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Chapter 245, the painting seems to be immortal

Painter Wang is a famous painter in the capital and a erudite scholar. Many dignitaries like to ask him to paint. Naturally, these noble children also know his name, especially the princesses, who occasionally invite him to paint.

He came to draw a picture.

After he became famous, the painter Wang's portraits were also very expensive, ranging from one to two hundred taels to five to six hundred taels. There was an endless stream of people in the capital who asked him to paint.

This time, when Lu Qingshu said that he could paint a portrait of the princess, Painter Wang thought it was his chance to become famous, so he followed Lu Qingshu here to attend the party without taking any money.

This is especially true for other talented people who know how to compose poetry, play chess, and play the piano. They all want to perform well in this gathering of noble princes and princes, and win the favor of those princesses or noble ladies, so that they can rise to the top in one step.

At this moment, there were naturally a lot of people around Painter Wang. After Meng Xing was disliked by some noble disciples, no one gathered around to watch. Instead, some young princes and princesses wanted to see the people around the princess.

Make some fools of yourself and watch some jokes.

When Lu Qingshu saw this, he was naturally even more secretly happy. This boy was pretending to be unhappy, and he was so close to the princess. Wasn't he trying to steal the princess from him?

Also, the little fairy who wanted a portrait was also close to this boy. I don’t know what kind of bad luck this boy had, but he actually won the favor of these two beauties.

That little fairy probably didn't know anything. This time she invited one of the best painters in the capital to come and not only slapped the boy in the face, but also made the little fairy happy. He hugged her left and right.

Beautiful days are probably not far away either.

Lu Qingshu couldn't help but feel happy.

Two quarters of an hour later, the painter Wang painted a good portrait, which aroused the admiration of many princesses and ladies. They all asked the painter Wang to draw one for themselves. The painter Wang was extremely excited, but the look on his face was

Calm, indifferent and humble, he said that he could paint a picture for everyone, but due to limited energy, he could only select five princesses to paint for the time being.

Painter Wang was well versed in the art of salesmanship, so he took out the lottery box and drew lots for everyone, which aroused the interest of the princesses and ladies to see who would get good luck.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely lively. Five lucky princesses were soon picked out, and the others could only feel regretful on the spot.

Seeing such a lively scene, Lu Qingshu was extremely happy. As long as he could make these princesses happy, it would be an opportunity for him. Even if he didn't get the princess, it would be good to get these princesses. Unexpectedly, he wanted to fight against that

The boy's actions actually won the love of so many people.

In the past, when they, the children of noble families and the royal family, would gather together, they would never think of inviting those scholars to come. Their class was different, and they would not take these scholars seriously. Moreover, after these scholars became officials,

In fact, there is also a competitive relationship with these noble children.

Lu Qingshu is a little pleased with Meng Xing now. If it weren't for this kid, he wouldn't have thought of this move.

Lu Qingshu looked at Painter Wang's work, waved to Zhuo Lingyan, and said, "Painter Wang has already made a portrait of this girl. You can come and have a look."

Zhuo Lingyan ignored him. She had already imagined the paintings made by those painters and had no interest in seeing them.

Moreover, Meng Xing has not finished painting yet, she still has to pose for him to paint.

At this time, Meng Xing put down his pen and said, "Okay."

Zhuo Lingyan walked over briskly and said, "Show me."

The cold and noble Princess Yangping stood up and moved to Meng Xing's side. She took a look and nodded in praise: "Not bad! The painting is lifelike."

Zhuo Lingyan then walked to Meng Xing's side. When he saw the portrait, he was immediately overjoyed and said, "Your painting seems to be better than the last one."

What I saw in the painting was a landscape of lakes and mountains, even the surrounding green mountains were depicted. Standing by the lake was a graceful and graceful beauty, looking angry and happy at the same time. Her appearance was the same as Zhuo Lingyan's, but she looked even more fairy-like.

Meng Xing said: "It's a pity that we don't have colored ink, otherwise we could draw better." What I draw now is actually like a black and white photo, without color rendering, it is always much worse.

If you take a photo with a mobile phone and process some colors, Zhuo Lingyan will definitely be extremely beautiful. In fact, she is even more beautiful than those costume photos, with an ethereal and fairy-like temperament.

"Colored ink? Then go make some and draw a better one for me later." Zhuo Lingyan said.

"Let's see about it later." Meng Xing responded casually.

"If you draw me colorful paintings in the future, I can give you a treasure in exchange."

You are a treasure. Just trade you. When you become my woman, your treasure will also be my treasure. Meng Xing thought to himself.

If anyone can marry this Lei Zong saint, I am afraid that he will really win in this life. With the power of Lei Zong, even the imperial court cannot destroy Lei Zong. The imperial court has changed one after another, and

Lei Zong has stood firm for tens of thousands of years without falling.

"What treasure did you take out?" Meng Xing asked.

"I'll tell you after you draw it."

Forget it. I'm too lazy to bother myself with this ridiculous thing. Meng Xing thought to herself, knowing that this little fairy sometimes deceives people.

On the other side, Lu Qingshu was frowning. He waved to Zhuo Lingyan, but she didn't respond. As soon as the boy said it, she ran over eagerly.

He took the portrait painted by Painter Wang, walked to Zhuo Lingyan, and said, "Girl, what do you think of this one?"

While he was talking, he glanced at Meng Xing's painting and then at the one in his hand, and suddenly felt it was boring.

Meng Xing's painting of Zhuo Lingyan is lifelike, with mountains and rivers as background, and it is like a natural picture scroll. But what Wang painter painted is just a single portrait of a character, which is somewhat similar in spirit, but compared with Zhuo Lingyan, it is

Far from it, no feeling of immortality at all.

Lu Qingshu was a little ashamed. He wanted to slap this kid in the face, but now it seemed that he was going to slap him in the face.

Zhuo Lingyan said: "You don't need to look, I already know it doesn't look good."

Lu Qingshu became even more ashamed and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

At this time, the princess ladies who did not get the lucky draw came over one after another, looked around Zhuo Lingyan's portrait, and all of them exclaimed.

"This is so beautiful! There seems to be a fairy spirit in the painting."

"I want to draw something like this."

"I also want to paint something like this. That painting by Painter Wang is incomparable to this one. The portraits he painted are downright ugly."

"Master, I will give you fifty taels of silver. How about you draw me a picture?"

"This young master, I will give you one hundred taels of silver."

"Young Master, I will give you five hundred taels of silver."

"I'll give you one thousand taels of silver!"

All of a sudden, the princess ladies all shouted, their eyes glowing with blazing light, but they still maintained a trace of reserve.

But in their mouths, they regard money as money, and they work hard to retain their beauty.

The five lucky ladies also came over. When they saw Zhuo Lingyan's painting, they immediately lost their composure. They all threw away the bamboo sticks in their hands and said, "This young man, we also want to paint."

A picture like this.”

Those noble children and royal family members were also dumbfounded. Why did these reserved princesses become so crazy?


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