Cui Weizhen was so popular that Chen Lingyu suffered from red eye.
As the Tanhualang in the last round of palace examinations, he has outstanding literary talents and is highly sought after. Today he was specially invited to participate in the poetry meeting. Now these scholars are ignoring him and pursuing a newcomer, and their expressions are not right.
He snorted coldly and said mockingly, "What a master of fine brushwork, he is just a clown trying to please the public. He looks similar but doesn't quite understand what he meant. It's an insult to elegance!"
The scene was frozen for a moment.
That group of enthusiastic scholars wanted to speak for Cui Weizhen, but did not want to offend Chen Chenyu. They were extremely embarrassed.
When Ye Zhenzhen heard this, she immediately retorted, "My husband's paintings have been praised by famous scholars. You don't have to like it, but you can't accuse me of it. I dare to ask Editor Ling, where can I find my husband's paintings?"
Are you insulting the gentlemen?"
Chen Chenyu looked arrogant and disdainful, "Adapting the techniques of the predecessors without authorization to attract people's attention is not just sensationalism, so what?"
"This is really strange."
Ye Zhenzhen laughed and said: "According to Editor Ling, scholars only need to abide by the views of their predecessors and stick to the rules. What new knowledge should they study? By the way, Editor Ling should not write poetry again, lest he be criticized by others.
To say that you are sensationalizing is an insult to politeness."
"You! You are so glib and talk nonsense!"
Ling Chenyu became angry and started to attack him personally, "You are a woman and a child, what do you know?"
"Although she is a woman and a child, she also knows that gentlemen are harmonious but different. As an official of Hanling Academy, editor Ling should have far-reaching plans for His Majesty. If he can't even accept the innovation of paintings, how can he negotiate to govern the country and bring peace to the world?"
A clear and calm male voice sounded unhurriedly, and everyone was startled. They all looked towards where they came from, and they were all stunned.
The visitor wore a straight-breasted blue robe, a belt with a moon-white auspicious cloud pattern around his waist, and a piece of fine mutton-fat white jade hanging down vertically. Next to it was a delicately embroidered black bamboo purse. Other than that, he had no other extraneous items on his body.
His jet-black hair was raised up with a jade crown. A few strands of broken hair fluttered in the wind on his forehead, brushing past his thick sword-black eyebrows. His deep-black phoenix eyes were very light and very light. He did not dare to stay for a long time for fear of disturbing the coldness of the man.
His indifferent demeanor affected his handsome appearance.
A gentleman is like jade, and Yeran is like a god.
Seeing such a fairy-like young master at first sight, the virgin girl in the plum forest blushed with embarrassment. Even a married woman was breathing unsteadily. She secretly looked at the visitor and secretly wondered which noble prince this was.
Only Ye Zhenzhen came up to him in surprise, "Weizhen, why are you here? Don't you want to have classes at the Imperial College?"
The frost in Cui Weizhen's eyes melted slightly, "There are no classes in the afternoon, so I'll pick you up on the way."
It turned out to be a surprise prepared for her, but as soon as she arrived, she heard that she was being made things difficult for her, and her good mood suddenly disappeared.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't pay attention to clowns like Chen Chenyu. At this time, her vanity was greatly satisfied. Her cheeks were slightly red and her tone was sweet, "I have a carriage to see you off. Wherever I need you to pick me up, you ride."
It won't be good if you catch the cold while walking around. By the way, where is your cloak?"
Cui Weizhen's face froze, and he coughed slightly, "Landed in the Imperial College."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at him angrily, the weather was getting colder and colder day by day, but he loved to show off as a hero and didn't like wearing a cloak. This time he was afraid that he ended up in the Imperial College on purpose again.
For the sake of outsiders, I won't expose him. I just made a note in my heart and educate him again when I go back.
The intimate attitude between the two said everything. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him was none other than the rumored Cui Weizhen, Mr. Cui.
Finally meeting the idol in person, the fans present could not help but come up to chat. Cui Weizhen seemed to be arrogant and indifferent, but if the other party did not offend him, he was still willing to show his elegant and gentle attitude, so no one would feel offended.
Except Chen Chenyu.
His face looked as ugly as if someone had slapped him in the face, and he said loudly and arrogantly, "Master Cui believes that he is the best in the world of meticulous painting, but I am not so talented, so I would like to ask Master Cui for advice."
Chen Chenyu interrupted loudly, which was indeed a bit rude, but because of his status, everyone stopped talking and looked at each other.
Cui Weizhen said calmly without changing his expression, "This is a humble work. I don't dare to be too arrogant. Editor Ling won the award."
Chen Chenyu smiled disdainfully, "Master Cui, you don't dare anymore?"
His calligraphy and painting had been commended by His Majesty, and he thought that no one among the young scholars could surpass him. Now that Cui Weizhen appeared, he naturally hated him deeply and wanted to attack his arrogance.
Cui Weizhen smiled slightly and said, "I don't dare to ask for advice, but I am willing to learn from Editor Ling."
Chen Chenyu frowned, but soon smiled proudly, "Okay, let's make a picture of a lady each with the theme of Plum Garden, and let everyone judge how good it is."
Everyone had no objection. The Poetry Association was equipped with pens, inks, paper and inkstones, so there was no problem in painting. But for Cui Weizhen, it was not possible. He could not draw with just a brush.
But don't worry, Ye Zhenzhen was preparing painting tools in the cabinet of the carriage. She had asked Yuxiu to get them when Chen Chenyu had made a provocation. Now she put out all kinds of strange and fresh painting tools, which attracted everyone's attention.
When Cui Weizhen created his own gongbi painting, he modified the brush himself. Ye Zhenzhen improved it based on the experience of later generations, and it was very easy to use.
He already had a draft, so he asked Ye Zhenzhen to help him mix the paints, while he painted on the rice paper with his pen and ink. The fans couldn't help but come up to them, wanting to see clearly how he created the realistic paintings.
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As time went by, more and more people were attracted to the scene, and some even couldn't help but exclaim with enthusiasm in their eyes.
lifelike!
It’s so realistic!
The warm sun in winter breaks through the low and gray sky, shining a bright and clear light. The plum trees grow freely, and each branch has a unique shape.
The tree scars are all lifelike, not to mention the clusters of plum blossoms on the branches.
Look, the colors of the plum blossoms vary from dark to light, they are fresh and tender, and the water droplets at the ends are sparkling and bright, just about to fall. It does not look like they were painted on, but rather like someone did not pay attention and sprinkled some on them.
Like dripping water.
In addition to the lifelike scenery, even the ladies playing and playing in the painting are clearly visible, as if they are the people in the painting. Most of the female family members are included in the painting. Even if they don't have a full face, everyone can be recognized from their clothing, profile, etc.
Come out yourself.
If you hadn't seen him painting with your own eyes, everyone would have almost thought that he had a magic brush that brought the scenery and people into the painting one by one, and even gave people the illusion that they were actually the people in the painting.
"It's really incredible. Between me and the person in the painting, which one is real and which one is fake?"
Mo Qingwei exclaimed in surprise, expressing everyone's thoughts.
Yes, even if you look in the mirror, it's not as clear as Mr. Cui's painting.
