Everyone in the Juxian Tower was still viewing the masterpiece in full swing. Mi August had already returned to the temple residence to accompany Mi Feixue to complete the final touches on the portrait painting, looking at the finished product that Mi Feixue had painted for her.
Combines the style of drawing and ink dyeing.
If the painting in Juxian Building is of this style, it will definitely receive great praise from many literati, and the name of the prodigy will also spread.
But Mi August knew Mi Feixue, and that painting [Juxian Wenhui] was indeed a work that Mi Feixue took seriously. The reason why it was painted like that...
Maybe the little guy Is everyone so 'abstract' in your eyes?
Whether it is a purely real perspective of the present world, or a perspective of her spiritual world.
Mi August glanced into Mi Feixue's eyes.
The memory of sharing Mi Feixue’s perspective through [sympathy] is still fresh in my memory.
Late night.
The second floor of Juxian Building is still brightly lit.
"...Rorschach."
On the last day of the day, the participants of the Literary Society were identified and rescued, and the doctors who were already prepared gave emergency treatment to the half-dead scholar.
At this moment, everyone was really relieved, especially those of Marquis Wen'an who had lived in the Imperial City for a long time and experienced strange things for the first time. Their feelings were really hard to describe.
"Prince, what should I do with this painting?" Zhuang Yan asked for instructions.
Yi Zhen saw the murderous look in his eyes, "You want to destroy it?"
Zhuang Yan said: "Such a harmful thing..."
"Uh-huh!" Zhuang Yu went to cover his brother's mouth, but only interrupted Zhuang Yan's words, and his hand was caught by the agile Zhuang Yan Agility to block.
Zhuang Yan turned his head displeased and saw Zhuang Yu looking nervous and frightened.
The next second I remembered the reason why my brother suffered this disaster during the day, I understood why my brother was so nervous.
By the way, this is the work of the man from Si Yefu. He said that it is a harmful thing and he has the intention of destroying it. If he offends the other party again, the consequences will be disastrous
It's just that this painting is weird and terrifying, and it almost killed dozens of people. How can we let it go?
Zhuang Yan still prefers to destroy this painting.
At this time, Yi Zhen said: "You can try."
"Hmm!" Zhuang Yu stared.
The prince is trying to kill his brother!
Yi Zhen glanced at him coldly.
Unlike Zhuang Yu, who had been pretending to be idle in the imperial city for more than two years, Yi Zhen, who had experienced the battlefield, was no longer what he used to be. At first, Zhuang Yu could stand in front of Yi Zhen because of his status and could talk to Yi Zhen, but now the two of them don't have much interaction.
Yi Zhen's eyes showed the sharpness honed on the battlefield, which made Zhuang Yu's hair stand on end. He was so frightened that he lowered his head.
Zhuang Yan heard that Yi Zhen had no intention of framing him. After thinking about it, he took out his sword and slashed at the drawing paper on the table.
The drawing paper was not damaged at all, but the edge of the tabletop that was not covered by the drawing paper was deeply scarred by the sword. This shows that there is no problem with Zhuang Yan's sword.
People who had never seen such a scene took in their breath.
Zhuang Yan's eyes flashed, he turned around and took an oil lamp and poured it directly on the painting.
The oil fire is absorbed by the drawing paper, and the drawing paper is as clean as ever.
Some people are amazed by this scene, and some are frightened by this scene.
Rorschach trembled, "What will happen if we are still inside."
These words evoke the memories of all those who have experienced the world in the painting.
The earthquake that can shake people, the shadow that blocks the sky, the strong wind that strangles everything...
After they came out, they learned that the so-called earthquake was just being photographed. He stopped the vibration caused by the table next to the painting.
Now that the young general of Fu State is chopping and burning, the world in the painting is nothing more than a mountain of swords and a sea of fire!
Just thinking about it is scary.
At this time, Zhuang Yan also stopped continuing the experiment.
He understood what Yi Zhen meant - this thing is something very human can destroy.
The so-called skill is offensive.
Weird and strange things should be solved by professionals in charge of this aspect. "Don't touch this painting while it's here. Just wait until Si Ye Mansion sends someone to deal with it." Sure enough, Yi Zhen spoke up.
Others had no objections, but the shopkeeper of Juxian Tower wanted to cry but had no tears.
With this strange man-eating painting here, how dare they open their doors and do business!
As for asking them to refute Yi Zhen, they naturally did not dare.
At this time, Yi Zhen ordered people to ask the shopkeeper and waiter and other idle people to leave first, and then ordered everyone to apologize for offending Mi Feixue.
Lu Su and the others have been frightened by the painting [Juxian Literary Society], how could they refuse to agree.
Even if Yi Zhen didn't mention it, they would find a way to make amends to avoid Mi Feixue's revenge.
It’s okay to just apologize. The problem is how to send this gift. The apology can only be done when you can see the other party.
Mi Feixue's current status is even better than that of Yi Zhen, and whatever she takes out of her body is a treasure that is rare for ordinary people to see. They looked through it in their minds and found that all the rare things they owned were nothing in front of Mi Feixue.
Furthermore, the place where the two of them live is the center of the Night Tour Temple. That is to say, members of the royal family like Yi Zhen have to visit and ask for permission before they can meet. Others may not even be qualified to ask for permission.
In the end, it was Yi Zhen who came forward to ask for a meeting.
Everyone was deeply moved by Yi Zhen's responsible behavior.
Especially those people with lofty ideals from all over the world praised the future monarch of Yi State for being so lucky to the whole country.
Yi Zhen collected all this admiration calmly. Only he knows whether he is doing this wholeheartedly for the sake of these people.
——It is not easy to meet Mi August and Mi Feixue. This accident in Juxian Tower is a trouble but also an opportunity.
——The opportunity to contact Mi August and the others is also an opportunity to show off oneself.
...
Enter the courtyard again and see the two people.
Yizhen explained his intention.
Mi August said: "Everyone was rescued?"
Yi Zhen nodded, "Thanks for your guidance."
Mi August looked at Mi Feixue, "Baby, do you want to hear their apology?"
Mi Feixue shook her head.
Compared with Yi Zhen saying that the people who criticized her poor painting came and wanted to apologize to her, she was more curious about what August said about saving people.
Who to save?
Mi August saw her doubts and did not rush to explain. He said to Yi Zhen: "Since they are all out, it means that they have a certain ability to appreciate the essence of paintings. Let them each write one. Reflections on the painting "Juxian Wenhui"
Yi Zhen agreed, "I will deliver it to you tomorrow."
He then said to Mi Feixue, "Please don't blame me, young master."
Mi Feixue nodded indifferently. , staring at Yi Zhen with a fierce look.
Apologies, but not blame.
Obviously she doesn’t care about those people.
What if he keeps saying this and makes August think that the baby is very small-minded.
Looking at each other.
Yi Zhen sensed Mi Feixue’s dissatisfaction with him at the first moment, but Yi Zhen, even with his 800-minded mind, could not figure out what Mi Feixue was dissatisfied with. Having made the wrong plan, he stood up and left.
Not long after, everyone waiting outside learned the content of the apology from the returned Yi Zhen.
That night, a group of people stayed up until dawn just to write the best review in their lives.