The Vermilion Bird King didn't know what Xie Xiang wanted to do, so he got up and followed.

Zhou Chang was aware of the abnormality and followed the past.

Everyone turned their eyes to the other side.

Lin Zhiqiu ignored the deaf ears and smeared at the white paper on the table. He saw his right hand using his pen quickly depicting it, completely forgetting the world around him.—Oh, not completely forgetting, and occasionally looked up at the hall and looked at the moon emperor above. What's amazing is that he only looked at the moon emperor, not affected by the people around him, so he did not notice any changes in the hall. Everyone was staring at him, and Xie Xiang had already walked to him. He glanced at him, lowered his head and focused on depicting his paintings.

Xie Yaohui stood by the table and watched quietly.

Lin Zhiqiu painted the Moon Emperor, and only had a simple outline. The finishing touch of the eyes is his eyes: in the painting, the woman wearing the crown is smiling mysteriously, with cunning and evil eyes, which is exactly what she said to everyone just now about the expression of the young Emperor Hao sitting on the toilet and eating and sleeping, which is lifelike.

Two maids were serving the pen and ink aside.

There were several banners stacked at the end of the table, which should be completed paintings. Because the Yue Emperor proposed to have a meal, a maid was carefully rolling up a banner and putting it into the delicately textured and exquisitely carved red sandalwood dragon-shaped painted tube.

Xie Yaohui suppressed his heart and walked over to look at the painting that had not yet been closed. The top picture is Li Zhuohang, with his eyebrows coldly facing each other, his phoenix eyes blunt, his thin lips tightly pursed. He saw that he was full of anger and was ready to go.

Xie Yaohui started this picture, and the next picture was to watch chess. It was the way she looked when she first saw Zhang Jinyan, and dazzling light burst out between her eyebrows and eyes; the next picture was to watch chess, but her expression changed drastically: embarrassment, disappointment, sadness...

When it was launched again, the next one was Hu Qingfeng, the gentleness of the bull dealer and the shrewd calculations in his eyes, all of which were clearly visible.

The next picture is the Moon Emperor, sitting upright above with grace, as if sitting on the clouds; her tender face and dark apricot eyes are full of vitality, looking down on all living beings, and ambitions are in the world.

The next picture is Yan Yun, calm and elegant.

The next picture is falling without dust, and is indifferent to the dust.

The next photo of Huo Huangying is beautiful and hot, full of sarcasm. - At that time, she was mocking Zhang Jinyan for only focusing on identity but not people.

The next Zhang Jiang Rulan is cute and honest, and hates evil like a grudge, and is also mocking Zhang Jinyan.

Each of these paintings has only one outline and lacks details such as clothing, but it is not without the finishing touches, accurately capturing the psychology and eyes of the figure being painted at a certain moment. It can be seen that Lin Zhiqiu's delicate observation, accurate writing, and rapid action. When everyone was rude and verbally, he had already painted seven or eight paintings.

These paintings will be passed down to future generations.

Xie Yaohui had to admit that Li Hanyao made a great move in the painting exhibition; Lin Zhiqiu was used well. A traditional Confucian student like Lin Zhiqiu was willing to submit to a rebellious woman like Li Hanyao. What made Xie Xiang feel even more uncomfortable is that these people were foaming and arguing in front of him, and their images fell into Lin Zhiqiu's eyes, who knew that he would draw members of the imperial mission with ugly brushstrokes to set off the people in the Yuehuang camp?

Lin Zhiqiu had finished painting. When he got up, he raised his eyes to his wife Liu Shiyu. Every time he finished painting, he would look at his wife, and his wife would never disappoint him every time. He would always meet his gaze, smile sweetly at him, and his tenderness seemed to tell him: she was always paying attention to him.

However, this time, Lin Zhiqiu was not greeted by his wife's sweet smile, but Xie Xiang's deep and scrutinized gaze. Zhou Chang, Huang Xiu, He Hu and others were standing beside Xie Xiang. Lin Zhiqiu was startled and hurriedly put down his pen and bowed, "Students greet Xie Xiang, greet Mr. Zhou, greet Mr. Huang, greet..." He bowed and looked at the people around him one by one, full of silence.

Xie Xiang smiled and said, "No need to be polite."

Huang Xiu ignored it and only looked at the paintings.

Huang Xiu spread his hands together and asked while looking at it: "You are just lying a shelf, and you have to repair and improve it when you look back, right?"

Lin Zhiqiu replied respectfully: "Yes."

Zhou Chang said: "Can you remember those details?"

Lin Zhiqiujun's face was red and said shyly: "Clothing, etc. are dead objects, which are easy to remember and easy to draw. Only the charm is difficult to capture. Therefore, students first grasp the charm and then improve the details of the costumes and other things. Please give me some advice."

Xie Yaohui said: "I can't give me some advice."

Lin Zhiqiu was immediately frightened.

The nerd thought Xie Xiang was mocking him.

Huang Xiu smiled and said, "Lin Zhiqiu, you are so proud of being able to receive Xie Xiang's praise."

He shouted out with a shout, and Tang Yunyao and others couldn't sit still, so they all went to look at the paintings. The young scholars were impulsive, and they talked all over and over again after reading:

"He actually secretly hid and drew us?"

"All our words and deeds fell into his eyes."

"The only one who painted the Moon Emperor, no one who sent the delegation."

"Maybe he wants to vilify us to set off the Moon Emperor's subordinates, and to draw in front of something that we are not easy to draw, and then quietly draw it later."

"Oh damn!"

...

Everyone asked Lin Zhiqiu.

Lin Zhiqiu smiled and explained, she was very embarrassed.

Liu Shiyu has been paying attention to her husband. At this moment, she saw that he was being made difficult by others and was afraid that he would suffer losses. She hurried over and blocked him behind her.

Lin Zhiqiu saw his wife protecting him like an old hen protecting her, and his heart was filled with happiness. He knew the most that these literati were criticized by the verbal offense and offend these literati. Even if there was nothing at the moment, he would inevitably be retaliated in the future. He hurriedly grabbed his wife's hand, pinched her hard, and signaled her not to be impulsive, saying, "Yu'er, brothers, ask me who I have painted and discuss the art of painting with my husband. Most of them are seniors, and I'm about to ask for advice."

Liu Shiyu understood it, first smiled at him gently, then bowed to everyone, and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Thank you for your advice."

When everyone saw that his husband and wife had a deep affection, they were envious, jealous and hated. The reason why everyone hated Lin Zhiqiu was not because he ate soft rice, but because he ate dignified and elegant, so that everyone had no excuse to slander.

It was obvious that he was running a painting exhibition with his wife, but he showed extraordinary painting skills. The popularity completely covered up the stain on his wife's success. How could others be willing to do it? Liu Shiyu was also very upholding to him, not like the rumored shrewd woman at all.

Who doesn’t love such a wife?

Everyone was envious and jealous of Lin Zhiqiu's eyes. Master Liu saw it. How could he not show his face when his son-in-law has such a long face? He rushed over and ran over. As for the embarrassment a few days ago, who would still remember those trivial things? Parents are even more likely to remember the grudges of their children. What's more, the slick nature that Master Liu developed in the business world is the most capable of bent and stretching.

As soon as I got closer, I heard Liu Shiyu urging Lin Zhiqiu to pack up and go for dinner.

Lin Zhiqiu apologized and said, "Yu'er, go first. I'm in great interest now. I'll finish painting these before going, otherwise I'll forget..."

Mr. Liu hurriedly inserted it between his husband and wife and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes! Finishing the painting first! Painting requires inspiration. Now the son-in-law has this inspiration. If you interrupt him, he will lose his feelings when he turns back, and he will not be able to do it."
Chapter completed!