Facing this painting again this time, the participants in the cultural meeting no longer had a trace of contempt, only awe that went deep into the bone marrow.Every line is full of artistic conception in their eyes, which can be described as a masterpiece unparalleled in the world.
——After all, I have personally experienced, witnessed, and heard the rhythm of every pen and ink.
Everyone in the Juxian Building was still watching the masterpiece in full swing. Mi August had already returned to the temple residence to accompany Mi Feixue to complete the final finishing of the portrait painting, looking at the finished product Mi Feixue painted for herself.
It combines the style of sketching and ink dyeing.
If the painting in Juxian Building is also of this style level, it will definitely be greatly appreciated by the literati and inkers, and the name of a prodigy will also be spread out.
But Mi August knew Mi Feixue, and that [Juxian Wenhui] was indeed a work that Mi Feixue took seriously. The reason why it was painted like that……
Maybe everyone in the eyes of the little guy is so ‘abstract’?
Whether it is a simple and true perspective of the world, or the perspective of her spiritual world.
Mi August glanced at Mi Feixue’s eyes.
The memory of sharing Mi Feixue’s perspective through [Empathy] is still fresh.
Late at night.
The second floor of Juxian Building is still brightly lit.
“…Rorschach.”
The last participant of the daytime literary meeting was identified and rescued, and the doctors who had already prepared were emergency treatment for the half-dead scholars.
At this moment, everyone was really relieved, especially those of Wen’an Hou who had lived in the imperial city for a long time and experienced strange things for the first time. The feelings were really endless.
“Prince, what should I do with this painting?”Zhuang Yan asked for advice.
Yi Zhen saw the murderous aura in his eyes, “Do you want to destroy it?””
Zhuang Yan said: “These harmful things…”
“Uhhhhhhhhh!”Zhuang Yu went to cover his brother’s mouth, but only interrupted Zhuang Yan’s words, and his hand was blocked by the agile Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan turned his head in displeasure, and saw Zhuang Yu’s face tense and frightened.
The next second I remembered the reason why my younger brother suffered this disaster during the day, and I understood why my younger brother was so nervous.
By the way, this is the work of Si Yefu. He said that this is a harmful thing and a destructive heart. If you annoy the other party again, the consequences will be unimaginable.
It’s just that this painting is weird and terrifying, and it almost killed dozens of people. How can it be left alone?
Zhuang Yan still prefers to destroy this painting.