Everyone saw that it was Murong Ningxue, and immediately stopped talking too much. Murong Ningxue's weight was very clear. The old birthday star's niece and the direct lady of the Murong family had all the identity and prestige. She said this, how dare everyone dared to do it again. Talk too much.
Nangong Jian's face was already gloomy like the snowy night outside.
Ran Tianyang saw the clues, "Cousin, since that's the case, let's just show off on the spot and draw improvised on the spot. This is not something that can be prepared in advance, but only then can they reflect their true talents."
"That's right, that's..." the others also echoed.
"Hmph, Master Long has no longer said he is not good at painting. You are so good at painting like this, so just let him admit defeat." Chen Tong frowned and said.
"Since poetry is hard to distinguish between, Mr. Zhu also proposed to draw. Since he is unwilling to compare, it means that he does not have the ability and is not good at level, so he loses!" Ran Tianyang said to Murong Qiu: "Grandma, I think so, too No need to compare.”
Although Murong Qiu wanted Nangong Jian to win, she really liked Long Fei and asked, "Long Fei, what do you think?"
Lin Fei has been silent all the time. He also understands the psychology of these people in the top straits. He is indeed too obvious, which makes them feel unhappy and unite with the enemy. However, at this time, if he withdraws, they will look down on him even more. No, not to mention that there is an ex-girlfriend who is my beloved in the past. I think about my predecessor. If I want to win Murong Ningxue’s approval again, I can only get a high profile.
"Okay, then I'll be ugly. If you don't draw well, don't laugh at me."
Murong Qiu nodded and smiled, "You have already made me admire you. Since painting is not your strength, as long as you participate, you will win." She turned to Nangong Jian, "What painting do you want to draw?"
Nangong Jian said proudly: "Since we want to demonstrate the culture of China, it is better to paint ink."
"Long Fei, where are you?"
"I'm also ink painting." Lin Fei thought deeply. He was the best at ink painting in his previous life, which was just right.
"Okay, immediately carry out two books and get the four treasures of the study."
After a while, the book case and the four treasures of the study were placed on both sides of the middle, and the two of them each occupied a book case.
Nangong Jian had a hill in his heart, and immediately started painting with his pen and freely, with the style of a master. In the rice paper under his command, a picture of hanging bamboo was vividly displayed on the paper, which was vivid and lifelike, showing great skills.
A picture of ink bamboo was completed in a short while.
Everyone cheered, and Murong Qiu praised: "The vigorous and steep branches and leaves are full of shapes, and the ink color is fresh and refreshing. Although it is a bamboo, it gives people a sense of high spirits. It is really easy to paint!" He looked at Nangong more and more Jian Yue liked this boy, who was talented and had a prominent family background. If he had this nephew and son-in-law, he would be happy for his younger brother and sister-in-law.
At this time, Nangong Jian looked at Lin Fei proudly, and saw that although he started writing, he didn’t know what was drawing in the whole picture?
It is as dark as a hill, without any angularity.
"What's this?" several young children said disdainfully with their lips curled.
"If you can't draw, just admit defeat. How can you draw randomly on such occasions? It will affect the birthday party of our ancestors!"
“…”
Among them, a silent old man named Shui, who had been sitting at Murong Qiu's table, suddenly stood up when he saw Lin Fei's painting, and showed an extremely surprised look. How could this style and style be so familiar?!
Several people who knew how to draw also showed surprise, and they all felt this familiarity.
It is worthy of being Murong Qiu. After walking down to appreciate Nangong Jian’s painting, he came to Lin Fei and was stunned immediately, "This is...?!"
The person next to him continued to ask, "Has the ancestor seen the clue?"
Murong Qiu waved his hand and said, "You can see if you keep looking down quietly."
Lin Fei suddenly picked up the pen, and a cold branch turned from right to left, and then leaned slightly to the right at the tip of the branch. There were only three flower buds waiting to bloom at the top, only one plum blossom was painted, and only four plum blossoms were on the plum branch.
It blooms very isolated on the top, with no moss spots on the tree, and only a few thorny branches were added.
Someone had already exclaimed: "Ling Han's old plum blossom picture!"
Especially the old man surnamed Shui almost screamed out, his familiar style, familiar writing, and even Lin Fei's painting posture were so similar.
Is this a hell?
Lin Fei was in the painting and did not notice everyone's expressions. After the painting was completed, he mentioned a poem about plum blossoms next to him: A plum blossom branch bloomed alone in the corner of the wall, and he knew it was not snow, because there was a faint fragrance.
This calligraphy actually has the same style. The old man surnamed Shui could no longer hold it back, "You... who are you?!"
Who is this person? Lin Fei was stunned, "Who are you?"
"Don't let your surname be Shui." Old man Shui asked, "What does Wenshan have to do with you?"
"What Wenshan, I don't know."
"Shuiwen Mountain!"
Lin Fei was stunned. This person’s surname is Shui. Could it be that he has anything to do with Shui Bo?
But the world's self does not have any intersection with the Shuibo Shuiwen Mountain in this world. The brushwork of using Shuibo's own creation of plum blossoms naturally aroused this person's suspicion.
"Oh, Master Wenshan. Of course I know him. I admire him very much and am my idol, so I often imitate and understand his style. This Ling Han Mei picture was created by me imitating Master Shui's works."
Everyone suddenly realized that Murong Qiu nodded and praised: "You not only imitated his style, but also imitated his charm. His plum blossom pictures only use two or three strokes, with only a few strokes, with concise and concise strokes, and even the most beautiful.
Meaning. It can be said that there are thousands of paintings horizontally and vertically, but there are not many ink dots and many tears dots. If you take out this painting, some people will definitely believe that this is a recent work of Shuiwen Mountain, but the slightly insufficient one is on the tip of the pen.
It's a little pale, but because it comes from a young man in his forties, which is understandable."
The old man named Shui Shangjun, and he sighed, "I was really scared. I thought my cousin was still alive. Cousin, you have been dead for forty years. I didn't expect that someone would admire your paintings so much.
It's so gratifying."
Murong Qiu smiled and said, "This is wrong. Who doesn't respect Wenshanjun's paintings very much? But he passed away early and left few authentic works, so many young painters didn't have the opportunity to study.
Even if you copy it like Long Fei, it is rare."
Shui Shangjun nodded and said, "Yes, I was shocked when I saw my little brother's painting just now. I almost thought that my cousin was reappearing. I didn't expect that my little brother's words to my cousin were copied to the essence.
, it also surprised me."
Murong Qiu smiled and said, "Shangjun has the most say, it should be that way. I was also surprised by Long Fei. With this painting skill, he can be called the best among middle-aged and young painters."
"The old birthday boy has been awarded too much." Lin Fei said modestly.
Murong Qiu sighed, "The paintings of the two talents make it difficult for me to make a choice again. It's so sad."
She never expected that Long Fei was so hidden and so versatile. This Nangong Jian was so outstanding and even worse than him. What should I do? If Long Fei wins, Nangong Jian will definitely not
I will be happy. He is a child of a noble family, how could he bear such a defeat? Will this affect his relationship with Murong Ningxue?
Zhu Huaiyuan smiled and said, "Why do the old birthday boy have to distinguish between good and bad? Why not rank the two together?"
Mr. Shen nodded and said, "Yes, the styles are different and the angles are different. Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums are good at playing, but they are not beautiful when they distinguish the advantages and disadvantages."
"Okay, I'm so happy today's birthday party. I have seen two young talents who I admire. If I persist, I'll be petty. Let's do this. There is only one gift to prepare in advance. Since I can't decide the winner, I can't
As the lottery, you each made a request. As long as the Ran family can do it, they will definitely be satisfied." Murong Qiu smiled and said, "Nephew, you can tell me first."
"My request is also an invitation, which is to invite my eldest aunt to attend my wedding banquet with Ningxue."
Everyone smiled and nodded and applauded.
"Haha, I will definitely go if you don't say it. This is a great event for our Murong family. It's better to have a wedding wine as soon as possible."
"Then I'd better ask my ancestors for more good words."
It turned out that Nangong Jian was waiting for her here. He wanted to invite Murong Qiu to talk about the marriage with Murong Ningxue's father Murong Bo.
Murong Qiu didn't understand, "Don't worry, nephew Nangong, I've wanted to go back to my parents' home recently."
Nangong Jian was overjoyed, "Then I would like to thank my aunt!"
"Long Fei, what about you?"
"I? Actually, the old birthday boy I should have already received, and I am already satisfied."
"That won't work. Last time it was a reward for your cooking skills, this time it was a reward for your poetry and calligraphy and painting."
"Okay, but I really didn't think about it."
Murong Qiu nodded and said, "Okay, then keep it. Whenever I think of it, tell us the Ran family that as long as we can do it, it will definitely be fulfilled."
"Then I'll thank you for the old birthday boy."
Murong Qiu smiled and said, "Okay, I am so happy today's birthday party. Let's continue to drink."
"Okay, old birthday boy..."
The birthday party continued, and Lin Fei's performance attracted the attention of many people, not only because of his cooking skills and talent, but because of his only one night he became involved in a relationship with the Ran family.
One of the promises from the Ran family is that it is hard to buy with billions of gold!
Many people come to him for a drink.
Chu Nanfeng walked over and pulled him aside and whispered: "Brother Lin, you really make it easy for me to find. I went to Beijiang a while ago and couldn't find you. I even asked Mr. Ning and Zhong Weiguo, but they didn't know.
Where did you go? I didn’t expect to see you here, why did you change your name with makeup?"
"Hey! Brother Chu also knows my extremely dirty experience. I have told you before. Thinking that no one recognizes me in Shenhai, I put on makeup and changed my name to Shenhai to live a life. No one knows me.