You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan was very pleased to hear the words of the bearded sissy. He smiled and said:

"As far as I know, the government doesn't allow this to be printed. It can only be copied. When you publish a version in the future, just copy it for me. How about we split it 50-50?"

When Luo Wenqi heard the lion's big mouth, he felt like he saw a ghost: "Hey! Xiaobai, it's not good for you to be so greedy, right?"

Unexpectedly, Bai Wan said with a playful smile: "How can this be called greed? If you really want to be greedy, then it's 20:80. Otherwise, I will shout until everyone knows that the Three Saints of the Daying Painting Academy actually painted secret dramas. How about that?"

The person on the other side felt extremely strange, because if this person knew the truth, he was also one of the three saints and still painted this picture. It was not even the original painting, but a copy. When he regained his memory, he would be so angry that he would die.

"Well, then it's up to you! Humph!"

Luo Wenqi turned his head away awkwardly, thinking that it would not be a loss to let Han Miaoran copy his paintings to sell.

The tone of voice frightened Bai Wan so much that all the goose bumps on her body fell to the ground, enough to stir-fry several pots.

He had no choice but to shift his gaze, slightly serious, and carefully look at the third volume of "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things" in his hand.

The characters in it are indeed lifelike, and the beauties are all charming and stunning. It is worthy of being a masterpiece that has been popular in Baiyun City for so long.

But after reading it, he was very puzzled: "You are such a good figure painter, why don't you go to the Song Mansion to paint a birthday portrait for Mr. Song? Even if you are not satisfied with the painting, you will get five taels of gold. I'm afraid you will have to pay fifty taels to paint it!"

"Well, I don't want to get involved in this mess and ruin my reputation! Whoever wants to paint, let them paint!" Luo Wenqi glanced sideways.

Bai Wan looked at this man, who was so good at seeking profit and avoiding harm, and was actually very much to his liking.

You can accept him as your younger brother!

"Why is this?" he asked puzzledly.

Luo Wenqi sat there seemingly nonchalantly and said, "Well, after those painters came back to recuperate, they showed me their previous paintings.

As a result, no matter if they drew Mr. Song’s real disabled appearance or deliberately drew him to look healthy, they were all kicked out! "

He had seen those painters before. Although their level was not as good as his, they were at least somewhat famous painters in the local area.

A lot of people had good skills and even painting abilities, and some were more than qualified to enter Daying Art Academy, but they were all rejected.

Song Zhuqing was once a meritorious general and had some reputation in front of His Majesty. Many of his subordinates once served in the court.

How many dignitaries would come to the 60th birthday party, but if their portrait paintings were not satisfactory, they would be rejected and beaten with sticks, and many people would lose their reputation in the painting world.

The Song family also sent people to ask him to paint, but he refused!

Just because he is not that stupid!

After all, why should you put yourself in a difficult position when you know that something may not be a good thing?

Bai Wan raised an eyebrow when he heard this and looked at him: "Would you mind showing me those paintings?"

Luo Wenqi looked suspiciously at the man lying on the bed, unable to walk. Suddenly he felt a little surprised, but he still turned around and walked out the door slowly.

After a while, he came in with some scrolls, more than twenty in total, large and small.

It seems that the buttocks that were spanked were quite terrible.

"Well, although there are some differences in the painting, it's pretty close. What a pity..." Luo Wenqi choked up again, "What a pity for those buttocks, they were beaten like that! It's a sin!"

Bai Wan suddenly felt that this man cared too much about those golden buttocks, maybe he was a homosexual!

He arched his back like a worm, covered himself with the quilt and squeezed closer to the couch, trying to get away from the bearded man.

Then, a certain man opened the scroll, looked at the painting inside, and his hands paused.

It can be seen that these paintings are all excellent works of calligraphy and painting with exquisite composition and rich colors. They are much better than those crappy things I drew.

Common sense says that this is like choosing a concubine from beauties and picking a big man from gold. Why is Mr. Song not satisfied?

"Have you seen Mr. Song?" he asked.

"Yes, of course I have." Luo Wenqi looked up. "Although Song Zhuqing looks heroic, he is blind in his left eye and lame in his right leg. He insisted on drawing a full-length portrait! Isn't that a sure way to expose his weaknesses?"

Disadvantages? That’s true!

Some of them are painted as heroic and extraordinary, while others are painted as kind and benevolent. Some even paint their eyes healthy and bright. Their legs are down to earth, and they are armed with weapons and horses, so heroic.

Bai Wan chuckled and pointed with both hands. The eyes and down-to-earth feet in the painting were really exaggerated.

"I was wondering why they were rejected, but now I know after seeing this! Of course they were beaten for drawing like that!"

Luo Wenqi didn't understand what this person was laughing at. It seemed like he was speaking very badly of the person in just a few words.

If it was the Yuebai of the past who said this, it would make sense, but the Baiwan that Brother Zichen is talking about is a person with weak painting skills.

"Well, what do you mean?"

Bai Wan held the painting in her hand, put it down lightly and said:

"General Song is blind in one eye and lame in one leg. If you draw him realistically, he will definitely feel uncomfortable and think you are mocking his disability. But if you draw him healthy, that would be a lie and a fake. He would dislike it even more!"

In terms of painting skills, he is not as good as him for now, but in terms of guessing people's hearts, he knows a thing or two.

This……

What should I do?

How can we show its true appearance without being fake?

After hearing this, Luo Wenqi looked at these paintings and felt even more confused.

"I haven't thought of this yet, but there must be a way! I can't draw anyway! You guys should worry about this kind of thing yourselves! You are the Great Winning Painting Saint, and I am not!"

Bai Wan said this and turned sideways.

It would be strange if you weren’t!

Luo Wenqi didn't expect that this man, who had lost his memory, could still say such irritating words so easily.

So he rolled up the paintings and began to think about what Bai Wan had just said.

Although Song Zhuqing had resigned and returned to his hometown, he was still well-known in the eyes of the court and the people. Otherwise, so many local and foreign painters would not have flocked to him.

Luo Wenqi no longer cared about his reputation. It was fine as long as he didn't lose it, but he didn't need to become famous. He sighed and walked out.

Bai Wan, who was standing behind him, glanced at the man's departing back and looked at the scattered scroll several times.

He already had an idea in mind, but his painting skills were not enough to support this idea.

"Oh, I really want to have a string in my head connected to my hands. Whatever I think of, my hands can draw and write something!"

Bai Wan tremblingly took out a small brush and a booklet from her bag.

I saw him sketching on the paper with a small brush in his left hand.

When the pen hit the paper, the general was seen squinting his disabled left eye, looking at the deer in the distance and drawing his bow, as if he was hiding his weakness.

However, although the artistic conception of the painting is there, the form and modeling are very poor.

It can be said that apart from the ideas, everything else is useless.

After finishing the painting, Bai Wan suddenly felt the pain in his buttocks again, and he fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

Not far away, there was a little boy in white clothes at the door who had just been applying medicine to everyone. He saw this scene and walked in.

Wherever his eyes fell, he was attracted by the little man in the booklet.

Then, the man's eyes widened, and he just pulled his hand away and quietly put the paper into his arms.