Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 120 Abstract Painting?
The people simply introduced him one by one: "This is His Royal Highness Prince Anduin, the third son; this is Major Claude, captain of the military police; this is Mr. Dana, the director general of the Mercenary Guild... This is
It’s Mr. Saga…”
Shen Zhimo followed her words and said calmly: "I am a blacksmith on Qiangwei Street. If you want to buy knives, iron shackles, handcuffs, etc., just come to me and I will give you a 20% discount." It would have been unimaginable in the Ming Dynasty to have a prince included.
However, he knows that there are many countries in this world, and each country is only as big as a province in China. It is not uncommon for there to be more princes and princesses than cows, and the separation of powers between the emperor and the parliament in the country cannot cover the sky with one hand, and this prince is
The third son of the regent did not hold any real power, so it was not surprising to invite him to come and enjoy the flowers. Many people even dared to speak loudly to his face.
When all the men saw Zhi Luotilin, their eyes lit up and they automatically ignored Shen Zhimo's words.
Mrs. Clifford tore open the thick wrapping cloth, looked at it and said, "It turns out to be an abstract painting. It seems a bit strange... Oh, no, no..." Everyone heard her tone change again and again. What kind of abstract painting could it be?
To make the cold and cold lady exclaim? People gathered around, even the noble ladies who were sitting on the chairs came forward to watch. Madam Monkey, whom she met at the last banquet, was also there, and she even winked at Saga.
Say: "We just mentioned your poem."
Master Shen's "Spring Outing" was placed in front of them. When everyone took a first look at it, Prince Anduin thought very highly of himself, so he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "What is this? A strange painting without any order or structure." They found that the lady's gaze could not linger.
I moved, and then thought: "Is it really weird?" After a few more glances, the weird curves and outlines of uneven thickness seemed to contain magical powers that confuse people's hearts, and gradually turned into a wonderful scenery, with green mountains and green waters rushing towards my face.
It was as if I was in a sunny spring. Sitting on the willow embankment, with the falling flowers above my head and the cold stream under my feet, I felt extremely happy. I couldn't hear other people's voices and laughter, but there was a fierce and crazy voice in my heart.
He shouted: "Holy light, it's so beautiful, it's more fairyland than fairyland! I'm going to die, who can save me... If I could live in the painting, I would be willing not to be a prince."
Everyone saw Prince Anduin's eyes closed, his waist trembling slightly, his hands stroking his body up and down, his face intoxicated, muttering to himself, as if he had the symptoms of drinking the water of heaven, so they couldn't help but stepped forward to help him.
He asked with concern: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Your Highness?"
Prince Anduin suddenly woke up and found that he was still in this extremely vulgar "dream garden". He couldn't help but be disappointed and said blankly: "Oh, oh, it's nothing, don't worry about me."
"Saga, can you tell me what the name of this painting is?" Mrs. Clifford finally woke up, stopped looking at it, and asked.
"Spring Outing Picture."
Mrs. Clifford continued to ask: "Who painted it?"
Shen Zhimo maintained his usual humility: "My poor work is of really poor quality. It is not worthy of Madam's judgment. If you don't mind it, please use it as a table leg." Zhi Luo Tilin really wanted to beat him to death on the spot: "Obviously
The painting is so good, why is it so bad? Why is this person so weird?"
"Putting the table legs?" Mrs. Clifford was obviously stunned: "Why? Is this painting really painted by you?"
Shen Zhimo laughed and said: "The painting is not very good, it makes Madam laugh."
Mrs. Clifford stared at him closely and said: "My God, you are such a genius. This painting is breathtakingly beautiful. It has a unique style, fresh and smooth, and the treatment of every part is so clear and unique, beyond my imagination."
It would not be an exaggeration to call it an epoch-making masterpiece."
Except for Dana, the secretary of the mercenary guild, who has no education, other discerning people nodded in agreement. However, the relationship between the black-haired man and his wife is a bit subtle, and he is considered one of the love rivals. He cannot increase the ambition of others and destroy his own prestige.
. So although everyone recognized the status of "Spring Outing" in their hearts, they refused to say anything about it.
Mrs. Monkey tried desperately to squeeze in, but Prince Anduin pushed her away without any chivalry.
Mrs. Clifford said happily: "If this painting is auctioned at the autumn auction, it can fetch a sky-high price. Do you really want to give it to me?"
Shen Zhimo did not think about the value of the painting and said: "Of course, this is a gift from me. I hope you accept it."
All the nobles who had a deep desire to express themselves were speechless, obviously shocked by this talented man.
Prince Anduin looked at the "Spring Outing" reluctantly. He was even a little fascinated and said: "Madam... this... uh. I have a small unkind request. Can you forward the "Spring Outing" to me? Yes.
In exchange, you can make any request to me." Such words are already very telling.
Although the identity of the artist was unknown, the world's first ink landscape painting was so impressive in everyone's eyes that everyone wanted to get it quickly, so no one was surprised.
Mrs. Clifford smiled slightly: "I'm really sorry. Out of respect for my friends, I can't agree to your request."
Prince Anduin was deeply disappointed and turned to Shen Zhimo: "Is your name Mr. Saga? Can I ask you to make a painting like this for me? Of course, I will pay you accordingly."
Shen Zhimo snorted arrogantly: "Can such a work be painted as easily as you want? Do you think it is furniture in a woodwork factory? As long as you have the raw materials and strength, you can make as much as you want? Wrong! Art is
If you do it with your heart, if you don’t have inspiration, there is no need to talk about anything.”
Prince Anduin asked hurriedly: "Well... when will you have the inspiration?" The other nobles also looked at Shen Zhimo longingly, hesitating whether to shamelessly ask for a painting to collect. I have seen it in the upper class.
Countless people in the world have realized that this extraordinary painting has created a new genre in a practical sense. What is important is not how much it can sell for at auction, but what it can do to hang it in the hall at home.
How much face you have earned. Use your brain to think about how satisfying it is when your friend comes to be a guest and his expression of shock, envy or even jealousy when he faces "Spring Outing".
Shen Zhimo clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, his expression as desolate as Zhong Ziqi's dead Yu Boya, and said lightly: "Can you understand my painting?"
The words were quite rude. Prince Anduin was so eager to ask for a painting that he basically ignored it. He said respectfully like a student listening to the teacher's instructions: "I understand, I understand, how can I not understand?".
"I have traveled all over the continent of Illidakai for ten years, and experienced countless people and worldly experiences before I developed my mood to paint "Spring Outing". You want me to paint another one. Do you know what price I have to pay?"
"I know, I know, please tell me, Mr. Saga." Prince Anduin continued to nod and bow. Some people seem to not pay attention to anything, but if something unexpected touches their hearts, their temperament will change drastically.
As a result, his personality is so different that it is surprising. This is the case for the prince now.
If it weren't for their status, several royal guards would have rushed over to stop the prince's groveling behavior. The nobles who had been writing poems praising the golden rong flower were completely left aside. They were extremely embarrassed. They thought the painting was good, but they didn't.
The prince is so deep into the soul that he must pursue and obtain it.
Shen Zhimo said: "I am currently experiencing life at the Thorn Bird City Public Security Bureau. Come find me on Sunday and I can teach you how to draw such a painting."
"Okay, it's a deal!" The prince held the braggadocio's hand and said firmly: "I will definitely go!"
Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "The Prince Regent's son should have a little money. I don't know if I earn some money and spend it to help the poor. Is this considered robbing the rich and giving to the poor? By the way, joining the Prince Regent's line will be a lot of help for future plans. If you mess with me,
If you are unhappy, just kidnap this nymphomaniac son."
Prince Anduin didn't know that he was a white sheep automatically sent into the tiger's mouth, so he thanked him enthusiastically.
Major Claude, who was silent on the sidelines, suddenly said: "How can a painting with no proportions and inconsistent colors be considered a good work?" Seeing Shen Zhimo stealing the show, he felt unconvinced.
Mrs. Clifford said seriously: "Who stipulates that paintings must be in accordance with proportion? Anyway, the meaning of this "Spring Outing" has exceeded the limitations of proportion. I think you should go back to the Academy of Fine Arts to take a few more basic theory classes." I ignored it.
He asked his maid to pack up the paintings and take them back to the inner room for storage. He turned to Shen Zhimo and said, "Mr. Saga, please drink coffee while admiring the golden rhododendron flowers. In the hot season of midsummer, calming down and admiring flowers can undoubtedly relieve your worries.
I believe you will feel so."
Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "With such a large group of nobles around, the troubles are even greater. Those few people are fascinated by her, but they dare not blaspheme in front of her. Aubrey said that widows are helpless and often oppressed.
It should be a lie that is taken for granted, but seeing that she has invited so many people in power, her scheming is not simple. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Her dead husband was a powerful man during his lifetime, and no one dared to mess with it. But Chad was a newborn calf.
She's afraid of tigers, so she's so unruly. If I hadn't been there that day, she would still have been able to get rid of it."
This time, Shen Zhimo's seat was separated by a table from his wife. Some people were drinking and chatting, and most of them gathered together to recite poetry.
"Where were you just now? It should be His Highness's turn to compose a poem." The lady smiled and extended her hand to the prince who had not yet recovered. She stood beside the flowers, the wrinkled bow on her shoulder and the golden rong flowers reflected each other, attracting a lot of attention.