Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 80 Wei Jinglue’s Paintings

In this world, except life and death, everything else is trivial.

This is what Wei Jinglue's mother told him since he was a child, so he will do anything in life and death.

The reason why life and death are mentioned is naturally because the battles in the court are unpredictable. For those who are keen, as long as they see some actions and attitudes, they will find that they may have been between life and death.

In his view, His Majesty's withdrawal of 66 officials was definitely not for good luck.
This includes Wang Youming and Cao Fengbo in front of you. Naturally, His Majesty has shown very clear actions and attitudes towards the three major sects.

Therefore, the three major sects now face the choice of being tough with His Majesty who breaks the rules, or completely surrendering. The former naturally does not need to express any attitude, while the latter naturally needs a vivid attitude and action.

And the sooner you show it, the better.

Because, His Majesty may soon give the three major sects another punch.

If you don't express your attitude, you are very likely to be accidentally injured.

Therefore, Wei Jinglue, who originally came here on behalf of Qingzong, decisively chose the latter and was about to do something to show his attitude now.

He understood that since he wanted to express his attitude, he had to make it very clear, so clear that His Majesty would not misunderstand, and everyone must feel that Qing Zong was like the waste paper lying on the ground in the middle hall. It's so useless that it can't be scrapped anymore.

So in: "Actually, I'm a painter."

The third son, Zhao Chengfeng, asked: "So?"

Although he was entangled for a moment, he still replied decisively: "So actually, when I come today, the cases are secondary. On behalf of Qingzong, I mainly want to draw a painting for the third prince and the little princess, and wish the two newcomers a happy marriage. May we be together for a hundred years, and we will be united forever~!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people in the hall changed. Wei Jinglue took out his small drawing board.
The young princess Wei Huanchu found it difficult to adapt to this change.

But Zhao Chengfeng was different. He had been baptized by Li Mingyang, and he didn't think the Wei Jing in front of him was too much.

And anyone with a discerning eye knows that it doesn’t matter what you say, nor does it matter what you draw next.

The important thing is that his move represented Qingzong's withdrawal from the three major sects.

He wanted to show clearly that after seeing His Majesty's actions, Qingzong immediately chose to surrender. He no longer surrendered, and he could no longer surrender.

In this regard, Eunuch Zhou was certainly the most satisfied person in the room.

He looked at the young but extremely sensible Wei Jinglue and showed an amiable smile: "Your Majesty, Princess, I'm afraid you don't know that Wei Jinglue is famous in Kyoto for his quick painting as if he were alive!"

This was indeed the first time Zhao Chengfeng had heard of it: "Oh, really?"

Of course Wei Huanchu had heard about it a long time ago. He nodded and said, "It's hard to find a painting."

Of course Zhao Chengfeng took advantage of the situation and said, "Then Brother Lao Wei is here?"

Wei Jinglue heard the words Brother Wei: "Don't dare, it's just a small trick, it's embarrassing."

"Then us?"

Zhao Chengfeng looked at Wei Huanchu and then at Wei Jinglue, meaning to ask him how he wanted to paint.

Wei Jinglue really didn't mean to flatter him this time, and said: "With His Royal Highness's handsomeness and uninhibited appearance, and the Princess's delicate beauty, I imagine that no matter how I draw him, he will look good."

Zhao Chengfeng laughed: "That's it, we won't move."

Wei Jing slightly nodded and immediately made the first stroke.

.........

The atmosphere in the main hall of the Crown Prince's residence changed so quickly and strangely that it was jaw-dropping.

A moment ago, after Eunuch Zhou said, "You guys, your official position is gone," the air in the hall seemed to have solidified.

The central hall is now a harmonious scene. In order to ensure that Wei Jingqian's painting was good, the two owners of the mansion, Zhao Chengfeng and Wei Huanchu, subconsciously sat up and showed a slightly fake smile.This gesture will naturally dilute the original tense atmosphere in the hall.

The rustling sound of the paintbrush in Wei Jinglue's hand, coupled with the sound of light raindrops outside the window, further softened everything.

In the quiet but not deathly silent nave, Pang Shi, the elder of Xuanzong, looked at Wei Jinglue with a deep frown.

Wei Jinglue seemed to feel his eyes, and he couldn't delay giving him a meaningful look while drawing.

Then Pang Shi suddenly felt that Wei Jinglue's painting today was extremely slow.
He immediately understood that Xiao Wei, who actually had some connection with him, was deliberately slow to let him think clearly about what to do next.

As for the Jingzong elder and the old woman Chen Gu, there was naturally no tacit understanding between the two.

She just looked at Wei Jinglue and felt that his words, his actions, his current painting posture, and most importantly, his betrayal, were all a kind of harm to her and Jing Zong.

As a result, she now has complex emotions and strong emotions.

If you want to refine the thoughts between complex moods and strong emotions.

That might be
She wanted to slap Wei Jinglue to death!

Of course, Wei Jinglue would not be photographed to death. Although he deliberately slowed down a bit, he still finished the painting quickly.

Eunuch Zhou stood beside him and immediately praised it. He picked up the painting and came to the third prince and the little princess.

At first glance, Zhao Chengfeng and Wei Huanchu saw that they were indeed lifelike. Not only were the portraits clear, but the temperaments of the third prince and the little princess were also vividly outlined in the pen and ink. Moreover, they were able to reach such a level at such a fast speed. , indeed amazing.

It’s just that I haven’t even said a few words of praise.

Eunuch Zhou made a suggestion: "Since Xiao Wei is here, why not draw a picture for me, the crown prince, and the third real person?"

The three real people were stunned when they heard this, but did not refuse.

Zhao Chengfeng nodded naturally.

The little Taoist priest who was particularly taciturn today looked left and right, then quickly stepped aside.
Wei Jinglue could not refuse at all and immediately took up writing.

This time, he painted quickly and the portrait became perfect again.

When he handed the painting to Eunuch Zhou, the old eunuch praised highly: "The painting is perfect!"

As he spoke, he held the painting, passed over Wang Youming and Cao Fengbo, who were still at a loss and had become commoners, and came directly to Elder Xuanzong Pang Shipang.
Then Eunuch Zhou handed the painting to him with a smile: "Old Pang, take a look, does it look good?"

Pang Shi saw the prince in the middle, the eunuch on the left, and the Taoist priest on the right.

In fact, he had just seen this picture, but now that it was a painting and Eunuch Zhou handed it to him to see, the meaning naturally changed.

So after pondering for a moment, Pang Shi finally took a deep breath: "It looks good."

The expectant Eunuch Zhou was very satisfied when he heard this.

"right."

As he said that, he turned around and bent down, as if he had acquired some rare treasure. He came to Jingzong Aunt Chen in a hurry to show off, and handed the painting in front of her: "Aunt Chen, take a look at this, too. Is the painting good-looking?"

Gu Chen, whose face was extremely gloomy, did not answer.

As a result, Eunuch Zhou straightened his waist a little, but his tone was still the old slave tone before: "Isn't this good-looking?"

Aunt Chen frowned and still did not answer. The groove on her old face seemed to be deeper and uglier at this moment.

Seeing her expression, Eunuch Zhou straightened his spine, and all the previous feelings of inferiority disappeared. He asked again, word for word, in a low voice: "Are you sure you think this painting is not good-looking?"

(End of this chapter)