The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 261

[Chapter 261 Painter]

Xiu’er has always obeyed Fang Xiu’s words. Now seeing her young master nodding, he no longer hesitated like before and followed Zhao Yan to the backyard.

On the other side, the seventh prince’s guard, a strong man from the prairie who looked like a tiger, looked around and followed Zhao Yan and Xiu’er as he walked over.

Coincidentally, Fang Xiu was lowering his head at this time, looking for the kind of pastries he liked before.

Although he had tasted all kinds of cakes in his previous life.

However, I have to say that there is a certain reason why the chef of the Imperial Kitchen became the chef of the Imperial Kitchen.

Even if you use very scarce ingredients and condiments, you can still make very delicious food.

On the other side, the backyard of the palace.

Zhao Yan took Xiu’er’s hand and said with a smile: “Master Wu’s paintings are the best not only in the capital, but also in the entire Chu country.

Even if his father wanted Master Wu to paint, he would never do it. They are all kind words. Although Master Wu is a very good painter, he is very low-key.

If he were to meet Master Wu outside, most people would probably regard him as a slovenly old man.

Moreover, Wu. The master has a good temper. Since he promised his father to paint for you, he will not go back on his word. No matter what request you make, as long as it is not too excessive, he will satisfy it.”

Zhao Yan kept talking on the side. Xiu’er just smiled and nodded.

After a while, the two people walked to the backyard.

The backyard of Yongshou Palace is not small in area, almost the same as that of Fang Mansion.

The layout isn’t much different either.

In the center of the backyard, there is a stone table.

The stone table is covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Of course it is impossible for Master Wu to paint in the harem on weekdays.

In fact, except for a very small number of royal relatives, even the three cabinet ministers who want to enter the harem need to be informed in advance.

Therefore, these pens, inks, paper and inkstones were all brought over from outside by Master Wu. Before waiting for a while, he laid them out and prepared to draw something.

“Master Wu, we are here!”

Zhao Yan shouted loudly as soon as she walked into the yard.

Then, he walked to Master Wu and looked at the painting he was painting.

I saw a landscape and ink painting with profound artistic conception and full of fairy spirit vividly appearing on the paper.

Not to mention Zhao Yan, even Xiu’er, who didn’t know much about ink painting, saw it and thought it was very beautiful.

In any case, they are the top painters in Chu State, and their random paintings can be sold for extremely high prices when placed outside.

That’s it, there’s still a price but no market.

Because Master Wu has a habit of throwing aside paintings he is not satisfied with, not giving them to others, not selling them, and not letting others take them.

However, in Master Wu’s eyes, a painting that can be called satisfactory may only come to him in a few days.

Therefore, in the entire capital, there can only be said to be a very small number of Master Wu’s paintings circulating on the market.

Even in the hands of Emperor Chu, there were not many paintings by Master Wu.

It can be seen that Zhao Yan’s request for Master Wu’s time for Xiu’er was not as easy as she said.

When the painter known as Master Wu heard Zhao Yan’s voice, he slowly put down the brush in his hand, turned to look at Zhao Yan, stood upright, bowed respectfully, and said: “I see you, Your Highness the Princess.”

“Master Wu is exempt from etiquette

. “

Although Zhao Yan doesn’t care about the etiquette in the palace, since Master Wu does, she doesn’t want to cause too many troubles.

“Is this Miss Xiu’er?”

After Master Wu finished his salute, he turned his attention to the little maid next to Zhao Yan. A smile appeared on his old face, and he said lightly with a somewhat masterful tone. : “I wonder what kind of painting Miss Xiu’er wants me to do for you?”

Xiu’er looked at Master Wu with a faint blush on her pretty face. She thought for a moment and said, “Thank you, Master Wu. Master Wu, I want it.” You draw a person.”

Master Wu frowned slightly when he heard this.

No matter what era, painters are also divided into categories.

What he is good at is freehand landscape painting and ink painting.

Although he can draw a few portraits, he is not as good as those who draw them.

If he hadn’t known that this little girl knew nothing about the world of painters, he would have almost thought that this little girl was deliberately making fun of him.

Master Wu thought for a while.

No matter what, I have already promised His Majesty.

Moreover, it’s not like I haven’t painted portraits before. Since this little girl wants a portrait, I just need to spend some time to draw one and give it to her.

Thinking of this, Master Wu smiled again on his face, looked at Xiu’er, and said with a smile: “I wonder whose portrait Miss Xiu’er wants?”

This is actually a polite question, because generally people ask for portrait paintings. Everyone paints themselves.

A little girl who doesn’t know how to draw, even after thinking about it, can’t draw someone else’s portrait.

When Xiu’er saw Master Wu agreeing, a smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face. She raised her head, looked at Master Wu, and blurted out: “I’m like Master Wu painting a painting for my young master.”

“Okay.”

Master Wu didn’t listen to Xiu’er at all .

He said something and nodded.

Then, belatedly realized that something seemed wrong.

My young master?

Who is your young master?

Master Wu’s old face showed doubts, he looked at Xiu’er and asked: “Who is your young master?”

Xiu’er thought for a while and replied: “My young master’s name is Fang Xiu, he is the Zuo Zhonglang of the Yulin Guard. “General, he is here to attend the birthday banquet of Her Royal Highness the Princess today. It is outside. Xiu’er will go and invite the young master now.”

After saying that, she was about to turn around and run out of the yard.

Before she could start, Master Wu called out to her: “Wait a minute!”

Xiu’er stopped, looked at Master Wu with a puzzled look on her face, and asked, “What’s the matter, Master Wu?”

Master Wu’s face He looked embarrassed, thought for a moment, and asked: “The Fang Xiu you are talking about, is it the Fang Xiu at the banquet in Prince Ning’s Mansion?”

When Xiu’er heard this, the look of confusion on her face became even stronger, but she Didn’t say anything, just thought about it.

The young master seemed to have attended some kind of banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion back then.

I guess what Master Wu said was correct

, so he nodded and replied: “My young master did attend the banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion.”

After receiving the exact answer, Master Wu’s expression changed and he subconsciously took a step back. It seems to be different.

At the original banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion, as the most famous painter in the entire capital and even the entire Chu State, Master Wu was naturally invited to attend.

At the banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion, he once saw Fang Xiu dodge the long sword of the son of the Minister of Rites and chop off his arm with one blow.

That bloody scene still often flashes in his mind.

What if the big devil Fang feels that his painting doesn’t look like it or doesn’t suit his liking? Wouldn’t he want to kill him with a knife?

(End of this chapter)