Chapter 60: The calamity is heavy but it’s too late, Jiang Tong has already seen it…

Su Guanqing was extremely anxious and didn't care about anything else. He tore off the cloth from his eyes.

The painting had been spread out on the red table by Jiang Tong. Su Guanqing only took one look at it, and his face instantly turned pale.

According to the eunuch, this "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" depicts eighty-seven immortals, but now, nearly two-thirds of the entire painting has been erased with thick ink!

Dozens of gods are pitch black!

"I'm just a restorer, not Wu Daozi. He's not testing my ability to restore a painting, he's testing my magic tricks."

For the restorer, joining the brushstrokes only means reconnecting the broken brushstrokes in the painting; it does not mean that she can create an authentic work out of thin air.

Two-thirds of the picture is missing, which would be impossible unless she were Wu Daozi alive.

Jiang Tong stood up, took the piece of brocade from Su Guanqing's hand, and put it on him. "The doctor said that you are only allowed to use your eyes for the duration of one stick of incense during the daylight hours. Today is almost the end of that time. You are not allowed to use your eyes anymore."

Su Guanqing grabbed her wrist and stared at her intently: "Tongtong, how about I try to fill in the missing parts?"

Jiang Tong smiled bitterly. "I know you're good at Wu Daozi's painting style, but you haven't painted in so long that your hands are inevitably rusty. A few strokes to scare people off is fine, but painting so many gods is bound to make you look awkward."

"I can practice!" Su Guanqing's eyes were a little red, and he gripped her wrist even tighter.

"He only gave me ten days. How can ten days make up for the years you lost? Besides, how can you make up for it? Have you ever seen the original paintings? Do you know what those gods originally looked like, what they wore, and how they performed their movements?"

Su Guanqing was speechless and let go of his hand dejectedly.

"Besides, the doctor said that you are not allowed to overuse your eyes. I will figure out a way to deal with this matter myself, don't worry about it." Jiang Tong gently blindfolded him.

The thin strip of cloth couldn't hide his furrowed brows: "What are you going to do?"

"I can also imitate Wu Daozi's brushwork." Jiang Tong said.

However, the restored joint is not original after all. As Jiang Tong said, neither she nor Su Guanqing knew what the missing part was, so she could only figure it out and design it on her own.

The painting is called "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll", which means that she has to add more than fifty immortals of different shapes by herself.

Jiang Tong can proudly say that if there is a missing piece of Dangfeng Wu belt in the original painting, she can fill it in seamlessly. Even if Wu Daozi himself came, he would not be able to find the place she filled in.

But asking her to create more than fifty completely original images of gods and immortals in the style of Wu Daozi, with various variations and well-arranged arrangements, is simply asking too much.

After Jiang Tong dug out the blackened areas of the scroll, filled them with clean paper, and filled them with full color, he painted on the draft for two more days, but finally decided not to continue the painting.

After all, in calligraphy and painting restoration, connecting the brushstrokes is not necessary. If you are not confident enough, it is better to leave it blank than to fill it in randomly.

Jiang Tong collapsed in the chair somewhat helplessly. There were only two days left. Now, let alone the reincarnation of Daozi, even if Wu Daozi himself came, he would not be able to draw more than fifty gods in two days.

Anyway, the emperor just wants to kill her, and she can't escape no matter what. So let it be. She might as well get a good night's sleep and wait for death in the next two days.

She had adjusted her mentality, but Zhong Wanci started crying with her again.

It turned out that when the father-in-law came, Jiang Huaishan knew that his daughter might not be able to escape this disaster. He couldn't help but get angry and his condition became even worse.

Jiang Tong was helpless, but fortunately the painting was almost finished. She simply left the last step of installing the sky and earth poles to Zhao Quesheng, and moved to the main house to take care of Jiang Huaishan with Zhong Wanci.

Jiang Tong didn't know that after she left, Zhao Quesheng did not obediently frame the paintings alone, but quietly let Su Guanqing in.

As soon as Su Guanqing came in, he took off the brocade, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes.

Zhao Quesheng did not show any surprise, but cooperated with his master tacitly, one grinding the ink and releasing the air, while the other held the brush and swept it.

The master and his apprentice didn't even bother to eat. When they were hungry, they would just eat the steamed buns that Feng Fuliu brought them.

That night, Zhao Quesheng lit a room full of candles to provide light for her master.

"The Scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals" is a line drawing and does not require color, so there is no need to worry about color deviation when painting at night.

Su Guanqing painted day and night, and all night long, and images of gods and immortals that were created by nature flowed out from his brush tip.

There are solemn and dignified immortal officials, glaring generals, majestic emperors, and lively and lovely golden children. They hold vases, pipa, incense burners, and banners...

Each one is elegant and vivid.

They blocked each other, interspersed, staggered, and looked at each other. The marching team seemed to come alive, showing a bustling vitality.

However, Su Guanqing's state was completely different from the peaceful and joyful characters he painted. His eyes were aching terribly, and physiological tears kept flowing down, but he ignored them and let the tears fall on his clothes, while the brush in his hand continued to paint non-stop.

From the day he saw the remaining fragments of "The Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll", he asked Zhao Quesheng to prepare writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone for him, and began to practice and design in his own room. He practiced for eight days and shed tears for eight days.

…

Two days later, after hearing the servant report that the eunuch had come to the house, Jiang Tong went to the study to get the scroll.

She saw Zhao Quesheng standing in the study, so she asked her to take the painting.

However, Zhao Quesheng just stared at her nervously.

Jiang Tong moved his gaze in confusion, and when he saw the painting, he was shocked and walked quickly to the desk.

The painting "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" was spread out on the long table, but the large area of ​​blank space in the picture had long disappeared.

The eighty-seven gods are all lifelike, with fluttering robes, as if they will fly out of the picture in the next second.

The new works and the old paintings blend seamlessly together, and it is impossible to tell which are new additions and which are original.

Jiang Tong understood what happened in an instant, and felt excited, distressed, happy, and angry at the same time.

Her eyes swept over the newly added fairy children, strong men, fairy servants... as if she wanted to imprint them all in her heart.

But she didn't have much time to continue reading, so she let out a breath and rolled up the scroll.

As she stepped out of the door, she glanced at Zhao Quesheng. Just one glance scared the little girl so much that she shuddered and didn't dare to raise her head. She shrank her body and stared at her toes.

"I'll deal with you after I've dealt with your master."

Jiang Tong withdrew his gaze and walked towards the main hall.

The eunuch was also very surprised when he ordered people to unfold the scroll.

He opened his eyes wide and looked back and forth several times, but couldn't find any flaws. He could only take the painting and leave in disappointment.

As soon as he left, Jiang Tong ran towards Su Guanqing's house like the wind.

"Guan Qing!"

Su Guanqing had just laid down. He hadn't had a good rest for ten days and nights, and he really couldn't take it anymore.

However, he was always worried about whether Jiang Tong could complete the task smoothly, and he couldn't fall asleep even when lying in bed.

"Tongtong?" Hearing Jiang Tong's voice, he struggled to sit up. "How is it? What did the father-in-law say?"

Jiang Tong didn't answer him, but reached out and tore off the cloth covering his eyes.

Su Guanqing was not prepared for her to attack him directly, and was suddenly startled. He turned to the inside of the bed as if to cover himself.

However, it was too late. Jiang Tong had already seen his red and swollen eyes.

Jiang Tong was immediately heartbroken and angry. She took a step forward, knelt on the couch with one foot, and used the force to force his shoulders over, but Su Guanqing still turned his head away.

Jiang Tong reached out again and turned his face back, saying anxiously, "Don't move!"

Su Guanqing didn't dare to move and obediently let Jiang Tong check him.

His eyelids were swollen and shiny, and even bags appeared on his eyelids. The originally fair skin around his eyes was also red.

"Open your eyes!" Her voice was tight.

Su Guanqing opened his eyes obediently.

Jiang Tong secretly took a breath, his eyes were full of red bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed.

The skin at the corners of the eyes is a little damaged, probably due to frequent wiping of tears.

Jiang Tong's heart couldn't stop trembling. She reached out her hand, wanting to touch his eyes, but she didn't dare to touch him.

"Does it hurt?"

Su Guanqing covered his eyes with his palms and smiled tiredly: "It doesn't hurt, just a little sore, it's okay, just take a rest and it will be fine."

"I'll take you to see a doctor." Jiang Tong grabbed his wrist.

"Tongtong," Su Guanqing pressed the back of her hand, "I'm so tired, can you let me get some sleep first?"

Jiang Tong's first reaction was to refuse, but when she saw his haggard appearance, her heart softened.

"Go to sleep." She said unhappily.

"Tongtong, I'm sorry, please don't be angry, okay? I promise that I will listen to you in everything from now on and will never act on my own again." Su Guanqing looked very sleepy and could not even open his eyelids, but he still tried hard to calm her down.

Jiang Tong roughly pushed him down and pulled the blanket over him, saying, "Go to sleep! I'll settle the score with you when you wake up!"

…

Su Guanqing slept for a whole day and night. The next morning when Jiang Tong came to see him, he happened to meet Feng Fuliu bringing him breakfast.

"Is he awake?" Jiang Tong asked.

"I'll go and take a look." Feng Fuliu said, put the food tray on the table in the main room, and walked into the bedroom.

Su Guanqing had already heard Jiang Tong's voice and was about to get up, but he had slept for too long and felt weak all over. As soon as he got up, he fell headfirst off the bed.

Feng Fuliu quickly supported him and pushed him back into the bed.

"Okay, okay, don't get up yet. Just sit down and relax. I called you eight hundred times and you didn't wake up. Now that your eldest daughter is here, you have to crawl to get up, right?"

Su Guanqing just smiled at him with a pale face and said nothing.

Jiang Tong came in with a bun and asked Su Guanqing with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

Su Guanqing smiled and nodded: "I'm really a little hungry."

Jiang Tong handed him the bun and said, "Here, it's for you."

Su Guanqing's smile froze slightly: "Put it there, I'll eat it slowly."

"The plate is outside. I have nowhere to put it. You take it first." Jiang Tong still wanted to hand it to him. "Hurry up."

Su Guanqing had no choice but to reach out to take it, but he caught nothing.

Jiang Tong's smile suddenly disappeared, she raised her hand and waved it in front of Su Guanqing.

Su Guanqing did not respond.