Queen, I am dressing for you

Chapter 5 Painting

The thing in the painting is not the four seasons of flowers that An Junchen has long been bored to see, but a person, a king who holds a teacup in his hand and stares deeply at him—the current emperor, An Junchen.

Look at this painting, how lifelike it is!

The rude gesture of holding a teacup in both hands is painted as a gentleman holding a cup of tea.The demented eyes that look silly to others are painted with affectionate, affectionate eyes like ink pupils.

That calls a gentleman polite, that calls an infatuation.Well, really good!

"How?" Qian Kui came from the desk, and Xi Yazhu lowered his head and asked, although his tone was as indifferent as usual, but there was a trace of expectation to be appreciated in the brow.If you can be praised by the emperor, it can be compared to gold.

An Junchen suddenly stood up and coughed. In order to show the gentleman's demeanor in the painting, he raised his head and chest, and was about to recite a few poems and say a few connotative compliments to show his self-cultivation.

Unfortunately, he overestimated himself...

No matter what sweet and sweet words you have in the court of love, the taste in his mouth will change, so he can only choke out a sentence: "Good, beautiful, praise!"

...Unsurprisingly, she was despised by Xi Yazhu.

The emperor's self-esteem was hit, hard hit!With a tickle in his throat, he closed his eyes and spit out the beautiful words he knew: "This painting should only exist in the sky, how often do you see it in the world! Look at this painting, it is so unique. The country is beautiful, with icy skin like snow, delicate features, red lips and white teeth..."

... Your Majesty, are you boasting about painting, or boasting yourself?

Interrupting An Junchen's more and more outrageous words, Xi Yazhu took the painting in his hand, looked it up and down, and threw it back into An Junchen's hand, so as not to say anything "People in paintings look better than real people".

Passing the painting to Xiao Changzi who respectfully stepped forward to take it, An Junchen coughed: "Good painting, beautiful painting, Xiao Changzi framed it, I want to hang it on the bedside, and appreciate it every day!"

... Is this a manifestation of infatuation with oneself?

"Your Majesty, I dare you, you want an inscription." Xiao Changzi asked tentatively after glancing at Xi Yazhu who couldn't bear to look directly and turned his back.

"Inscription, what words are you inscribing?" An Junchen was stunned. He had never been in contact with such literati's paintings, words, etc., so how could he understand them.

When Xi Yazhu explained a few words to him, he clapped his palms suddenly: "Okay, inscription!"

"Your Majesty, please."

"it is good!"

With a swipe of the pen, the flamboyant and phoenix danced, "Frame it!

So, from this day on, Xi Yazhu hung a picture above his bed, with two particularly domineering scrawled characters inscribed on it. After looking closely and studying the structure of the characters, he knew that these two characters were——

"To ward off evil spirits"!

... Not to mention, since the emperor's portrait warded off evil spirits, Xi Yazhu ate well and slept soundly, and the bed chanting is also exciting!

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As the saying goes, coming and not going is indecent.

An Junchen was very depressed, so depressed that when he went to court the next day, he sat astride the armrest with one foot, tilted his body, and propped his cheek with one hand, so startled that all the officials knelt down and kowtowed, shouting in unison, "Indecent, indecent!" Also!" Unmoved.

"Your Majesty, this is disrespectful!"

Turn a blind eye.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

It fell on deaf ears.

With a bang, all the officials knelt down, kowtowed in unison, held their noses, and cried in the hall with tears.

With a hammer on the armrest, the emperor stood up safely: "You are flat! You don't need to be so polite." The officials were in an uproar, thinking that the emperor was moved by themselves, and happily stood up with their robes, and respectfully replied "Thank you, Your Majesty".But An Junchen sat down again with a bang, continuing to assume that "elegant" sitting posture.

"..."

It is difficult to guess the holy will, all the officials are silent, you look at me, I look at you, waiting for someone to go out and ask the emperor what is dissatisfied.

So, after "exchanging glances", Prime Minister Xu lived up to everyone's expectations, bowed out, and reported to the emperor: "Old minister..." Before he finished speaking, he was shocked to hear that the gloomy emperor opened his golden mouth and sighed faintly. The meaning in the words caused everyone to be in an uproar: "Yazhu sent me a portrait, how should I respond."

It turned out that this was the reason why the emperor was depressed!As soon as these words came out, the officials chattered and discussed, and the whole hall was filled with buzzing voices. However, if you listen carefully, you can hear what they said: "Master Gao, what are you doing today?" What did you have for breakfast?"

"Master Xu, the sun is just right today, why don't you go out and play?"

"Master Meng, hahaha, the wine you sent last time is good!"

... Treat An Junchen as air.

Therefore, as an example for all the ministers, Xu Cheng stood up again with no shame, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "The old minister thinks that the emperor can send back a painting to Mr. Xi."

"He Hua?" An Junchen asked in a daze.

"This... the old minister thinks that if the emperor wants to get the meaning of pairing, he might as well give something that matches the painting of the master. For example, if the master is painting red flowers, the emperor can paint green leaves as a backdrop. If the master is painting... ..."

"Okay!" Interrupting Prime Minister Xu politely, An Junchen stood up with a smile, "Good idea!" With his heart like a mirror, an idea suddenly came to him.

"But I don't know how to draw." An Junchen frowned slightly, and before Prime Minister Xu could say anything, he curled his lips into a smile, "Prime Minister Xu, since you proposed this, then I will teach you how to draw. I give you my hand!"

Prime Minister Xu was in tears, and had to grit his teeth and hang his head to answer: "Old minister...obey the order."

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So, the young emperor, who had always been ugly even when writing, learned to draw, and he was really shocked when he learned it.

Leaving aside the messy messy desk with splashed ink, just talking about this "beautiful" picture made Prime Minister Xu vomit three liters of blood, and almost died of the emperor's shocking work of weeping ghosts and gods.As a result, Prime Minister Xu got up every morning to go to court, and he had to go to his ancestral hall to offer three sticks of incense, in order to ask his ancestors and ancestors to bless him to return home safely, and then he was ordered to go to court tomorrow.

An Junchen didn't know how bad his painting skills were, and his face was swaying, excited, and he often asked Prime Minister Xu to comment on his progress in painting, but he didn't know that he was shortchanging Prime Minister Xu in disguise. lifespan...

But even if this painting is shocking to heaven, as an emperor, he must take care of his face, he should be praised, he should be flattered, he should be flattered.So, after half a month of "devil training", and after Xu Chengxiang occasionally praised "a little progress", An Junchen was complacent, carrying his new work, and ran into Zhuxuan temple.

Xi Yazhu was painting at the desk as usual, completely unaware that An Junchen had learned to paint in order to return the gift these days, when he first heard about An Junchen, he was stunned for a while, the expression in his eyes was not sure whether it was joy or a smile.

Taking advantage of Xi Yazhu's ecstasy, An Junchen hastily exaggerated his hard work during the past few days. He said that his eyes were full of tears and his mouth was flattened into a slit, waiting for Xi Yazhu to spit it out. Moved two words before willing to give up.Xi Yazhu is also not hard-hearted, thinking that this person who has never been ignorant of the words and paintings of gentlemen learns painting for himself, so he is naturally moved a lot in his heart, his lips move, and he wants to praise a few words, but his shoulders shake when he takes it. After the "magic work" handed over by his little Changzi, he swallowed it back, rotted in his stomach, and melted into his intestines.

"How so?" An Junchen brought his face closer happily, while looking at his satisfactory masterpiece, while observing Xi Yazhu's reaction.

"Hmm..." After a long silence, Xi Yazhu, whose complexion was a bit dark, spit out a word lightly, trying to hold back a harmless sentence in his throat, "Dare to ask what the emperor painted."

"flower!"

An Junchen's face was smiling like a flower, and Xi Yazhu's face was as black as a coffin lid.

Stretching out his hand and putting the masterpiece far away, Xi Yazhu frowned to examine it, struggled in his heart for a long time, and mumbled: "Looking from a distance..." Meeting An Junchen's smiling face, "It doesn't look like a flower."

Boom——

"Look closer," he held it in front of his eyes, "tofu dregs."

Boom--

"Look again," Xi Yazhu looked at it from far to near, and said calmly, "Redraw."

Boom la la——

The heart of the young emperor suffered a strong blow!Angrily, he pulled the magic trick, bent over and picked up Xi Yazhu, and threw him on the bed, up and down, left and right, pressing him in ninety-nine and eighty-one moves, without sleep!

The emperor is heartbroken and wants you to make amends!

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After suffering a heavy blow, An Junchen began to study painting seriously. As a man above all others, how could he fall in the same place as Xi Yazhu.Since you are suppressing him, you must suppress everything about him, even if it is a painting!

So, from that day on, except for going to find Xi Yazhu every day when he was sleeping, the rest of the time was devoted to learning painting, he was about to swear that he would convince Xi Yazhu!Under this strong spiritual motivation, An Junchen made rapid progress, but in just over a month, he was able to comprehend the essence of painting. Although he failed to reach the realm of divine painting, he is the best among beginners, and his strength cannot be underestimated. Looking at it, even Xu Cheng smiled a little more when he met him, stroked his beard a few times, skipped home, and stopped going to the ancestral hall to offer incense every day.

More than a month later, An Junchen took advantage of the night to paint, with a swipe of his wolf brush, his strokes were sharp, and he tried his best to make every shape in the painting lifelike, with a natural and decent expression, and finally he painted his shocking god before the red sun rose.

As soon as he blew the ink on his head, An Junchen rushed out with the painting in disregard of etiquette, and his laughter echoed for a long time in the not yet completely white sky, so that after that day, everyone whispered and the emperor lost his mind Crazy, I'm afraid it's hard to recover...

When they rushed to the Zhuxuan Hall, Xi Yazhu was still sleeping in the house, and the surroundings were quiet. When the night guards saw An Junchen, they all knelt down, but An Junchen was afraid of disturbing Xi Yazhu, so he avoided their salute.

Little Changzi was waiting outside, and when he saw the scroll in An Junchen's hand, he understood his intention of coming, and immediately bowed his head and stepped forward, and after saluting An Junchen, he said respectfully: "Your Majesty, don't you? Hand it over to the younger one, and after Master Xi wakes up, the younger one will be handed over to him."

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn and it was almost time to go to court, An Junchen couldn't help hesitating, so he put it solemnly in the hands of Xiao Changzi, and asked: "Be sure to ask him to open it himself, and tell him that I will come after I go to court." .”

"Small ones are worth it."

Looking nostalgicly at the Zhuxuan Hall where the lights were still off, An Junchen waved his sleeves and left.

Hastily tidied up his appearance, went to the court, and when he listened to the ministers discussing state affairs, An Junchen grinned from the corners of his mouth to the ears, and kept looking down absent-mindedly, but his heart flew to the Zhuxuan Hall, thinking that this Yazhu saw that painting What will it be like.

At the moment of ecstasy, all the ministers who didn't know the bottom were all there. You looked at me, I looked at you, and nodded heavily, convinced of the rumor that the emperor had lost his mind...

Hearing nothing new about the situation, An Junchen waved his hand and announced his retirement.Before all the ministers got up and stood still, his feet were blown away like a wind. When all the ministers raised their heads, there was no one on the dragon chair. Only Eunuch Cao, the manager, held a high-pitched voice, Calling to retreat.

On the way to Zhuxuan Hall, An Junchen was very anxious, not knowing what kind of mood he should use to accept Xi Yazhu's irony without a word of swearing.After all, he was his sweetheart, and when he was criticized, he naturally panicked in his heart, so that he hesitated in front of the Bamboo Profound Hall at the end, turned around a few times with his chest in his arms, and then gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and walked forward.

The clinker bumped into the head-shaking little Changzi head-on, and the little Changzi was so frightened that he bowed his head and apologized after struggling.

Lifting little Changzi up, An Junchen frowned and looked at his gloomy face, and asked, "What's going on, his face is so strange, maybe something happened to Yazhu."

"This..." Little Changzi hesitated, sighed, and met An Junchen's handsome face, "Your Majesty, I'm so bold, you'd better go and see for yourself. The expression on the master's face is not quite right."

With a thump in his heart, An Junchen didn't have time to ask carefully, so he flung his sleeves and stepped into the hall.

As soon as Fang entered, he saw Xi Yazhu with a gloomy face, sitting on the table with one hand propped up, staring at him coldly.