Zhao Huansu hated Qin Feng deeply, but he had to admit that Qin Feng's policy of governing the people refreshed his understanding.
If you want to spend money to buy off such a wealthy leader, you must be mentally prepared to bleed and cut your flesh.
Zhao Huansu is not stupid. Although the one hundred thousand taels of silver is a lot, there are some money that should be spent and cannot be saved.
If in order to save these one hundred thousand taels of silver, Qin Feng is allowed to continue to show off, and if the time comes to anger the Beidi King, Zhao Huansu will definitely be miserable.
He gritted his teeth: "One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand. As long as we can send this plague god away, I, Zhao Huansu, will bleed today!"
On one side, Zhao Huansu sent people to deliver money outside the city, and on the other side, he sent people to keep an eye on the picture scroll building.
At this time, the Eju Building erupted into bursts of exclamations.
Zhou Yuhai, who was guarding the fourth pass, was the number one painter in Yucheng. He knew that Qin Feng's poetry and literary attainments had reached the pinnacle. Comparing literature with Qin Feng was like throwing an egg against a stone.
Therefore, the first time he saw Qin Feng, Zhou Yuhai put a high hat on Qin Feng, leaving Qin Feng no choice but to compete with him.
As long as he can win back a victory, Zhou Yuhai doesn't care whether he wins or not.
Anyway, as long as you win, you can write a lot about it.
A picture of "Walking in the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms" created by Zhou Yuhai on the spot attracted a lot of applause. Just when Zhou Yuhai felt that he had secured the victory, he watched Qin Feng casually holding an ink block and sketching on the rice paper. Zhou Yuhai's mouth gradually grew longer. Big enough to swallow an egg in one bite.
"This...is this a painting?!"
This exclamation not only screamed the shock in Zhou Yuhai's heart, but also made the onlookers present feel numb with shock, because in their eyes, the painting that Qin Feng gradually sketched was comparable to... a magical skill!
Qin Feng was not distracted, recalling his relationship with Jing Ci. With his entry-level sketching skills, he pieced together countless simple lines into a portrait, and sometimes used his fingers to rub on the lines to blur or highlight them. Effect.
Speaking of which, using the term "sketch skills" to describe Qin Feng's painting level is a bit exaggerated.
He has some bad skills, but he just took a sketch class for a while to embellished himself to pick up girls.
As a result, the girl didn't succeed, so she closed her eyes, kicked her legs, and came into this world.
Any student who knows something about sketching will definitely hit him hard when he sees Qin Feng's sketches, and scold him sternly for insulting Qin Feng's sketches.
Although there are also realistic paintings in this era, no matter how realistic it is, it cannot change the "freehand" style that is mixed in it. Especially figure painting is the most difficult. Coupled with the characteristics of brush painting itself, it is destined from the beginning that brush painting cannot Achieve realism in the true sense.
"It's done."
Qin Feng threw down the ink block, grabbed a piece of rice paper, wiped the dark ink stains on his hands, looked at his crooked figure painting, and nodded shamelessly, feeling extremely proud.
Even though Qin Feng knew that he had no artistic ability at all, he still had to give it a try even if he lost. After all... a man can never say that he is not good at it!
Qin Feng glanced at Zhou Yuhai's "Walking in the Snow in Search of Plum Blossoms" and sighed in his heart.
"This painting is a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship. If it is passed down to future generations, it will definitely be priceless."
Qin Feng turned around and took another look at his poor sketch. He felt it was funny in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on his face.
"My paintings are not bad, at least they are at the preschool level."
Qin Feng sat down on the chair, grabbed the fruits on the table, and ate them by himself. He had almost no hope for this competition.
After passing three levels in a row, he was already satisfied. He was not an all-rounder, so how could he win all the time?
At this time, the painting table was crowded with people.
Everyone stared at Qin Feng's poor sketch with their eyes wide open and shocked.
"This...this fairy picture was really painted by Qin Feng?"
"We watched Qin Feng draw it bit by bit with our own eyes. How can it be fake?"
"Oh my God, this looks too similar, right? Where it's a painting, it's clearly a real person. Now I finally understand what it means to be a fairy in a painting..."
Zhou Yuhai swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but sigh: "I have been painting for half my life, but I have never seen such a painting before. It is simply amazing."
"This is...Princess Jingci?! She is no different from me!"
Zhou Yuhai took a deep breath, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, rushed to Qin Feng, bowed his hands, and bowed respectfully: "Qin Hou, please accept my prayers. I am truly impressed by this miraculous painting skill." He was completely in awe. Even if he is described as a painting fairy, it is not an exaggeration at all."
At first, Qin Feng looked at Zhou Yuhai who was rushing towards him, and felt a little guilty. He was afraid that Zhou Yuhai would feel that he had insulted his painting skills and come over to beat him.
As a result, Qin Feng was confused when he heard Zhou Yuhai's praise.
Just...that crappy thing I drew can be associated with the word "amazing skill"?
But after thinking about it again, I felt relieved.
After all, as the saying goes, things are rare and valuable. As a painter, Zhou Yuhai felt that his views were a bit subverted when he saw a purely realistic sketch for the first time, which is understandable.
To put it bluntly, this sketch has almost no other value except for wiping your butt. To put it bluntly, it creates an "information gap" and subverts Zhou Yuhai's understanding of "paintings".
Plop!
Zhou Yuhai actually knelt down on the ground, pleading: "Please accept me as your disciple, Marquis Qin. If I can learn the art of painting immortals, I am willing to be a cow or a horse!"
Looking at Zhou Yuhai who was like a "painting madman", Qin Feng decisively refused without even thinking!
It's not that I'm stingy, but that once the sketching skills are taught to Zhou Yuhai, with Zhou Yuhai's painting skills and foundation, it won't take long for him to be better than his master. By then, everyone in the world will know that Qin Feng's painting skills are amazing. How crude.
Qin Feng will not do this kind of thing where he shoots himself in the foot!
However, Zhou Yuhai's kneeling made everyone present completely despair. Qin Feng couldn't even stop him from painting. What else could defeat him?
Today's incense-burning literary world is destined to become a joke to Yucheng.
At this moment, a disguised servant suddenly rolled up his sketch and ran away without looking back.
Qin Feng could not care about the painting thief because Ning Hu whispered in Qin Feng's ear.
"Brother Qin, Zhao Huansu, the lord of Yucheng, just sent someone to tell you that if Brother Qin is willing to lose, he is willing to give out one hundred thousand taels of silver as compensation."
"Now the silver has been sent outside the city."
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's eyes lit up. Originally, he came to participate in the incense-burning literary circle just for the excitement, and his desire for fun was greater than his desire to win or lose.
