Chapter 513 [Arrival of the Grassland Valkyrie]
The closer people were to the Yan Dynasty, the more they couldn't help but curiously look over to see what this grassland Khan had painted.
However, after seeing the black and smeared scribbles on Yan Chaoyue's rice paper, they were shocked, and then they all looked like they were watching a show.
This Khan of the grassland is so confident. He has no painting skills at all, but he dares to show off in front of everyone. Even a three-year-old child with some talent in Dasheng is better than him.
The people of the grassland are really vulgar.
Look at the iron-eating beast again, it has already drawn a sweet-scented osmanthus tree!
"Wow, this osmanthus flower, with just a few strokes, looks so lifelike, as if it were actually blooming on paper!"
"A mesozoic beast has such high attainments in painting! The literary atmosphere of our Dasheng is so rich! Even the mesozoic beast has been influenced by it!"
Panda, who was painting, heard these people praising him so much, and even praising the emperor, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He proudly sent a message to Yan Chaoyue: [See? They're all praising me!]
@Yan Chaoyue: Humph, they're just treating you like a monkey! When my wife comes, she'll be the center of attention!
While the bear and the man were arguing, both paintings were completed. The eunuch first showed the cassia twig painting by Panda, and then another eunuch came to Yan Chaoyue, unfolded his coal ball ghost painting and placed it next to Panda's painting.
The comparison between the two paintings is extremely tragic, and the difference is immediately apparent. Just by looking at it, the painting that looks like a ghost's scribbles is more like it was drawn by an animal.
Everyone in the banquet hall was whispering, and some had mocking expressions on their faces. Emperor Qingning was very satisfied with the result. Civilized people could be distinguished from barbarians.
Emperor Qingning even specially called in a painter to comment on the painting of the iron-eating beast.
"Painter, these two paintings are of the grassland envoys and this iron-eating beast. Please comment on them one by one."
Emperor Qingning deliberately did not say which painting was painted by the iron-eating beast.
The painter carefully examined the cassia twig painting and commented on it with witty remarks: "This cassia twig painting not only captures the charm of autumn osmanthus, but also is full of vitality. Every stroke and every stroke reveals the painter's insight and love for the beauty of flowers."
The painter was a new painter brought from the palace gallery. He knew nothing about the current situation and subconsciously thought that the realistic cassia twig painting was painted by the Khan of the grassland.
"The vigor of the cassia twigs and the tenderness of the osmanthus flowers complement each other beautifully. This kind of vigor can only be captured by a warrior born on the grasslands like Khan! I never thought Khan was not only skilled in horseback riding and archery, but also gifted in painting!"
When everyone heard the painter's words, they covered their mouths and laughed secretly. The two envoys from the grassland delegation looked flushed.
The artist's gaze shifted to another cryptic painting. "As for this one... uh... it's all lumpy and looks like dark clouds. But the fact that the iron-eating beast can grasp a brush and scribble on paper is already an astonishing miracle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that many people's smiles had grown from ear to ear.
"How could you, a painter, be so inconsiderate? You actually commented on the paintings of the Khan of the Grassland like that! You treat the Khan's paintings as if they were painted by an animal?"
Emperor Qingning pretended to be angry and said, "You are being disrespectful to our guests who have come from afar!"
"Come here, take this painter away and give him ten lashes to make amends to the Khan!"
The cannon fodder painter only then realized that he had made a mistake. When he heard that he was going to be beaten with a slate, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately for mercy: "Your Majesty, please spare me, Your Majesty, please spare me. I did not mean to offend the Khan. I spoke too quickly. Your Majesty, please spare me, Khan, please spare me."
Jiang Lili, Xin Che and others saw that the cannon fodder fossil had been shaking like a sieve, with his lips tightly pursed. The painter looked thin, and ten blows were enough to make him paralyzed on one side.
And it was extremely cruel that he sacrificed half his life just for Emperor Qingning to belittle the Khan in public and to gain a sense of existence.
Emperor Qingning originally thought that the hot-tempered Khan of the grassland would also be upset by this painter's painting, but he didn't expect Yan Chaoyue to say at this time: "Emperor, I'm not angry yet, why do you look even angrier than me? If you don't know, you would think this painter did something to you."
"Isn't it just that I recognized the wrong painting? You're too petty to deal with it like this."
Yan Chaoyue smiled nonchalantly and said to the painter, "I am a rough man. Compared to a few comments on your paintings, I still think that your physical health is more important. I heard that painters have to sit for a long time while painting. If you get beaten with a stick, how can you paint in the future?"
"Go down and rest. If there's a chance, I'll ask you for your painting skills. I can't let such a good teacher go to waste like this."
[@江麗麗: Mr. Yan, you are the most handsome in my heart right now!]
@Hou Xiaoxiao: That little artist looks at you like a savior. Congratulations on gaining a little fanboy.
@Xue Wei: This Emperor Qingning is using all his tricks on the common people.
The painter heard that the rumored violent and barbaric Khan of the grasslands had not yet pursued him, and had even offered to spare him a beating. Furthermore, he had been asked to consult him if he had the chance, which meant that his job as an artist and his life were both saved.
For a moment, he felt that there was a holy light on the Khan's head. Compared with the despair he felt when Emperor Qingning was furious just now, he really felt at this moment that this grassland Khan was many times nobler than the one above.
For a moment he couldn't tell whose citizen he was.
The painter retreated tumbling and crawling.
The smile on Emperor Qingning's face also disappeared. The Khan of the grassland seemed petty by doing this. As expected, after lying dormant for three years, he had become different.
He persisted, pointing at the grotesque painting and saying, "Khan, what is this? It's truly baffling! Could you please show us your painting?"
"OK!"
Yan Chaoyue smiled heartily, stood up, took his painting from the eunuch, and walked to Emperor Qingning. "To be honest, I'm not very good at painting, but there's an idiom in the Central Plains called 'throwing a brick to attract jade.'"
"Our grassland envoys have come this time and have also prepared a performance for Dasheng."
"And my painting is the stepping stone."
Emperor Qingning heard from Zhou Jushan that the grassland envoys brought a woman with them when they entered the palace today, and they were probably here to perform.
Emperor Qingning sneered. After all, if this joke of mistaking a painting for something else were to get out, it would be enough to make the people of the world laugh for a long time. "Well, welcome!"
Zhou Jushan shouted at the top of his voice: "The envoy from Xuancao is performing!"
Not long after, a woman in maroon Hanfu entered the banquet hall. Emperor Qingning was about to go to see what the woman looked like when Yan Chaoyue suddenly threw the painting in his hand into the air, blocking Emperor Qingning's view.
The next moment, the woman grabbed the chopsticks from the guest table closest to her and threw them towards the flying scroll!
With a "dong" sound, the scroll was nailed to the wall behind Emperor Qingning by chopsticks, which shows how deep this person's internal strength is.
At this time, everyone in the audience could see the graffiti on the scroll clearly.
When you look at Yan Chaoyue's scribbles vertically, you can't tell what they are. It's just a mess of graffiti.
At this time, the painting was nailed horizontally to the wall with two chopsticks. Everyone saw the content on it clearly, and found that it was the word "idiot" made up of black ink blobs!
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