I have to say that Zhao Ji is indeed an emperor with high cultural attainments!
He was a fast learner, and he mastered the techniques Wu Zhi taught him in a short period of time.
The picture shows a ceramic vase. Zhao Ji spent one night and painted it to a certain degree of resemblance.
However, Wu Zhi knew very well that teaching apprentices would starve the master to death, so he always retained his skills and taught these skills step by step.
In the short term, at least within a month or two, Zhao Ji would not be able to fully learn his superb sketching skills.
Wu Zhi praised Zhao Ji repeatedly, throwing flatteries one after another, and the praise made Zhao Ji laugh heartily.
At this time, Zhao Ji seemed to have thought of something and said to Wu Zhi: "You did a good job in the hall today, you were courageous and resourceful! Although your actions were a little exaggerated and you were very courageous, I just appreciate this about you.
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Zhao Ji added: "Originally, I didn't want you to talk about this muddy water, but since it has happened, then you should do it openly and don't worry too much!"
"Yes, I will obey the imperial edict!"
Zhao Ji laughed: "Your painting skills are indeed exquisite, but it still lacks color, which is not beautiful."
As he spoke, Zhao Ji clapped his hands.
Wu Zhi saw a young woman wearing Taoist robes coming in from the door.
This woman has a graceful figure, and the simple and elegant Taoist robe perfectly displays her graceful and delicate body.
Her facial features are very delicate, even better than Li Ping'er's, and her simple and elegant demeanor makes men unable to help but want to step forward and take a closer look after seeing her.
Wu Zhi did not expect that the emperor actually kept a Taoist nun in the palace.
But this Taoist nun is really very pretty. Her figure sways when she walks, which gives her a unique charm.
In Zhao Ji's eyes, this beautiful nun was just a tool. The nun stood beside Zhao Ji. Without Zhao Ji opening his mouth, she slowly stretched out her hand.
From Wu Zhi's point of view, this nun should be polishing ink for the emperor or something. But the next scene made Wu Zhi frown slightly.
I saw this beautiful nun actually grabbed a sharp silver needle from the table, then pricked her index finger and squeezed out a few drops of blood.
Wu Zhi was wondering when he discovered that Zhao Ji had mixed the nun's blood with another kind of paint, and then started to paint on the black and white sketch.
Zhao Ji also introduced it to Wu Zhi with great interest while coloring the pictures.
"The blood of this virgin is particularly fragrant. When combined with floral pigments, it will be exquisite."
Wu Zhi looked at the beautiful nun's hand again and found that there were obvious wounds on all ten of her fingers! Apparently, Zhao Ji often let her drop blood as paint for painting.
Wu Zhi only knew that this emperor was a little bit stupid, but he didn't expect that he was so perverted!
Such a beautiful woman was so abused and tortured by him!
"Wei Wan, add a few more drops"
Zhao Ji spent all his energy on painting and didn't even think about how much pain his casual orders would bring to others.
"I, my concubine, obey your decree."
Wei Wan responded.
She picked up the silver needle, poked the original wound again, and continued to squeeze out blood.
While she was squeezing the blood, her slender eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and her delicate and beautiful face was full of pain.
However, the amount of blood Wei Wan dripped with her fingers was not enough.
Zhao Ji suddenly grabbed a small knife inlaid with gold and silver from the side and cut two of Wei Wan's fingers, causing blood to drip down.
Although Wei Wan was shaking all over in pain, Zhao Ji completely ignored Wei Wan's life and mixed the drinks as if nothing happened.
After doing this, Zhao Ji waved to Wei Wan, and Wei Wan retreated without saying a word.
Although she was in pain and aggrieved, she remained silent. Apparently she did this kind of thing often!