatched the painting excitedly, and after reading it over and over again, he kept tsk-tutting: "Okay, really good, very good, great, it's unbelievable that this painting came from a piece of charcoal, absolutely, really Absolutely..."

Xu Zixiong, Ma Yuanru, Shang Gongjin, Chen Hongjie, and even Xi Ruiyun came together. They didn't believe that Feng Jueyu's paintings could be so good. Even Mr. Wang, who is unparalleled in painting skills, praised Xio...

However, when they saw Shangguan Ruomeng vividly and vividly on the paper, they all knew that Xi Ruiyun had lost, a crushing defeat...

There is no reincarnation at all, this painting not only beats Xi Ruiyun's painting, it even beats the masterpieces of all painters in the world...

There is no painting comparable to the one in Feng Jueyu's hands...

Shangguan Lingyun, Mu Hongtu, and Xu Liefeng squeezed over. They didn't need to get too close, but just looked at it from a distance, and the three of them turned pale with shock.

"It's too similar...it looks like it was carved out of the same mold..." The three of them looked at each other, rubbed their eyes and looked towards Xiaoting.

At this moment, apart from the paper, everyone's eyes were on Shangguan Ruomeng.

Shangguan Ruomeng didn't move. Even when she saw everyone surrounding her, she didn't dare to move. She just listened to the admiring voices around her and the eyes that were almost envious to jealous. Finally, she couldn't help but stood up. ...

Everyone tactfully parted ways, let Shangguan Ruomeng walk in, approached Feng Jueyu, took the drawing paper from Wang Chongde's hand, and looked at it carefully.

Seeing this, Shangguan Ruomeng thought he was dreaming, covered his mouth in astonishment, and then looked at Feng Jueyu in disbelief, his eyes almost burst into tears...

"this is me……"

"That's right, this is you, isn't it good-looking?"

"nice……"

"Just look good." Saying this, Feng Jueyu rubbed the black ash on his hand, it was really difficult to wipe it off, so he simply cupped his fists and said: "My lords, please comment."

"Do you still need comments?" Everyone couldn't help thinking in unison.

Wang Chongde smiled dumbly, and said: "Mr. Feng, you made such a painting, how can I comment on it?" The implication is that this painting is the best choice, and there is no one in the ages.

The crowd laughed...

"That means it's okay?" Feng Jueyu made a joke, then patted his chest and said, "That's good, that's good, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed."

"This...haha..."

Feeling Feng Jueyu's humor, everyone laughed along, and the atmosphere on the scene gradually changed from tension to joy.

Wang Chongde: "Since this is the case, the outcome has been decided..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jueyu interjected: "Lord Wang, poetry, calligraphy and painting are things for entertainment, and there is no need to win or lose. As long as it is pleasing to the eye, the purpose has been achieved, isn't it?"

"Oh? Uh, yes, yes, haha." Wang Chongde was stunned for a moment and then laughed. The more the elders looked at Feng Jueyu, the more they liked him, and then they looked at Xi Ruiyun who looked hopeless and helpless next to him. Oh, what a comparison. There is no comparison between a human being and a dead human being.

Wang Chongde said again: "Young Master Feng, I would like to ask you a question, the method of painting this painting..."

"Are you talking about painting?"

Everyone looked at him one after another...

Feng Jueyu said: "Speaking of which, it happened when I was young. At that time... I can't remember how old it was. Anyway, I was very young. I once met a woodcutter in the mountains of my hometown. He didn't have money to buy a pen, so he used it Drawing with charcoal on the ground, I have developed this unique art over time. When I was young, I saw it was fun, so I asked for advice, and the woodcutter taught me. It is said that this drawing method is called sketching, and it is the most useful for drawing people. ..."

"Sketch?" Everyone memorized the noun.

In fact, Feng Dashao's sketching is basically a little more entry-level. When I used to do tasks, I always liked to pretend to be a photographer or a painter to survey the terrain and observe the target, so that I can choose the timing and method of shooting, and I will become proficient over time. Well, after all, I have only attended a few professional courses.

I didn't use it today to express myself, if it wasn't for venting anger, he wouldn't be bothered to draw.

As for the origin of the sketch, it was naturally made up by him, and there is no way to verify it. Believe it or not, it's just like this, what the hell...

Wang Chongde was shocked, and then nodded and said: "The world is so big, I am beyond my generation to know. I can't imagine that there are such capable people in the small mountains. Mr. Feng, if you don't know, can you give this painting to this old man?"

"Of course not..." Feng Jueyu casually refused.

Everyone was very happy because they saw Feng Jueyu's unique skills, but when they heard it, their faces changed slightly.

Wang Chongde is also a big official, quite well-known in the literary world. If people want your paintings, they think highly of you. You don't even have the slightest intention to decline it. It's too embarrassing to reject it so straightforwardly and directly.

Without waiting for everyone to ask the reason, Feng Jueyu immediately said: "My lord, this painting is naturally going to be given to Miss Shangguan. If you like it, I will paint it for you sometime later, how about it?"

"Uh, this..." Wang Chongde was so ashamed when he heard the words, he was ashamed and said: "Oh, I'm so old and rude, Mr. Feng is right, the painting is a gift to the person in my heart, this painting should be owned by Miss Shangguan..."

Shangguan Ruomeng listened, feeling sweet in his heart, he held the painting in his arms, but he couldn't bear to let it go, this idiot, when did he learn to use this method to impress my heart, but this painting is really looks great……

Outside the crowd, Mu Hongtu blinked his big eyes and asked Shangguan Lingyun, "Old Shangguan, did you give them an engagement date?"

Shangguan Lingyun: "There is still half a year, full, what's the matter?"

Mu Hongtu: "Get ready, the two little guys are in a hurry."

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes, why didn't I think of it, how about rescheduling tomorrow..."

Mu Hongtu: "..."

When everyone was discussing the "sketch" painting enthusiastically, an old and deep laughter came from the inner hall: "So everyone is here."