After rebelling against Yazi and finally abandoning it

The willows are green, the warblers are flying, and the flowers are blooming.

The handsome man in white clothes stands tall among the flowers, with sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, beautiful features, and looks like a fairy.

Fang Kun's pale face was blushing, although Zhuang Bai looked cold, he could tell at a glance that he was uncomfortable inside, and he was talking to the people around him at this time, and everyone looked at him with understanding and praise.Then there was embarrassment that Zhuang Bai had never seen on his face, which made him almost dumbfounded.

Seemingly seeing Zhuang Bai's absent-mindedness, the old sage followed his line of sight and suddenly smiled lowly: "You boy, the opportunity I prepared for you was in vain. Everyone has called you, but you still don't want it now." Not done yet?"

Zhuang Bai's lazy eyes widened rarely, as if he couldn't believe that his gossip had reached the saint's ears, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and also replied in a low voice: "Return to the saint, it's because our army is not strong enough The enemy army is too strong."

The saint was amused by his metaphor: "You, you are still so cunning, you have lost your pretty face for nothing."

"Hey," Zhuang Bai bowed his head in frustration, "he is too defensive, I really can't get in."

"If you can't get in, find a way to get in. If you can't face the attack directly, let's go around. I don't believe it. With this difficulty, it will be difficult to catch General Zhuang Shen?" The old sage gave him an idea with great enthusiasm.

Zhuang Bai bowed his head and smiled in embarrassment. He didn't know what to think of for a while. With a naughty smile on his lips, he leaned his head and whispered, "Saint, didn't my father leave a gold medal for avoiding death? What do you think?" , if I exchange this death-prevention gold medal with you for a marriage gift and his official career will not be ruined, is that feasible?"

The saint's pupils constricted, his heart beat wildly, but the smile on his face did not change at all: "I don't care, but in my opinion, if you want to ask for a marriage, you should first ask for the consent of the other party. After all, it is me. Da Zhou has a talent that needs to be used, and I don't want to give a marriage decree in exchange for a pair of resentful spouses."

Zhuang Bo clicked his tongue, his face was troubled.He straightened up, looked left and right, and finally said in pain: "This is so difficult, but I think I can still struggle."

The old sage laughed out loud, unknowingly, most of the worry and guard against Zhuang Bai in the secret part of his heart had been completely melted away after this conversation.

The hearty laughter of the sage awakened the scholars who were immersed in the world of painting and appreciating paintings in the depths of the flowers, including Fang Kun.

Fang Kun's life during this period was not very good.

He wondered how Zhuang Bai had such a great personality and cultivated Pang Xi, an ultimate fan who took his words as his own responsibility.

He had already said Xijing, but this Pang Xi was able to praise Zhuang Bai to him at least [-] words uninterruptedly and in a fancy way, helping Zhuang Bai to show his presence; even though he was poisonous every day on him. .Medicine, can not stop his determination to report.Today he couldn't stand it anymore, he went out for a stroll early, but who would have thought that he would meet the fifth prince, the killer.

Because of Zhuang Bai's rescue a while ago, the Fifth Prince's attitude even with Fang Kun was considered good, but it was only good.

During the whole conversation with the fifth prince, he kept expressing the following meanings to him: do you want to die, or submit to him? !If you want to submit to him, you must first agree to Zhuang Bai, as sincerity!But even if you agree to Zhuang Bai in the future, the central idea must be to get closer to him, and you can't eat inside and outside...

Fang Kun: mmp!

This is absolutely crazy, if he is not incapable now, he will definitely take off his head with a backhand and kick it as a ball.

However, no matter how happy he imagined in his mind, in reality, his small body stood in front of the fifth prince who was surrounded by six or seven guards behind him, and he could only practice Tai Chi in circles.

In the end, it was Pang Xi who rescued him when he came out to look for him, and abducted him to participate in today's scribes' painting competition with a few words.Although he didn't have much interest in painting competitions, no matter what he did, it was much more interesting than facing the fifth prince's crazy face.

Maybe he came here full of interest, maybe his mood was too leisurely, maybe it was rare that he didn't resist painting today, so Fang Kun only felt hearty in this painting.

When he came back to his senses, the calligraphy under his hand had been completed, the shrouded body in horse leather, the two armies fighting, and the general killing the enemy, the bleak and bloody scenes were already vivid on the paper.Because the process is too smooth and devoted, the sense of killing and bleakness in the picture almost overflows the paper, and corresponding to it is the excitement, bravery and excitement of the general. There is a strong conflict between the two, which makes the viewer feel like watching Sometimes I can't help but immerse myself in it, and it's hard to extricate myself.

Even Fang Kun himself was inconceivable. Such a painting could be made by him who is recognized as full of craftsmanship and without spirituality in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? !What the hell!

He shook his head thoughtfully, and he didn't understand why he would stand in a leisurely and quiet garden and draw a horse leather shroud that was completely out of tune with this scene. Maybe there really was a rare phenomenon in ten thousand years The aura thing?

Fang Kun's battlefield painting has stood out among many flower and bird paintings since he finished it, attracting many literati to watch.

When Fang Kun replied that it was done by inspiration when he was in a trance, and his painting was not so good at ordinary times, Pang Xi said to his heart: "Sure enough, I have thoughts in my heart and paintings in my pen. From this painting, we can see that , Brother Fang knows General Zhuang Can very well, and when he is in a trance, he can describe the heroic figure of General Zhuang Can, which is really a masterpiece."

Another scribe leaned over his face and said excitedly: "Good painting, good painting! This is the picture of General Zhuang Can heroically killing the enemy in my imagination. I didn't expect Fang Xiuzhuan's painting skills to be so superb and his understanding of General Zhuang Can so deep Bone marrow, we all admire it."

Hearing the words, other scribes gathered around one after another. From the scene in the picture at a glance, they deduced that the owner in the middle with only one deep, excited and cruel eye was a general.

Thinking about the rumors between Zhuang Bai and Fang Kun, everyone understood and gathered together to analyze and praise the painting from various angles.

Although this painting is a little blunt in some places, its value lies in its bleak and murderous neighing that almost blows out of the paper, shocking people's hearts.

Amidst the seemingly absent jokes and ambiguous smiles of the crowd, Fang Kun managed to maintain the coldness on his face, but almost suppressed the irritability in his heart, letting his cheeks turn red with anger: "No, this is really just a fantasy. general, has nothing to do with General Zhuang.”

"Okay, okay, we understand, we understand!

"This is really the general I imagined, not General Zhuang."

"Yeah, we get it! We get it!"

I understand your numbness, I want to say that what I paint is myself, do you believe it?

mmp!A group of retarded people!

At this moment, the saint's laughter came from a distance, and everyone looked serious, straightened their clothes, kowtowed and saluted.

After the old sage walked around among the scribes, he was really attracted by Fang Kun's unique and lifelike painting of the battlefield, "This painting is not bad, I wonder whose masterpiece it is?"

Fang Kun saluted solemnly: "Return to Your Majesty, I am an official."

The old sage narrowed his eyes, looked at this man from beginning to end who was able to make Zhuang Bai take out the gold medal for avoiding death without hesitation in exchange for a marriage gift, and said meaningfully: "You are Fang Kun."

"Return to Your Majesty, it is the next official."

"Well, you are very good." It would be even better if you can accept Zhuang Bai smoothly and let him return my gold medal for avoiding death.

Fang Kun: "..." Feeling a little cold for no reason, he must be plotting against him!

The old sage stood in front of Fang Kun's drawing paper and admired it for a while, and finally left Zhuang Bai behind and said, "I think this painting has a lot of skill, General Zhuang, you will stay here and wait for Fang Xiu to compose this painting." After the repairs are completed, send me a reward."

"Follow the orders of the saints."

After Zhuang Bai got up, he saw the pointed eyes of the old sage, and he bent his lips to express his gratitude.

After the sage left, Pang Xi rushed out from the pile of scribes, and greeted Zhuang Bai with the enthusiasm of a fan of seeing an idol. I have almost recovered my body, so I invited him out to participate in the flower viewing, do you think he is really in good spirits today?"

"Brother Fang's complexion is so rosy today, I'm so relieved." Zhuang Bai's fiery eyes circled twice on the rosiness on Fang Kun's pale cheeks, and he praised ambiguously.

Fang Kun gritted his teeth: "Oh." I was so angry!Angry!

He really wanted to dismantle the character design, but now in public, he couldn't, so he could only forcefully curl the corners of his lips: "It's because the inspiration for the creation was too hot and hot, making everyone laugh."

"It's hot." Pang Xi said meaningfully.

The other scribes also understood and looked at the two ambiguously.

Fang Kun took a deep breath, silently took out a pure white handkerchief, turned around and covered his face with his sleeves, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhuang Bo turned his body sideways to help him block most of the prying eyes, and looked directly at the canvas in front of him. Although the brush strokes are relatively rough and the transition between some pictures is relatively blunt, but in terms of artistic conception, it is indeed a rare and good painting .

It's just, "Although the painting style is very good, I'm not as majestic as you painted. You can see that the shoulders you painted are almost two widths thicker than mine, and the thighs, tsk tsk, although my legs are There are muscles, but there is absolutely nothing much." After saying that, he carefully moved to Fang Kun's ear,

Qi Yin said: "Still, I am so stalwart in your heart? But I really don't have so many muscles on my body. I will show you privately another day."

Fang Kun looked contemptuously at Zhuang Bai's thin and thin body: "Oh! You are overthinking, and what I drew is me."

Zhuang Bo fondly looked at his rib-less figure, and said fondly, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say."

Fang Kun, who had a deep understanding of Zhuang Bai's inertia, ignored him, turned around and took out his private seal and stamped it on the canvas.

[It's rare for me, Boss Shi, to tell the truth, but the stupid hall didn't believe it, hahaha. 】

[In other words, Boss Shi is always this tall enough to fit two stupid palaces in any world, except for this world. 】

[If the stupid hall sees Boss Shi like that, I wonder if he can still put on this happy expression, 2333333]

↑The above are the joyful complaints of Shi Yan fans.

[I feel sorry for Dian Dae for a second, a person who would never have the opportunity to be included in his aesthetic and mate selection, is now picked up by him. 】

[The most important thing is that he is having a good time. 】

[And the most frightening thing is that recently, I found that the narrow-minded Shi Yan in the legend seems to have inadvertently increased his tolerance for our palace father. Do you think it could be...]

【…】

【……Oh! 】

【……No! 】

[If this is the case, it would be terrible!My palace father will absolutely abandon him within ten days!He will definitely pay the wrong price sincerely! 】

【I'm going to look for my safety talisman, and wish my father a safe return. 】

[I'm looking for a blessing spell, and wish the palace father a smooth and successful life. 】

[I'm going to find the geomantic treasure cave, and wish the palace father a good death. 】

[... Get fucked upstairs! 】

The next day, when the officials had basically finished their rest, the old sage waved his hand, choosing another day to drive wild hunting, and all the staff came to the scene.

Zhuang Bai wandered around behind Fang Kun all day that day, ignoring Fang Kun's cold face and ignoring him, and brazenly wrapped up all the leather jackets, waistcoats and the like that he would use later.