Everyone was intoxicated with the artistic conception in the painting, but they could not understand the meaning of the painting.
"It is indeed a good painting!" Wei Gong sighed, and the young people behind him no longer looked down upon it.
Several young people are scholars, so they can naturally tell the quality of a painting. This painting is like a dream when it comes to painting. The artistic conception is novel and full, although I don’t know what it is. But everyone knows that the dream of the little boy on the boat is what he wants.
When the onlookers heard that Wei Gong said that this painting was a good painting, their eyes suddenly lit up.
Of course some people don't know how to paint, but since Wei Gong said it was good, it would be an excellent painting.
Who is Wei Gong? He is the Taifu of the dynasty and the leader of the literati. The credibility of what he said is naturally extremely high. I also understood that Su Mo did not act like a monster just now.
"It turns out to be a really good painting!" Others sighed.
"It's really unimaginable. I just misunderstood this person."
The merchant on the side had bright eyes and immediately wanted to buy the painting. The paintings praised by Wei Gong will definitely rise in value. But he didn't dare to bid randomly anymore. He just had money, but he really didn't know how to paint.
"What do you call me, little friend?" Wei Gong withdrew his eyes from the painting and looked at Su Mo who was painting. But I had some doubts in my heart, was this painting really made by this person? The master of brushwork said, "It's not like a teenager can do it." Little did he know that Su Mo was a person who had lived two lifetimes, and that his previous life was in an ancient country that had experienced five thousand years of accumulated culture. Su Mo was just standing on the shoulders of giants and copying.
Su Mo cupped his fists: "My surname is Su, my name is Mo, my given name is Jingyan, and I am from Jiangnan."
"Jing Yan, your painting is lifelike and has a perfect artistic conception." Wei Gong sighed softly: "It's just a pity..."
pity?
When everyone heard this, their ears pricked up!
Su Mo bowed and said, "I would like to hear Duke Wei's advice!"
"It's a pity that there is no inscription..." Wei Gong continued, "If you can provide poetry equivalent to it, it will better reflect the meaning of the painting."
This is a test or a temptation...Su Mo knew it in his heart.
The young people behind Wei Gong also had smiles on their faces. They did not believe that the painting was written by Su Mo, but raising doubts for no reason was a sign of inferiority and made people feel narrow-minded and jealous of others. But now that Wei Gong is the one to bring this up, no one else will say anything.
Since the painting was painted by you, what’s the problem with you inscribing it?
"It's just..." Wei Gongyou hesitated, "If the poems mentioned are not worthy of this painting, it will ruin it!"
He really liked the painting, and the questions he asked were only from the bottom of his heart. Although he also suspected that the painting was not written by Su Mo, he did not want Su Mo to ruin the painting with random inscriptions.
Su Mo sighed: "This is a painting in a dream, how can the poetry match it?"
"Brother, if I don't have any words to match this painting, I would be willing to write one for this painting. But if the writing is not good, I hope you will forgive me!" The young man behind Wei Gong who had just spoken spoke now, with a smile on his face.
Some of the onlookers, a few shrewd ones, immediately understood what was going on, and acted like they were watching a show.
Su Mo's eyes narrowed and he looked over with a somewhat cold gaze.
This man was taking over the host's honors and obviously didn't take Su Mo seriously. He proposed to write inscriptions on Su Mo's paintings. If the poems he inscribed were good, the reputation would naturally belong to him. If it is not good, it will ruin the painting. Both results are unfavorable to Su Mo. No matter what, this painting is no longer easy for Su Mo to sell.
The most important thing was that Su Mo felt very unhappy. This person despises Su Mo, and it doesn't matter to Su Mo. Everyone has their own life, and you can't let others take you seriously.
It's just that it was clearly a painting by Su Mo, but this person said: 'I hope you will forgive me if the writing is not good. 'Instead of asking Su Mo to forgive me, it is full of provocation.
Su Mo could clearly feel that this person seemed to be targeting him... Is this person Shen Jingbing?
This person is the person Wei Gong stopped just now, and his name seems to be Liu Feng.
...
Gu Yu, who was dressed in red, came outside the boat building. When she was wondering what the painting the dean asked her to buy was, she saw a group of people surrounding Su Mo.
This kid can also draw?
After taking a look at Su Mo's unfolded scroll from a distance, he knew which painting the dean asked him to buy!
He can play the flute, draw, and is handsome... It's just a pity that he is an ordinary person... Otherwise, it would be great to trick him back into the academy!
It just seemed like someone was being targeted... Gu Yu glanced at Liu Feng, who was speaking against Su Mo, and curled his lips... There was a knife hidden in his smile, he was sanctimonious and definitely not a kind person...
Gu Yu always felt that he was very good at judging people... Xiao Suzi was better looking.
Oh, little Suzi is Su Mo... She just heard Su Mo introduce himself, a temporary nickname.
After all... I have to buy a painting from him later, so for the time being I can consider him one of my own.
...
Liu Feng was with Mr. Wei, but now he was so rude... Su Mo couldn't help but look at Mr. Wei.
Wei Gong lowered his head to look at the painting, as if he didn't hear...
We, the master and the servant, have come all the way to the capital to take an exam and cheat... to make some money, but someone wants to step in and destroy people's wealth like killing their parents. I can't bear it, but my aunt can't bear it. ....Su Mo shook his head and laughed, as if he was mocking others or himself.
It is indeed a shitty world...
When Liu Feng saw Su Mo shaking his head and laughing, his expression turned cold and he looked unkind.
"I have no words to mention, but since it is what Mr. Wei said, I should mention it myself! It will ruin it...then ruin it!" Su Mo raised his head and laughed: "Who has the pen and ink?"
Gu Yu, who was quietly watching the show, suddenly saw a sense of heroism from Su Mo. At this moment, Su Mo looked more like a swordsman than a scholar.
The little girl raised her head and looked at her elder brother with admiration on her face.
"It's in the boat building!" came a gentle and jade-like voice. Everyone turned to look and saw Luo Yin stepping out of the boat building in a cloud-white embroidered skirt.
"Luo Yin... Luo Shen has come out." The onlookers exclaimed.
"Interesting...interesting..."
"Luo Shen is truly a peerless figure."
"At this moment...there should be wine!"
Su Mo followed the sound and saw Luo Yin, who was alluring the country. Luo Yin nodded and smiled at him, and Su Mo nodded slightly.
Luo Yin is very beautiful, with a delicate face and an unworldly appearance. She is the most beautiful woman Su Mo has ever seen in this life, oh... and the fairy sister last night, she is even comparable.
"There is pen and ink in the ship building!" Luo Yin walked up to it, and the onlookers automatically moved out of the way.
Luo Yin was not someone they could look up to. Luo Yin was the reincarnation of the God of Luo. He entered the Tao through sound, and he was a strong pill-forming expert.
Luo Yin looked down at the unfolded scroll and liked it very much. She was very unhappy when she heard Liu Feng's words just now, and when she saw Su Mo's response, she nodded secretly and spoke out for some reason.
Su Mo felt a sense of kindness in Luo Yin's eyes.
"Excuse me for disturbing you!" Su Mo nodded to Luo Yin.
"Jing Yan..." Wei Gong said, regretting not stopping Liu Feng from talking nonsense, "Your painting is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Since it was created by chance and it is difficult to reproduce, you should treat it with caution. In a moment of conflict, Wouldn't it be a pity to destroy this painting..."
"Since this painting was made by me, it was destroyed by me and it deserves to be destroyed." Su Mo smiled casually and glanced at Liu Feng casually, but also seemed to never care about Liu Feng.
