Chapter 359: Let you see what painting is

If it were the monk named Dakong, Chen Ao would only watch the wall and just think that he was just watching the fun. But Yelu Heng came out and even scolded him. Looking at the house, many Han merchants and scholars saw this Khitan, just like mice or cats. Although Chen Ao was silent, he felt a little sad. The so-called slaves who lost their country were afraid that this was the case.

No matter how many changes are, whether it is the integration of Manchu and Han, whether China and Japan are in good faith, how dazzling the Khitan and Han govern the world, it is still impossible to escape the essence. The Khitans are the masters and the Han people are governing.

Chen Ao obviously did not have the awareness of being a man here. His words made Yelu Heng so angry that he jumped up. His face was gloomy. Don’t look at a good painting he made, but his mind was inevitably a little smaller. He stared at Chen Ao with a fierce look and said silently for a moment: "I also said what are you really capable of? It turns out that you can be so slick. Just get out if you want to get out!"

Chen Ao said in anger: "This is your wrong thing. If you tell me to get out, I will get out? Among the Han people, he is just a small scholar, and his name is unknown. But when it comes to painting, compared to the talented man of the Khitan, dogs are a little higher. Alas, since you want to compare, then it's better to compare."

Chen Ao sighed, looked very reluctant, moved a small stool and said to Xuan Lan'er: "Can Miss Lan'er let the students take a closer look?"

Xuan Lan'er glanced at Chen Ao with interest, as if impressed by his courage, and was eager to see how capable this young man who stood up was. He looked at Chen Ao Yingying with a boneless blessing and said, "Please see the teacher."

Chen Ao brought a small stool and sat on it, facing Yilaner, looking at Yilaner with his eyes straight on Yilaner.

The person who painted this way was also surprised. Many people secretly complained in their hearts that this guy was very good at doing things. He asked him to draw a lady Lan'er, but he actually brought a small stool to see him. After seeing this, he didn't plan to leave.

These ordinary people naturally do not understand that Chen Ao is devoting himself to art. When painting, the first thing he needs to find is feeling. Only when he has feelings and inspiration suddenly appears can he make works that have been passed down through the world.

Chen Ao was looking for feelings now. Looking at Xuan Lan'er, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Miss Lan'er is indeed a celestial figure. His hands are like soft croakers, his skin is like a cream, his neck is like a croaker, his teeth are like a gourd, and his head is like a moth eyebrows. His smile is graceful and his eyes are long. The beauty described in the Book of Songs seems to be singing for Miss Lan'er."

Xuan Lan'er chuckled and said, "Young Master, you are kind."

But her words did not attract Chen Ao's answer. Xuan Lan'er realized that Chen Ao was staring at her daze. The words she said were not what she said to her. She couldn't help but smile and felt that this scholar was a little different from others. She saw him and Yelu Heng bickering, and there was a burst of spiritual energy all over her body. But now, she was just looking at her straight, her eyes were sometimes dull, sometimes clear, and nothing else.

If it were someone else, Chen Ao's behavior would be extremely frivolous and rude, but Xuan Lan'er couldn't move, because seeing Chen Ao's distraught look, it did not make people feel rude.

Time passed by little by little, and everyone in the building became quiet. Yelu Heng held his hands and waited for Chen Ao to paint with cold eyes. Zhilaner felt a little uncomfortable.

The cold wind outside the building was whimpering, the white snow drifted, and the sky came. Someone immediately closed the window carefully and blocked the wind and snow outdoors. At this time, Chen Ao suddenly stood up, walked to the desk to catch the pen, held the pen and put in ink, danced gently, and the pen was serpent and did not stop.

Chen Ao's expression when painting was the same as when looking at Zhilan'er just now. From the layout to the pen, his eyebrows were slightly frowning. There was a clear and selfless seriousness in his eyes. This seriousness seemed to be no longer important in anything other than the painting. Wind, snow, beauty, wine, and guests became unimportant. He was dipped in ink and constantly outlined a graceful outline on the paper. His eyes were shining, focused and intoxicated. The pen tip kept swimming, and the muscles in his body seemed to be cooperating with this pen. The end of the pen changed in various postures. Under the shadow of the lamp, his temples were a little wet. Drops of sweat attached to the pores, gathered into sweat marks and fell on the tip of his nose. The crystal sweat dripped along the tip of his nose. This subtle change made Zhilan'er scream, fearing that this sweat would defile Chen Ao's pen.

Sweat fell on the painting, and Chen Ao then noticed. After wiping the sweat, he looked down at the painting. The drop of sweat had fallen on the painting and gradually began to render. The ink marks began to blur when the renderings were rendered. Chen Ao just smiled and gently pointed the sweat marks on the sweat marks. Only this point seemed to have the effect of turning decay into magic. The sweat mixed with ink and turned into a fluttering dress, which was a bit blurry, but extremely lively.

Zhuang Lan'er sighed and continued to look at the painting. Her cheeks couldn't help but feel a little bright red. He thought to himself that this scholar had a fascinating temperament when painting.

Until this time, Xuan Lan'er couldn't help but look at Chen Ao's appearance. The scholar was seven feet tall and thin. He was wearing a purple robe with green embroidered green patterns, and covered with a milky white double-breasted jacket with bright silk. The robe was turned over and stuffed into a white jade belt around his waist, and white deer leather boots were worn on his feet to facilitate riding. His black hair was combed neatly on the top of his head, and was wrapped in an exquisite white jade crown. A light green silk crown belt was hanging from both sides of the crown, and a flowing flower knot was tied to his forehead.

His skin was very white and greasy under the shadow of the lamp, just like most literati and talented people; because his skin was white and greasy, his handsome facial features looked bright and distinct, especially his clear eyes, which faintly exuded a sense of pride. This kind of pride from the heart makes people unable to help but take a look at it, but when he looked again, Xuan Lan'er felt a little rude, and quickly restrained his mind and went to see Chen Ao's paintings.

Chen Ao sighed relieved, then put down his pen and said, "I've painted it."

Yelu Heng and Xuan Lan'er both came to see the painting, and the merchants and scholars in the building also led their necks over. In the painting, a woman looked at the moon in the sky. The moon was bright and flawless, hanging high in the air, lonely and beautiful. The woman leaned against the window, her eyes were clear and quiet. If she wanted to fly lightly, she would be like the fairy Chang'e who was about to take off this month, looking at the moon yearningly, with her eyes flowing, and her eyes were neither happy nor sad. The moving figure was as elegant as a fairy, but there was an unspeakable sorrow that was exuded in everyone's heart.

Zhuang Lan'er couldn't help but sigh slightly and said, "What a picture of Chang'e flying to the moon."

Chen Ao said seriously: "Although Chang'e flies to the moon, isn't it Miss Lan'er who painted?"

Zhuang Lan'er's delicate body shook slightly, and he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief to hide his mood at this time.

Yelu Heng looked at the painting and his face turned ashen. He was quite proficient in painting. How could he not know Chen Ao's talent? This painting is completely different from the painting he just now. In terms of spatial processing of the picture, Chen Ao changed the mountains in the past, and the water was overflowing, and the trees were arranged like the outline of the proportions of the stretching arms. Especially the layout of the moon in the sky, it was not lost in reality, but also had a sense of contrast between the moon and the moon. Although the whole painting had pavilions and buildings, there was a lonely mountain outline in the distance to add color to the painting, it only needed to see that the flowers were red and green, and the distant view of the lonely mountain was not important. The whole painting showed only a beauty and a moon. People and the moon contrasted with each other. Although there were many scenery, the theme was clear.

Looking at the brushwork of the whole painting, it is both bold and delicate. In the delicateness, the beauty is lonely and devoted to the moon. This feeling of being lonely and lonely is just about the full moon. It makes people feel sad.

On the surface, this is a person and a moon, but it expresses the sadness of a beauty.

Yelu Heng snorted coldly and said, "Han'er is indeed a wise man, okay, I have seen it today, but..." He then sneered, looked at Chen Ao directly, and said, "You called me a Khitan dog just now? Do you know that in my Daliao, insulting the Khitan people is a serious crime. You have to be thirty scepter and be exiled to the army."

When everyone saw Chen Ao's paintings, they knew that there were people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains. At this time, they saw Yelu Heng's paintings that were not as good as Chen Ao, but they wanted to use the subject to play, and they couldn't help but look forward to the topic.

A trace of worry flashed in Xuanlan'er's eyes. He held the sweat towel and blinked at Chen Ao, signaling him to leave here as soon as possible.

Chen Ao smiled as if no one else was around and said, "What? Do you want to cure my sin?"

Yelu Heng sneered repeatedly and snorted coldly, saying, "If you were a peddler, of course I wouldn't mind, but you just insulted the Khitans and had such talent. I am afraid that in the future, it will inevitably lead to disaster. If you are not eliminated today, you will definitely be a big trouble in the future."

He suddenly said something about Khitan, and immediately a Khitan man who came with him came over. Yelu Heng said a few words to him. The Khitan man turned around and left. It was obviously Yelu Heng who asked this man to report to the official.

Everyone in the building was worried about Chen Ao. Even Xuan Lan'er couldn't help but feel sad at this moment and said to Yelu Heng: "Since the distinguished guest is here to have fun, why bother like this? This young man is just talking and joking. I just want the distinguished guest to show his hands, just think it's because of Lan'er's thin face?"

Yelu Heng laughed arrogantly, staring at Xuan Lan'er's breasts without any concealment, and said explicitly: "It's good for me to have fun, but I can't enjoy it all. I will inevitably have to find other people's troubles. Could Miss Lan'er let me enjoy it all the time?"

Xuan Lan'er knew what Yelu Heng's words meant, so he took a little step back and was speechless.

Chen Ao smiled and sat back on his original position, without any rushing, saying, "Okay, I want to see who can enjoy the best tonight." He raised the teacup and said to Yelu Ding, "Let's have tea."

Yelu Ding sighed, and Chen Ao gave him the look that he would better not interfere with today's affairs. He wanted to persuade him a few words and quietly revealed Chen Ao's identity to Yelu Heng, but Yelu Heng's arrogant look made Yelu Ding furious. The country was about to be destroyed and the family was destroyed. The unworthy descendants of this royal family were still competing with others. Now they were trying to win over the Han people, let the world be heartbroken, and resist the Jin army. This guy even whispered a Han dog. It was really outrageous.

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