Not to mention a high-quality screen wall, even the minimum requirement for a medium-quality screen wall is that it must not have any obvious defects. This drop of ink made Jiang Yan's nearly seven days of hard work in vain.
Song Yingzhong sighed, no matter how he tried, this drop of ink could not be integrated into the entire screen wall.
Jiang Yan didn't seem to admit defeat, he sat cross-legged in front of the screen wall and thought hard about how to remedy the situation.
Finally before dawn, after the first ray of light shone on the screen wall, Jiang Chan, who had been sitting silently all night, took up writing again.
After smearing on the ink stain and embellishing it with paint, the originally dazzling and embarrassing ink stain turned into a dragonfly!
Jiang Yan's hand was the finishing touch. Not only was it no longer as dazzling as before, but it also added a dynamic beauty to the screen wall.
"Seconds, seconds!"
Song Yingzhong didn't leave all night, especially the last stroke of magic that not only didn't destroy the painting, but brought the entire screen wall to a new level.
Jiang Yan also had a long-lost smile on his face. Only Diao Kuiguang looked ugly. Seeing everyone immersed in the painting, he quietly exited and left Zize Garden secretly.
After the screen wall was finished, Jiang Yan was very satisfied. He was so happy that he wrote an article in the blank space.
Song Yingzhong wanted to stop it, but it was too late. In his eyes, the shadow mural had exceeded their original requirements, and the article on the painting at this time was completely unnecessary.
A well-written article on a painting is the icing on the cake. If it is not written well, it will ruin the painting.
The painter's artistic attainments may be very high, but the literary talent of most painters is mediocre, so it is often the painter who makes the paintings and inscribes them.
"Flowers of water and land, grass and trees, are very lovely. I love the lotus alone. It comes out of the mud but is not stained. It is clear and ripples without being evil. It is straight from the middle to the outside. It has no vines or branches. The fragrance is clearer when it is far away. It is a neat plant that can be far away
Watch but don’t play with it.”
There are many poems praising the lotus in the world, but the love for the lotus is the only one that deserves to be the best in the world. With this article about the painting, the screen wall, which was originally a good product, has gained a little more aura and charm.
After doing all this, Jiang Gu left with satisfaction. The more difficult the paintings, the more he gained. Now his painting method has reached the upper level of the Spirit Realm. It is not difficult to enter the Soul Realm before the literary examination. What is even more rare is the shadow mural.
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Jiang Yan's own painting skills were very high and even Lu Daoxuan praised him, but what he lacks now is just experience.
"Butler Song, please settle the bill."
"Oh, good"
Song Yingzhong took out the banknote from his sleeve and was about to say something when the guard of Zi Zeyuan whispered a few words into his ear and Song Yingzhong's expression changed.
"How did it come so fast?"
"Master Jiang, please keep this banknote. I have to greet the distinguished guests in Zi Zeyuan. Please help yourself."
Song Yingzhong didn't have time to get close to Jiang Gu, so she straightened her clothes and hurried outside Wutou Gate.
After finishing his work, Jiang Yan was ready to enjoy the scenery in Zize Garden, one of the eight scenic spots in the Qing Dynasty, and regard it as a collection of scenery.
There is a clear stream lingering in the garden, and you can hear the gurgling sound no matter where you go. There was no river here originally, but Shi Jilun forcibly dug the Jingshui River and guided the water from the Jingshui River into the garden. It is said that the various shapes in the garden are
The mountains were actually built by the people of the Qing capital with burdens and piles of soil.
Only the powerful Shi Jilun could do this by consuming so much people's energy.
The scenery here is worthy of its name. Jiang Yan looked at the sparkling water in front of him, reflecting the bamboo forest on both sides, and the autumn water was the same as the sky. Even Jiang Yan wanted to compose a poem.
"The light mist floats in the sky, the reflections of the chaotic peaks, and the ten-mile silver pond.
There are poplar trees hanging around the shore. Red buildings and red pavilions look at each other.
The fragrance of wild lotus and lotus, the double play, the two birds with one stone.
After the first rain, Lanzhi Tingzhou looks like Xiaoxiang as expected.
The wind is light, the water is vast, and the movement is sunny.
The prime minister painted a boat, filled with red powder from the Qing Shang Dynasty, and Ziwei Lang cultivated the misfortune and drank it, enjoying the fairyland.
On my way back, I visited Luangpo Fengmarsh, and this scene was unforgettable."
However, there was a terrible scene on such a beautiful lake. Two small boats were tied together with ropes and were wandering directionlessly with the wind and waves.
A man with no clothes on, standing on the bow of the boat with his hair disheveled, shot a water gun into the lake!
Jiang Yan was speechless at such behavior, but this was Zize Garden, and the only people who could visit here were celebrities from the Qing capital or wealthy dignitaries, so Jiang Yan did not curse.
When he wanted to leave, a small boat floated in front of Jiang Yan in the wind.
"There are fine wines on board, young gentleman, would you like to share them?"
During the period of making the screen wall, Jiang Yan didn't eat or drink well. Hearing this, he decisively got on the boat.
Although the behavior of this naked man was disgusting, he was not deceiving. There were indeed many butcher shops and many jars of wine on the ship.
Jiang Yan grabbed the meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt choked and drank heavily.
After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Yan saw the man with disheveled hair and no clothes lying on the cabin, drinking with him.
"Why aren't you wearing clothes?" Jiang Yan asked curiously. The weather wasn't that hot.
"I use the heaven and the earth as my building, and the cabin as my clothes. Young Master, you seem to have got into my pants now," the man said drunkenly.
Jiang Gu cupped his hands to express his acceptance. If he hadn't eaten his meat and drank his wine, Jiang Gu would have wanted to scold him for being a "cat cake".
"Just now I heard that you were outstanding in literary talent by the lake. How about you and I fight a poem in front of a bottle of wine? If you fail to do it, you will be punished by drinking a poem."
Composing poetry? Doesn't this hit your strengths? In this era without Li Du or Han Liu, Jiang Yan didn't think anyone could be better than him in poetry and articles.
"Okay, please come first, brother."
"My biggest wish in this life is to collect hundreds of boats of fine wine, put the delicacies of the four seasons on the bow, drink and eat the delicacies at the same time. When I am thirsty, I drink a bucket of wine, and when I am drunk, I drink another three liters. If I can die in this wine
That’s the most fulfilling life on board the ship.”
"Hundreds of boats are filled with wine, and delicious food is placed at both ends. Hold the wine glass in your right hand, and hold a crab claw in your left hand. Swimming in the floating wine boat will be enough for a lifetime."
Jiang Yan curled his lips after hearing this, "What the hell is this ideal of life? Since you are going crazy, then I will go crazy." Jiang Yan inserted a flower he had just picked from the shore.
"When you are drunk, you dance and pass each other to each other. When you sit on the bed, you always wear flowers. You must know that we are extraordinary. One puff has drained both boats."
The poem is very arrogant. The best thing about me is that I have a large capacity for drinking. I can drink up two boats of wine in one gulp!
After hearing this, the man laughed even more boldly and wrote a poem directly.
“Those who are good at wine regard the heaven and the earth as one dynasty, the ten thousand dynasties as a moment, the sun and the moon as a canopy, and the eight wastelands as a thoroughfare.
Walking without traces, living in a house without a house, sitting on the ground in the dusk, whatever you want.
When you stop, you hold the goblet, and when you move, you pick up the pot. The only thing you do is drink, how can you know the rest?"
After talking for a while, Jiang Qian found that although this man's behavior was a bit difficult to accept, he was proficient in almost all poems, lyrics and songs, and could pick them up at his fingertips.