Chapter 486 Driving Away Yuchi Yiseng

"Are you ever going to stop?"

Yuchi Yiseng angrily said, "I still have several paintings to paint, can you please stop making such a fuss?"

Um?

You, a mere artist, dare to criticize our Wei family?

"Alright..."

Wei Shuyu waved his hand: "Our family doesn't need you to paint. Please, Master Yuchi, leave now."

"What did you say?"

Yuchi Yiseng seemed to think he had misheard.

This is something that will go down in history, and you don't want me to paint it?

"Master Yuchi, please come in," Wei Shuyu invited, gesturing towards the door.

"Shuyu, what are you doing?" Wei Zheng scolded.

"Dad, let me draw it for you!"

"..."

You draw it?

I might as well just draw myself.

Wei Zheng muttered a complaint to himself.

"Minister Wei, what exactly does your Duke Zheng's mansion mean by this?"

"I came here by imperial decree to paint. Is this how you treat your guests?"

"Just say you don't need me to paint, it's a waste of my time!"

Yuchi Yiseng was furious.

When I go to other people's homes to paint, I am always treated to good food and drink.

Like Changsun Wuji, he even gave him a large sum of money!

Your Wei family has no money, that's for sure.

You dare to kick me out?

“Please don’t be offended, Yuchi. My son is young and doesn’t know his place,” Wei Zheng quickly stepped forward to dissuade him.

Then he scolded Wei Shuyu, "Apologize to Master Yuchi now!"

"father……"

Wei Shuyu was about to speak.

Yuchi Yiseng spoke first...

"No."

Yuchi Yiseng waved his hand and said, "Minister Wei, just tell me if you're still going to finish this painting or not. If not, I'm leaving right now!"

Yuchi Yiseng was not afraid of Wei Zheng at all.

He was a native of Khotan and a nobleman of Khotan.

Apart from Li Shimin, he had no need to curry favor with anyone in Chang'an!

"You can go now..."

Wei Shuyu urged again, "My father doesn't need someone with poor painting skills to paint."

"You bastard!"

Yuchi Yiseng was completely enraged.

You can scold him, or you can drive him away.

But we must never ruin his reputation.

“Wei Shuyu, I know you.”

Yu Chi Yiseng said coldly, "Don't think you can act lawlessly just because you have some achievements. Do you even know anything about painting, you little brat?"

Wei Shuyu responded with a cold laugh.

"Whether I understand painting or not is none of your business..."

"Anyway, I know your drawing skills aren't that great!"

Wei Shuyu snatched the drawing paper from the proposal: "My father has thick lips and a thin face, and cold eyes."

"What the hell is this drawing?"

"Not only is the outline larger, but the eyes also convey compassion and kindness..."

Um?

Upon hearing this, Wei Zheng took the drawing paper and glanced at it.

It's not as exaggerated as Maitreya Buddha.

But after watching it for a long time, I always get a strange feeling.

"Duke Zheng takes the people of the world as his own responsibility. What's wrong with his eyes showing compassion? Have I misunderstood?" Yuchi Yiseng's eyes flickered, revealing his guilty conscience.

"presumptuous!"

Wei Shuyu couldn't stand it anymore: "You don't even know my father's temperament, yet you dare to paint without permission!"

"My father spends all his time giving advice in the palace..."

"They have all kinds of looks, but never any compassion!"

"besides……"

Even if you don't understand my father's temperament.

"Can you learn by copying the painting?"

“My dad sat there motionless for so long, didn’t you see the look in his eyes?”

"You even dare to order my father around in a stern tone..."

"how?"

"Do you think my Duke Zheng's mansion is easy to bully?"

Yuchi Yiseng's expression changed drastically.

indeed.

Hearing that Wei Zheng was unbeatable at arguing, he decided to test this famous troll.

As a result, Wei Zheng's constant forbearance emboldened Wei Zheng to take advantage of him.

"Nonsense!"

Yuchi Yiseng ignored Wei Shuyu and turned to Wei Zheng: "Wei Zheng, is this how you teach your son?"

Wei Zheng's expression remained unchanged.

He slung the drawing paper behind his back, his eyes gradually turning cold: "How I teach my son is none of your business!"

"And remember who you are..."

"Age-wise, you are younger than me."

"In terms of rank, you are inferior to me."

"By country..."

"Even your king wouldn't dare speak to me like that. Who gave you the audacity to act so arrogantly in the Duke of Zheng's mansion?"

Wei Zheng spoke coldly.

Do I need to choose between painting and my son?

Of course, I'd choose the son!

Most importantly...

The other person's painting was really bad.

Perhaps Yuchi Yiseng's father was a skilled painter.

However, Yuchi Yiseng at present has clearly not yet reached that level of painting skill.

"Wei Zheng, have you thought this through?"

"Don't even think about making me paint again after I'm gone!"

Yuchi Yiseng remained arrogant.

Looking across the entire Central Plains, apart from Gu Kaizhi, there really aren't many other painters who are truly outstanding.

"It's alright."

Wei Zheng's face turned cold: "My achievements will be judged by the people of the world."

Even without the portrait...

"I am still among the twenty-four meritorious officials of the Lingyan Pavilion!"

With that, Wei Zheng shouted, "Old Wu, see the guests out!"

"etc……"

Just then, Wei Shuyu suddenly shouted to stop them.

He walked to the side, picked up a broom, and handed it to Old Wu: "Uncle Wu, beat them out!"

"Okay."

Old Wu excitedly accepted it.

"You...you all."

Yuchi Yiseng pointed at the group, his face flushed.

Bang!

Old Wu slammed a broom into the other man's arm without any mercy: "Who told you to point at my master and young master? Get out of here now."

"You bastard!"

Yuchi Yiseng shouted loudly.

Still dare to be stubborn, huh?

Old Wu picked up the broom and started hitting, aiming straight for the face!

"Wei Zheng, Wei Shuyu..."

"I will definitely go before His Majesty and file a complaint against you."

The main entrance.

Yuchi Yiseng roared loudly, causing passersby to murmur amongst themselves.

"Who is this person? He was kicked out by the Duke of Zheng."

"The Duke of Zheng's mansion is so angry, this guy must be either a corrupt official or a scoundrel."

"Are you blind? He doesn't look like a citizen of the Tang Dynasty. He's definitely not a good person."

Hearing the murmurs of the people, Yuchi Yiseng blushed.

Bang.

Just then, Old Wu threw out his tools again.

Inside the Wei residence.

"father……"

Wei Shuyu smiled broadly.

Old Wei is still very capable.

"Don't call me dad!"

Wei Zheng was extremely distressed: "My portrait that will be remembered throughout history is gone!"

The drawing is not good.

Can't we just talk this out properly?

After all, it's a portrait that will be remembered for all time.

Everyone else has it, but I don't...

Just thinking about it makes my kidneys hurt.

“It’s alright, Dad, I’ll draw it for you,” Wei Shuyu said with a smile.

snort.

Wei Zheng snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"On duty!"

"No, please."

Wei Shuyu pulled Wei Zheng aside: "Now that Yuchi Yiseng has gone to the palace to complain, wouldn't it be unpleasant to see him?"

Wei Zheng agreed.

Given my status, it would be beneath me to argue with a young artist.

Then I went back to my seat and sat down...

"You have half an hour. If you can't fix this, you're in for a beating!"

"Okay."

Wei Shuyu agreed and left the hall.

When he returned, he had a handful of charcoal in his hand.

And in the seat of honor...

Wei Zheng sipped his tea, with the gleaming rattan cane still on the table.

"What are you going to do with the charcoal?" Wei Zheng frowned.

"Dad, these are the tools used for painting."

"While brush paintings are beautiful, they are still just brushes!"

"The paintings produced have spirit, but they are slightly inferior in form."

"Charcoal is different...it can be precise down to every little detail!"

Wei Shuyu explained with a smile.

In the past, when he was on missions, he often sketched out the characteristics of criminals.

Over time, he also developed a certain level of skill in charcoal drawing.

"Whatever you want."

Wei Zheng picked up a book and read: "Anyway, if you can't draw it, you can expect to be whipped."

Wei Shuyu did not hesitate.

Get into position and start painting...

Wei Zheng didn't expect his son to be able to make any decent paintings.

He started reading the book on his own.

This expression, in fact, seems more natural than before.