"We are all adults, so don't yell like a fool. Isn't your family known for its rigorous education and good family tradition? Isn't that it?"
When it comes to talking nonsense, Zhao An can scorn these Confucian scholars from aristocratic families who are half sour but not sour.
Sure enough, Liu Wuhui was so angry that he raised his hands and trembled, "No one has ever dared to talk to me like this!"
"Well, now you see it."
"What's your name! I don't want to talk nonsense with you!"
"I won't change my name or surname, just like the Emperor of Zhou."
"My surname is Zhou, I will not use my power to overwhelm you. Do you dare to draw or draw?"
Liu Wuhui is good at painting and is well-known in the capital. He wants to be Miss Qianyu's guest, and he will see the real seal in his hands!
Loser, get lost!
"Young man, I admire your courage. Let's add some color and let Miss Qianyu be the referee. If you lose, you will have to pay for the whole game."
Zhao An's proposal immediately received overwhelming applause.
Cuilan Garden's consumption is not low, one meal is enough for ordinary people to live for most of half a year.
As she spoke, Qian Yuwei opened the door, and the guests exclaimed in surprise.
She is so beautiful, wearing an ink-style ruqi, with a dignified face, no weaker than the most talented woman Xu Ruqing.
The eyes of Liu Wuhui and the three of them shone brightly, and they bowed to Miss Qianyu one after another, just like a bunch of licking dogs.
After going down to the second floor, Liu Wuhui and the two young masters came over. Zhao An raised his arms to stop them and said disdainfully: "If you want to see it, just see it. It's so close. Isn't it hot?"
"Mind your own business and compete with me to see how you lose!"
Liu Wuhui is confident.
Xiu Sanniang was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so she asked people to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones, while Qian Yuwei was like a noble and delicate flower, sitting upright as the object of copying.
Zhao An didn't know how to draw with a brush at all. He only knew how to sketch, so he asked someone to get some charcoal and use charcoal ash to draw.
Everyone was confused and heard this weird request for the first time.
Que'er was also confused. She had been following Zhao An, knowing that this bastard was good at calculations. His poetry was unprecedented, but his paintings were unknown.
"Young man named Zhou, do you dare to raise the stakes?"
Liu Wuhui rolled up his sleeves and looked arrogant. Zhao An smacked his lips and said, "Okay, the loser will not only have to pay for the guests present, but also fulfill one of the other party's requirements, how about that?"
"It's exactly what I want! I hope you won't regret it!"
Liu Wuhui grabbed a brush and began to outline the beauty's curves, attracting everyone to watch and exclaim in surprise.
Zhao An found a place to sit down, fixed the rice paper on a wooden board, picked up the charcoal with his bare hands and started painting.
"What are you drawing?"
"Yeah, can you do it?"
The onlookers couldn't understand, nor could Queer and Zhou Rang. Zhao An started drawing lines, which was different from any painting technique.
Gradually, most people gathered around Liu Wuhui, and even Queer ran over.
It should not be said that Liu Wuhui is arrogant, but his painting techniques are already in the style of everyone, and each stroke is natural. Not long after, a beautiful woman in cloud clothes appeared on the paper, with misty temples and wind-laid hair floating and agile, as if she was riding on the clouds.
Everyone applauded.
Que'er became a little anxious and ran back to Zhao An, intending to say a few words. When he saw the content on the screen, his jaw dropped.
Not only her, but also the few people who had stayed around Zhao An to watch the fun stopped laughing. They were all petrified and stunned, their eyes nearly bulging out.
Qian Yuwei couldn't help but be curious when she saw the expressions of Que'er and others.
She knew that Zhao An was good at poetry. Could it be that his painting skills were also top-notch?
Xiu Sanniang walked close to Que'er with cat steps. She tilted her head and covered her mouth as if she was struck by lightning.
This made Qian Yuwei's heart feel as uncomfortable as being scratched by a cat's claws.
She wants to see it too!
Soon, more and more people realized something was wrong, and left Liu Wuhui one after another, squeezing behind Zhao An, staring at the scroll as if they saw a ghost. Even Liu Wuhui's two friends were attracted by Zhao An's scroll and kept shaking their heads. sigh.
Lost!
The kind that failed completely!
Liu Wuhui was extremely annoyed and found that everyone was being attracted away. One of them couldn't help but get closer and was directly shocked to the point where his world view was shattered.
What did he see?
I saw Zhao An holding charcoal blocks of different sizes, moving like dragons and snakes on the rice paper.
Qian Yuwei's image seems to have come to life. Apart from the color, it is exactly the same as a real person, with details down to the highlights of her hair and skin displayed vividly.
"Done."
Zhao An threw away the charcoal and admired his work with a smile.
"Brother, it's a human body camera."
"My dear mother, how did you do this!"
"It's amazing! Brother, do you want to accept a disciple?"
The crowd was excited.
This craftsmanship is simply incredible, even the palace painters cannot compare with it.
When Qian Yuwei saw that the painting was completed, she picked up her skirt and walked quickly, ignoring the petrified Liu Wuhui, and took the painting and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
This is such a heaven-defying painting technique!
Even when she looked in the bronze mirror, she didn't see it so clearly.
"Shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods!"
"uncanny workmanship!"
"Do you want to sell this painting? I'll pay ten taels of silver!"
"I'll pay you a hundred taels!"
"Mom, I'll pay you two hundred taels!"
…
The noble gentlemen finally came to their senses and went crazy, shouting and bidding, like a bunch of big perverts.
If you hang this lifelike portrait above your bed, hey, it will be like sharing the same bed with Miss Qianyu, how wonderful it is.
Que'er was secretly speechless. It seemed that Zhao An could not starve to death even if he became a commoner. One painting was enough for an ordinary person to live a lifetime.
"Not for sale!"
Qian Yuwei hurriedly backed away with the portrait, as if she was afraid that the treasure would be taken away.
She wanted to treasure this painting because it was her husband's first work after all.
"Mr. Zhou, can you paint a painting for us? I'll pay for it, and you can make whatever price you want!"
"I want it too! We will never bargain if you ask!"
There were paintings from the official generation of Danqing in the capital, mostly of figures and flower-and-bird screens, which could usually be purchased for a few taels of silver. However, Zhao An's sketches broke the conventional Danqing technique, and the price was suddenly increased by dozens of times.
Even Xiu Sanniang was moved. She rubbed her hands and asked with a smile if she could draw a few more paintings as treasures for the store.
Zhao An said nothing and looked at the pale Liu Wuhui with a half-smile.
Only then did the others react, all with teasing expressions.
Now that the competition is over, it's time for Mr. Liu to fulfill his promise.
"Everyone, Mr. Liu will pay for today's consumption——"
Zhao An put his hands on his hips and said something, causing everyone to cheer.
"Mr. Zhou is awesome!"
Liu Wuhui was dizzy when he heard this and could hardly stand, "These bastards are bullying others too much..."
In fact, his painting skills are excellent. In terms of painting skills alone, Zhao An may not be able to compare with him. The key is that ink painting pays attention to form and does not focus on form. No matter how good the painting is, everyone's aesthetics will be tired.
The sketch painting created by Zhao An is like an epoch-making invention. It is so realistic that it gives everyone a shock like a shock caused by dimensionality reduction, so everyone feels that reality is better.
If sketching had been popular for a hundred and eighty years and had become commonplace and everyone knew that this painting technique existed, and then let future generations comment on the two, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.
