The art workshop is located on the edge of Quanzhou New City. The new city is prosperous in business, so from the wharf to the art workshop, there are pedestrians all the way, and the carriages are not moving fast. It rained heavily yesterday, and now the sun is out, and there are many people coming out to wander. Although it is not the time to work, it is crowded and sweating profusely.

Chen Ao was in the carriage and said to Zhao Ziheng all the truth. Hearing it, there seemed to be a layer of mist in Zhao Ziheng's eyes, he looked at him happily.

"I didn't know before that you knew so many things." Zhao Ziheng laughed and said, "I picked up the treasure."

Chen Ao's face darkened, and he looked very kind and said, "A man like your husband is like a wine that has been stored for a hundred years. The longer he spends, the more mellow it becomes."

Zhao Ziheng looked at her, with her body next to Chen Ao, and said, "What kind of wine are you?"

Chen Ao hugged her in his arms, but became less serious again. He leaned over Zhao Ziheng's forehead with his jaw and said, "You'll know if you taste it."

"Hey..." Zhao Ziheng laughed, although she was a little shy, she did not resist violently. Chen Ao sealed her thin lips, stretched out her tongue and pushed it into her incense mouth, stirring it up. The tip of her tongue was sweet and hot. Zhao Ziheng let out a whimper and panted with her nose. The orchid-like fragrance surrounded Shen Ao's nose, which made Chen Ao even more excited. He unconsciously copied Zhao Ziheng's clothes and stuck it in, and couldn't help laughing: God is pitiful, it's not a good thing that has not been invented in this world. Well, if someone really invented it, I'm the first to chop him, it would be disagreeable. It would be a disaster for the country and the people, and it was crazy.

Zhao Ziheng discovered Chen Ao's hand holding her shyness, opened her beautiful eyes wide, and her mouth was blocked by Chen Ao. She wanted to protest, but she was afraid that the coachman and guards outside would hear it, so her body had to squirm uneasy. Unexpectedly, this movement, her breasts trembled and fell into Shen Ao's hands.

Zhao Ziheng no longer dared to move, and gradually became hotter. After a long time, the two separated. Zhao Ziheng said angrily: "You have a smell of salted fish."

Chen Ao hugged the little princess with satisfaction and said, "What's the solution? There is little fresh water in the sea. It's common to not take a bath for ten days and half a month. Will I tell you that many people don't even take a bath for a year or two?"

Zhao Ziheng softened and said, "It's so hard to be on the sea. Are you tired? Your Majesty is really right. Knowing that you have just come back, you should have a good bath, have a good sleep, and then come out with him."

Chen Ao suddenly felt that Zhao Ziheng was not like Zhao Ziheng he had known before. Perhaps she had married a woman and had her psychological changes, or under her rough appearance, there was actually warmth hidden.

Seeing that Chen Ao didn't speak, Zhao Ziheng raised her face and said, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ao sighed and said, "Actually, it's nothing if you don't take a bath for ten days and half a month. What's really uncomfortable is that you can't even see Ziheng in ten days and half a month. Ziheng, I really miss you to death when I was on the boat." Chen Ao suddenly felt a little shameless because he wanted to say that he couldn't see a woman, but he thought of a woman on the boat, but immediately changed to Ziheng.

Zhao Ziheng snuggled on Shen Ao's arm, frowned and said, "Then you can go to the Dayue expedition next time, so take me there."

The carriage stopped steadily, and the coachman said outside, "Your Highness, the painting workshop has arrived." Zhao Ziheng immediately separated from Chen Ao. Chen Ao raised the curtain. Seeing the coachman leaning out, he raised his face and looked back at Zhao Ziheng, who had not yet faded from his cheek, and bulged his eyes and said to the coachman: "What do you think I will do something unpredictable in the car?"

Zhao Ziheng glared at her eyes, and the tenderness suddenly became open and her claws twisted her proud waist fiercely, and said, "What are you doing here without silver? "

The coachman widened his eyes and didn't know what to do. Chen Ao was speechless. Wuyin San Hundred Tails said it in front of everyone. Everyone knew what was going on. Chen Ao obviously saw a depressed smile in the eyes of the palace vanguards who came out of plain clothes.

Chen Ao got out of the car first before helping Zhao Ziheng come down. When Zhao Ziheng landed, he bit his lips and whispered: "Did I say the wrong thing?"

The princess was so confused that she said whatever she thought of and felt annoyed when she said something. Chen Ao had to comfort her and smiled and said, "Don't worry, the coachman and the guard are both martial artists, and she can't understand the profound meaning of the place without silver."

"But...but...I always feel that they look at me..." Zhao Ziheng said aiyi.

Zhao Ji, who had the car in front, was impatient when he saw the two of them wandering. When Zhao Ji came out, he changed into the golden silk Confucian shirt he bought in the garment shop last time. He was very suave, with a wide cuff, layered three layers, and his opposite collar was painted with black lines. He really had a great Confucian style when he wore it on Zhao Ji. He raised an unopened fan bone, pointed at Chen Ao, and said, "Don't delay."

Chen Ao and Zhao Ziheng stopped talking and had to follow.

The pleasure boat is only a three-mile long street, but the shops along the street are one after another, and the inside is mainly selling calligraphy and painting. On both sides of the street, there are also scholars wearing Confucian robes holding a large umbrella, with a desk with a desk underneath, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed on the desk, and painting on the desk, so as to sell it.

There are many people buying paintings, and the shops are full of them. Even the stalls built by scholars have also squeezed out a lot of people. Some of them are tourists who come here to visit, stopping and looking around.

Zhao Ji and Shen Ao and his wife walked side by side. When they saw the stalls set up by scholars along the street, they couldn't help but frown and said, "Are scholars also obsessed with interests? They show up like this, regardless of shame."

Chen Ao wanted to explain, but Zhao Ziheng answered faster, because there were many pedestrians around her, and after all, she was a woman. Although a guard deliberately knocked the pedestrian to the side, she still obediently leaned against Chen Ao. She said, "Why can't scholars show up in public? The saints say that gentlemen love money and get it well. They didn't steal or rob, so what's wrong with using their own ink pen to make some money?"

Chen Ao thought to himself: It turns out that a famous teacher produces a good disciple. Under my influence, he can even quote scriptures and classics.

Zhao Ji was speechless, sneered, and ignored it. Then he stared at the bustling along the way with great enthusiasm, and couldn't help but sigh: "Why is it so strange that Bianjing is not so lively? Let's go and see the scholar's painting."

After saying that, he led Chen Ao and Zhao Ziheng to a sparsely populated stall. A scholar in his thirties, wearing a Lun Trouble and a Confucian shirt was raising his pen and splashing ink, completely forgot about the existence of Zhao Ji and others.

The scholar painted very seriously, his eyes didn't even blink, and his eyes fell on the desk, and he was fascinated.

However, his paintings seem to be a bit terrible to Zhao Ji. In the eyes of ordinary people, this painting may still be eye-catching, but in the eyes of the master, he neither can see the charm nor the characteristics of various brushwork.

Zhao Ziheng couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "The layout of this painting is wrong. It is obviously a picture of a lady, and the lady is a dragon's eye. Why is the attic behind her using heavy ink?"

Zhao Ji also became interested and said, "You don't know this. Most ordinary people want to use heavy ink to conceal their scenery. When painting people, they often use fine brushes to draw out the charm. In fact, they don't know that the use of heavy ink and fine brushes is exactly the opposite of this."

Chen Ao said: "It's not that I don't know, but it's just that many people find it difficult to master the skills of using fine brushes and heavy ink. In fact, the important thing in painting is to sprinkle the words. Painting is born from the heart, and the pen follows the heart, and it is completed in one go. What you imagined is the innocent and romantic way of a lady, or the long-lasting resentment, and you can feel it with your heart and then write, and then you can really get a glimpse of the way. Otherwise, no matter how you practice writing, you will mostly accomplish nothing."

The painter was alarmed by the three people's discussions and couldn't help but raise his eyes, with an angry look in his eyes. In his opinion, these three people were mostly boastful people who bought paintings. They wanted to buy their own paintings, but they were afraid that the price was too high, so they severely derogated them. The scholar showed disgust and said, "So, have all three of them understood the path?"

Chen Ao was completely selfless. At this time, she realized that she seemed to be smashing someone's signboard and was about to say a few modest words. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ziheng said indifferently: "I'm a glimpse of the way, as for him..." She pointed to Zhao Ji: "My uncle is also proficient." She fell on Shen Ao playfully and said in admiration: "As for my husband, let alone, no one in the world can match him."

Zhao Ji started to hear the princess say that he was proficient and was still content. Later, when he heard Zhao Ziheng's comments to Chen Ao, he was speechless for a moment. He was used to being arrogant and arrogant, but he was the most patient with the King of Jin. He just smiled bitterly and did not agree with it.

The scholar stared at Chen Ao with a bright mind and said lightly: "Then, Mr. Zhuang wants to give him advice."

The scholar surnamed Zhuang was probably very angry and had a loud voice. He was not polite, and immediately attracted many people to look here. In fact, this painting workshop is a gathering place for people who love painting. Although there are some nouveau riche who buy paintings to decorate the storefront, most of them have some attainments. The so-called literature is not the first, and martial arts are no second. This painting can be distinguished by the superiority, so there is also a trend of comparing paintings. Therefore, when the people around him heard the word "learning" and they immediately became excited and surrounded him. A scholar who set up a stall next to him did not even do business and rushed over excitedly.

Chen Ao smiled bitterly, and seeing more and more people coming around, he had a courage. No matter what, in front of Zi Heng, he could not admit defeat to others. He smiled faintly and said, "I am Chen Ji, I dare to ask my brother's name for the surname Gao."

When the scholar saw Chen Ao treating him with courtesy, his face calmed down and said, "In Xiazhuang Town."

The two of them reported their names, and Zhao Ji was also in high spirits at this time and said, "I, Zhao Ao, I want to come and compete." Zhao Ji's words were as if they were talking to Zhuang Zhen, but in fact, his eyes were looking at Chen Ao intentionally or unintentionally, which was very meaningless as a drunk man.

After hearing their names, Zhao Ziheng was excited and said, "Ah... My name is Zhao Jiao, hey... My name is Zhao Jiao..."

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Chapter completed!