Wang Huai sensed the direction of the Mojiao exercises that he suspected to be practiced by the good girl, and his eyes casually swept across the entire Fengyue Hall of Qinhuai Tower.
It fell on Xie Huan, who turned into a silly chicken, and Wang Huai turned into a silly goose.
Just because Xie Huan was twiddling his hair on the fan, I couldn't help but be surprised by what was painted on the fan - the painting was so magical.
I praised him in my heart, and then my mind turned to the direction where I sensed that the good girl was suspected.
Su Yuru's mind was secretly tied to Wang Huai. He and Yao Tianxi were the two people at the table who had no interest in her.
At Yao Tianxi's age, when her grandfather still had change and he was a great monk, it was not surprising that he was indifferent to her.
Wang Huai, who looked like a romantic seed, couldn't stand it when he thought she was transparent, and couldn't help but become curious about him.
Wang Huaizheng radiated his energy and spirit like a radar to sense where the good girl was.
The others wished they could take out all the goodies in their stomachs and show them to Su Yuru to win her favor.
Su Yuru held a Luo fan in her hand and fanned it beside Wang Huai. The intoxicating fragrance and sweet voice came at the same time:
"The distinguished guests are talented. Mr. Huai thinks whose poems are the best?"
Wang Huai didn't know that those bookworms had just composed a poem, so he responded casually:
"They are all very good, Miss Yuru's is the best!"
"Poetry is inseparable from painting, and painting is inseparable from poetry. What do you think Mr. Wang has about painting?"
A voice came, drawing Wang Huai's attention, and he greeted the other party's ancestors.
Looking through the sound, he saw an older young man with high cheekbones and a sharp chin. He looked at him with hostility, and everyone's eyes also focused on him.
In his mind, Wang Huai began to take stock of the eighteen generations of his ancestors.
"That's Huang Zicheng, Zhu Yunwen's best friend. Zhu Yunwen didn't dare to come to Qinhuai Tower, so he sent his representative to attend - but don't call him Tanhua."
According to the history books, Huang Zicheng was a nerd, and he suggested cutting off the vassal vassal, which made the vassal king sweat, but he picked on the weak ones first.
As powerful as King Yan, King Ning and other vassal kings will naturally want to defeat him.
As a result, he moved out a pig teammate Li Jinglong, who was responsible for providing warmth, and King Yan was able to go to Beijing and become popular.
Wang Huai was puzzled when he couldn't mention Tanhua and said curiously:
"Did he become a prostitute and not marry the princess? Why can't he mention it?"
Gu Xuewen explained:
"He has been selected as the top pick. Lao Zhu asked about his age, but he kept it secret, and then he became the top pick."
Wang Huaiku suppressed his laughter, glanced at Xie Huan's fan painting, and then turned to Huang Zicheng:
"It's okay for me to grasp the knife, but when I pick up the pen to draw, it will only become like using a sword when I put down the pen. The precision and power are barely enough.
The spirit of the sword is outside the sword, and the artistic conception of kung fu when writing is also outside the painting."
Shu Yuru looked moved and said:
"What Mr. Huai said is a unique insight. How can it be said by a layman?"
Huang Zicheng felt as if he had lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot. He paid tribute to Wang Huai's ancestors in his heart and said another move:
"It turns out that Mr. Wang is a great expert in painting. I wonder if he has any good opinions on the use of colors in paintings?"
Wang Huai happened to see Xie Huan's magical paintings and deliberately said seriously:
"From what Brother Huang said, I knew he was a master of painting. Did I guess wrong?"
Wang Huai slapped him backwards, and Huang Zicheng's face felt hot.
When it comes to the exquisiteness of painting, Xie Huan here is considered a master.
Huang Zicheng is only an expert in taking exams, but if he doesn’t take exams in painting, how can he be considered an expert?
Huang Zicheng coughed dryly and said angrily:
"Although I have studied painting, I am not an expert. How did Mr. Wang base his guess on being an expert?"
Wang Huai showed a bright smile and then calmly said:
"It's very simple. People who love horseback riding will be interested in postures...oh...equestrian skills.
"I admire his horse...oh! Not the horse, but the painting, just admiration.
“I feel that paintings that produce colorful effects without using color are the highest artistic conception of painting.
"It's like a person who practices martial arts. No matter how good his skills are, he is still afraid of the kitchen knife. If there is no move, there is always a move to win.
If you don’t believe it, you can ask my buddy Xie Huan.”
Everyone looked at Xie Huan...
"Varied"!
Xie Huan opened the folding fan, revealing the image of a beautiful woman standing on the fan. Her breath was clear and fragrant, her skin was moist and her skin was plump.
Although it is black and white ink, as Wang Huai said, it does not contain any color, but gives people the feeling of color.
What's even more rare is that Su Yuru's amazing beauty is expressed vividly and just right.
The most shocking thing is that this effect has been created without any finishing touches!
And Xie Huan is just Wang Huai's follower. If a follower has this level, how can the real master not go to heaven?
Su Yuru said "Ah" in shock:
"When will Mr. Xie write the jade like a willow tree on the fan? I'm afraid that the jade is like a willow tree will stain the precious fan of the young master."
Everyone could see from Su Yuru's expression that she was deeply moved by Xie Huan's painting skills.
Everyone's eyes turned to Su Yuru's painting. Wang Huai felt free and easy, and laughed:
"My understanding of painting comes from the lively and fragrant beauties on the fan. With brother Xie Huan here, you don't have to listen to my nonsense anymore!"
Su Yuru rolled her eyes at him, even if all the followers are at this level, you still have to keep a low profile!
I wonder in my heart, could this young master be so broad-minded that he would not be envious or jealous at all?
Su Yuru was used to seeing all living beings, and men like Wang Huai who were qualified to pursue her always tried their best to behave in front of her.
Try to overwhelm other opponents, spreading its wings like a peacock, to win her attention.
Only Wang Huai, a special person, is different. He praises others vigorously. His magnanimity and magnanimity are simply extraordinary.
Or is he already married at a young age?
Thinking of this, Su Yuru approached Wang Huairen and whispered:
"Does Mr. Huai have his own heart and is he thinking about another woman?"
This is just flirting, Wang Huai heard it full of provocation.
Su Yu is as beautiful as a fairy. If you want to spend a good night with her, this time travel is worth it!
However, the Mojiao skills that appeared and disappeared like bait dissolved in the water attracted fish, sucking Wang Huai's mind into it, and he blurted out:
"I'm thinking of you, Miss Yuru!"
Su Yuru's eyes lit up like morning stars, and she couldn't hide the surprise despite her shyness.
Xie Huan had been waiting for this moment, as if he had stayed up all night, and finally caught the shooting stars in the sky, and quickly picked up his pen...
The portrait of Su Yuru in the folding fan is finally completed.
Not only do the people appear on the page, but the fan also has a hazy fairy spirit.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the fan again. Xie Huan took the fan and left his seat, deliberately walked between Wang Huai and Su Yuru, and said reluctantly:
"This is Xie Huan's most satisfying painting, but the fan belongs to Mr. Huai. It seems that the fate of the Qinhuai Hall tonight belongs to Mr. Huai!"
When all the noble disciples saw Su Yuru with the finishing touches, they excitedly said like an auction:
"I'm willing to pay a hundred taels of gold for this fan!"
"A hundred taels of fans, a hundred taels of paintings, I will give you two hundred taels!"
"The fan and the painting are two hundred taels each, and the fan bone is one hundred taels. I will give you five hundred taels!"