The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 266

[Chapter 266 Sketch]

Fang Xiu thought for a while and asked: “Where is the imperial kitchen? Go there and find a piece of charcoal, which is a charcoal brush.”

Can charcoal be used as a brush?

Zhao Yan looked suspicious.

In so many years, this was the first time she heard of someone using charcoal to make pens.

However, since Fang Xiu said so, she still chose to believe him for once.

After all, he had not let himself down in the past few times.

“Wait a minute, I will send someone to get charcoal now.”

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, she stood up and gave a few instructions to the palace maid outside.

After a while, a pretty palace maid came in holding a piece of charcoal.

Fang Xiu took the charcoal, scratched a few times on the front of the bricks, then looked at Zhao Yan and said, “Okay, sit back.”

Seeing this, Zhao Yan wondered whether he could use charcoal as a pen. Drawing a portrait made me even more suspicious.

But he still didn’t say anything. He sat down obediently and looked at Fang Xiu unblinkingly with his big, beautiful eyes, looking very cute.

It was the first time that Fang Xiu saw Zhao Yan like this. He smiled and began to draw on the rice paper with charcoal.

After about a while of burning the incense, Fang Xiu threw the charcoal aside with a smile on his face and said, “OK!”

Oh?

Although she knew that Fang Xiu always liked to use strange words, Zhao Yan still felt a little strange.

Of course, Zhao Yan was somewhat used to this aspect of him, so she didn’t ask any more questions. She stood up, walked to Fang Xiu’s side, and said impatiently: “Show me.”

She walked to the front of the stone table, Zhao Yan looked at the rice paper on the stone table, and was stunned when she saw the portrait painting.

This portrait was completely different from the ones she had seen before.

The portraits drawn with brushes are said to focus on realism, but compared with ordinary ink paintings, they are completely different from the portraits drawn with charcoal by Fang Xiu.

Although this painting was made with charcoal, it looked extremely real, almost no different from what she saw in the bronze mirror.

It was completely different from the portrait paintings she had seen before.

Looking at the paintings on the rice paper, Zhao Yan was stunned in place. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do or say.

At the same time, beside her, Master Wu’s painting has been completed.

Master Wu looked at his painting, with a satisfied smile on his old face, touched his beard, and said: “The painting is done, Miss Xiu’er, let’s take a look.”

When Xiu’er heard this, her pretty face Showing a faint smile, he stood up and walked towards Master Wu.

However, a casual glance fell on the portrait painted by his young master.

For just a moment, she froze on the spot, staring blankly at the portrait, or ‘sketch’, on the stone table.

At this moment, Master Wu is looking proudly at the painting that he spent nearly half an hour carefully making.

Because of Fang Xiu, Master Wu paid extra attention to this painting. Even if he was painting for His Majesty, he could only paint it to this extent.

Although he was not good at portrait painting, he had painted a lot for the gentry in order to make a living.

Even with his eyes, he felt that this was a rare masterpiece.

Of course, in addition to her own strength, Miss Xiu’er also has a beautiful appearance, which adds a lot to this painting

. However, after admiring it for a long time, he found that there was no movement around him and subconsciously turned around. Look, I suddenly became a little angry.

This girl Xiuer was actually surrounding Fang Xiu’s stone table, seeming to be looking at something.

As a painter, he can tolerate many things, he can tolerate no money, he can tolerate mediocre food, he can even tolerate being homeless, but he cannot tolerate others’ contempt for his paintings.

Even though this Xiu’er girl had always been polite and courteous from just now, her behavior at this moment showed contempt for his paintings without any pretense.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but want to rush forward and tear off what Fang Xiu, a playboy, had drawn.

Anger almost tore his sanity to pieces, but the next second, for some reason, the scene at Prince Ning’s banquet suddenly appeared in his mind.

Thinking of the scene I witnessed with my own eyes, it was like a bucket of cold water pouring down my head, and I instantly calmed down a lot.

However, the anger in my heart is still there.

In any case, he did not believe that the random graffiti of Fang Xiu, an ignorant and ignorant boy, could be more attractive than his own carefully crafted paintings.

Therefore, he only regarded everything that happened in front of him as an insult to himself.

Master Wu walked to the front of the stone table, looked at Xiu’er, suppressed the anger in his heart, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

However, with a casual glance, I saw the content of the rice paper painting on the stone table.

Like Zhao Yan and Xiu’er before him, he was stunned in place, looking at the portrait paintings on the stone table with disbelief.

I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly looked away, looked at Fang Xiu beside him, and asked, “General Fang, did you paint this painting?”

Fang Xiu felt a little speechless when he heard this question.

It wasn’t me who painted it, it was you who couldn’t have done it.

He thought so in his heart, but didn’t say it out loud. He just nodded and said casually: “I drew it.”

Upon hearing this, Master Wu’s eyes suddenly turned a little red, and there was even some blood in them.

Fang Xiu felt a little strange when he saw this scene.

What’s wrong with this old man?

Master Wu looked at Fang Xiu with red eyes, and asked again: “I want to ask, how long did it take General Fang to paint such a painting?”

How long did it take?

Fang Xiu thought for a while and replied: “About one stick of incense.”

Upon hearing this, Master Wu felt that his whole world was about to collapse.

The painting that he spent nearly a stick of incense painting was not as realistic as a rough boy who spent a stick of incense scribbling with charcoal.

So what’s the point of all these years of hard work and effort?

For a moment, Master Wu felt like he was in a hurry, and there was a breath in his chest. He couldn’t spit it out, and he couldn’t swallow it. He was terribly uncomfortable.

After a moment, he seemed to remember something, suddenly raised his head, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked: “I have one last question to ask General Fang.”

The old man wasn’t finished yet.

Fang Xiu He frowned slightly and said casually: “Tell me.”

Master Wu asked: “I wonder how long General Fang has been practicing portrait painting?”

Fang Xiu heard this, thought for a while, and showed embarrassment on his face. Expression, said: “I am quite stupid. When I practiced sketching with my classmates, it took at least more than a month to draw like this.”

(End of Chapter)