Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 31 Worthy of being Tang Jieyuan
In fact, Chen Ce didn't sleep much that night. It was not until the next day when he heard voices in the courtyard that he fell into a drowsy sleep.

It seems that I will have to reverse my day and night routine from now on, but I don’t know if my body can handle it.

Just endure a few more nights, it should be soon.

Chen Ce could finally sleep peacefully. If there really was an earthquake outside, there would definitely be people making a noise.

The weather was good last night. The ink on the two scrolls spread out on the stone table had dried up and was weighed down with a paperweight.

A scholar who got up early was the first to see it, and he smiled and said to his classmates: "There is a painting over there."

"It must be Tang Jieyuan's!"

Just yesterday they discussed asking Tang Yin to draw a painting for them to appreciate, and Tang Yin agreed to do it in the evening. Nowadays, this group of Confucian scholars who show off their knowledge still pay more attention to their moral character and reputation. Scholars attach great importance to credibility.

Tang Yin said that he would paint at night, and he must not break his promise, otherwise he would be humiliated. Even if he is a great celebrity, he will have to bear the stigma for a while.

"Go over and have a look."

Several scholars walked over and found two scrolls under the paperweight. They were the same pictures of winter snow in Peking, but they had not been signed or stamped yet.

Tang Yin's first-hand painting, which had not yet been stamped, made the group of scholars very excited. They all took it in their hands to admire it. They looked so cautious, as if they were holding not a scroll but precious porcelain that would be broken if they were not careful.

Both winter snow paintings are exquisitely memorized, beautifully composed, and profound in conception.

Because both paintings were about winter snow, the competitive scholars inevitably wanted to compare with each other. There was no need for Tang Yin to ask them to do so; they began to appreciate and compare the paintings on their own.

Both sides were immersed in these two beautiful paintings. The paintings of famous artists always make you feel as if you are there, as if you are already in the winter snow.

In one of the paintings, a scholar is walking alone in the heavy snow, carrying the world on his back. The clear footprints in the snow from behind further highlight the heaviness of the winter snow.

The structure is so simple, but it gives people unlimited space for imagination.

"Good, good, good!"

A reader sighed repeatedly, and tasted the backbone and responsibility of a reader from it. Everyone will have different fantasies after reading it, and it really proves the saying that there are a thousand Hamlets among a thousand readers.

Another winter snow painting is quite peculiar. It does not depict any snowflakes, but both the dark sky and the rustling of fallen leaves in the cold wind indicate that a snowstorm is about to come.

Several little beggars huddled in the corner, with worry and anxiety in their eyes. The restaurants and shop owners on both sides of the street came over to close their windows and doors. The lights were dimming in the house, with red clay stoves and green ant wine.

This painting has many structures and many characters. At first glance, you have no idea what it is trying to express, but when you experience it carefully, it will suddenly become clear!
It has a lot to express, such as indifference to human feelings, the gap between the rich and the poor, powerlessness against natural disasters and so on!

Although there is a lot of content, it does not feel complicated at all. Moreover, the layout and focus allow you to see a few little beggars snuggling together at first glance.

This structural technique is so brilliant... No, it should be said that it is too advanced. I don't know why, you can not only feel the painter's superb skills, but also feel the superb layout and division of the painting.

"Great painting!"

A scholar clapped his hands, took the wine from the scholar next to him and took a gulp. How could such a beautiful painting not be paired with good wine?

"Brother Ma, this is the water I use to brush my teeth."

What the hell!

Poof! Ugh!
The scholar's expression was unpredictable. He looked at him with resentment and said calmly, "It's okay! Just treat it as a good drink!"

Awesome!
The other scholars couldn't help but feel curious. It was just a painting. Was it necessary for Brother Ma to be so anxious?
But when they all looked over, from the initial confusion to the gradual contemplation to the final self-ashamedness, only then could we see what they were thinking at that moment.

They will never be able to draw such a picture in their lifetime! The gap is so huge, it's a dimensionality reduction attack!
"Tang Jieyuan, Tang Jieyuan!"

"If I, Tang Bohu, hadn't been born, the Ming Dynasty would have been in darkness forever!" "As long as Tang Jieyuan takes action, who in the Ming Dynasty would dare to defeat him?!"

Tang Yin got up yawning. He was still drunk and slapped his forehead hard. He drank too much last night.

I had almost drunk all at the brothel, and then I met a slow drinker when I came back, so I drank even more. I still felt a little thirsty when I woke up early in the morning, and only after taking a big gulp of tea did I feel better.

Then I heard people outside saying things like 'If Heaven had not given me Tang Bohu' and 'Who in the Ming Dynasty would dare to paint'.

what's the situation?
Oh, I let it slip last night. The scroll is still outside and I forgot to bring it in.

It seems that he needs to bring the seal. Tang Yin found his seal on the desk and will go out to stamp the painting. With his two characters Tang Yin, it is not too much to sell the painting for ten taels, right?
Tang Yin smiled brightly, with a calm and composed smile on his face. He bowed and said, "Good morning, classmates."

"Brother Tang is out."

"Tang Jieyuan is out."

Tang Yin was famous not only in Suzhou Prefecture, but also in the capital. Few people in the two capitals and thirteen provinces did not know Tang Yin's name.

"Brother Tang, this painting of yours... is truly from the hand of a banished immortal!"

"Immortal, touch my head and accept your painting skills."

"Brother Tang... Hey! Tell me, why did you paint this picture? How can we dare to paint in front of you in the future?"

Tang Yin said with a smile on his face: "Don't be so exaggerated, it's just a casual drawing."

Whatever?

Why does it look so casual? Do you know how many people's dreams of painting have been shattered with this stroke of yours, my brother Tang!

"Brother Tang, please stop talking. My teeth are sore."

"I feel the same way."

Several Confucian scholars carefully brought the scroll to Tang Yin and said, "Brother Tang, come and put your seal on it."

Tang Yin placed his hands in his arms, and then suddenly froze in place, staring blankly at the painting they brought.

This is not a painting by me.

He looked towards the stone table not far away. The painting that no one cared about was from his hand.

Seeing that Tang Yin had his hands in his arms and had not taken out the seal for a long time, a scholar smiled and asked, "Brother Tang, which one are you looking at?"

"Haha, that one is a little bit inferior, but it is still considered a top-quality piece."

"Compared to this one, that one is not even worthy of being on the table."

Every sentence, every word was like a sharp blade, constantly piercing into Tang Yin's proud, wild and fluttering heart.

His heart was beating fast and his face was twitching. That one was mine, whose was this one?

Tang Yin swallowed his saliva. Could it be that he was the one who said he didn't understand painting?
Tang Yin stared blankly at the scene in front of him. As he looked closely, the light on his face gradually disappeared. It was a kind of dejection after being crushed. His pride and self-esteem were crushed to pieces at this moment.

The most amazing thing is that he also gave the other party one or two ounces of silver...

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