"I am afraid that except for Mr. Zhen, there is no second person in the world to think about the technique of perspective and three-dimensional expression, especially the three-color principle, although Yan knows some, but he is not as thoroughly studied by Mr. Zhen, no wonder Mr. can paint such lifelike paintings."

Zhen Ming said bitterly and ashamed, he didn't have this ability, these are all art systems that have only existed for hundreds of years on the basis of scientific research after the Western Renaissance in the thirteenth century, the perfect combination of science and perceptual art, Yan Liben would be strange if he was not surprised, but if he knew that the visual art developed on the basis of graphic science has become the most profitable form of artistic expression in the twenty-first century, I am afraid that his jaw will fall to the ground in amazement.

He smiled and asked, "With the foundation of Yan Gongzi, how long will it take to master these techniques and paint an oil painting of the same level?" ”

"If you go all out, you should be able to master the skills in a month."

Zhen Ming smiled with satisfaction and said, "The old man wants to make a deal with Yan Gongzi, I wonder if Yan Gongzi is interested?" ”

Yan Liben couldn't figure out Zhen Mingku's intentions at all, but after seeing these materials, he knew that there was an old gentleman in front of him who was quite accomplished in art, and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhen, please speak." ”

"The old man sent these painting materials and technique teaching materials to Yan Gongzi, but there is one condition, that is, after the skill is completed, Yan Gongzi must help the old man complete ten beautiful works, I don't know what Yan Gongzi wants?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Yan Liben's eyes, and there was doubt on his face: "With Mr. Zhen's talent, why bother asking Yan for help?" ”

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly: "It's not a secret, the old man has a nickname called eight inches, and the painting can only be painted at most eight inches, if you want to paint the painting larger, you can't do anything, so you have to ask Yan Gongzi for help." ”

"Such a strange thing?" It was the first time Yan Liben had heard of this kind of thing, and his face was incredible.

Zhen Mingku didn't explain much, took out a photo of Zhang's family that had been prepared from his arms, and handed it to him: "If Yan Gongzi agrees, we will make a verbal agreement, and a month later, you will send this small painting to the eldest grandson's clothing and accessories store and give it to the eldest grandson Belle, if she is satisfied, our agreement will take effect, I don't know what Yan Gongzi wants?" ”

Yan Liben turned out to be the photo that Zhen handed him hard, a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he looked down at the stack of thick materials in his hand, for him, these things were a hundred times more precious than gold, and finally gritted his teeth, nodded and said: "Yan will go home and study behind closed doors, and after a month, Yan will deliver the painting according to the agreement, time is precious, Yan will leave." ”

Zhen Ming stood up with a wry smile, "The old man sent Yan Gongzi." ”

……

Seeing Yan Liben away, Zhen Mingku, who was about to return to the Laurel Tower, accidentally saw a building ship docked next to the dock, which was the one of the Red Plum Fairy, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Since the last time he saved the lives of the Red Plum Fairy and her sweetheart, the Red Plum Fairy has come to Zhang from time to time, and each time the two of them are locked in the room for half a day, and they don't know what they are talking about.

Zhang's person has always been harmless to humans and animals, and she is naturally optimistic, in her eyes, there are no bad people in this world at all, and she belongs to the type that is sold and still helps people to make money.

He instilled in her the idea that it was indispensable to defend herself at every opportunity, but unfortunately she never took these words seriously, and whenever he talked about the sinister ways of the world, she always looked like the sky was falling and he helped her bear it.

"Isn't there a minister?"

Her natural look and tone brought her willfulness into full play.

"Xianggong is not omnipotent."

"I don't care, someone is already married to you, and you have to be responsible."

Every time I hear her words, Zhen Mingku is always used and helpless: "Can you be a little independent?" Where did the self-reliant tofu Shih Tzu go? ”

"I finally married Xianggong, I have Xianggong's pain, I don't want to be alone anymore, I don't want to be independent, besides, what do women want to be independent and individual? And you don't have to lead troops to fight and make meritorious contributions. ”

She could talk to him for a day until he was speechless, his logic was confused, and he had a nervous breakdown.

All of her cleverness was spent on arguing with him.

Just thinking about it, Zhao Yan walked down from the upstairs and passed by him, she nodded slightly to him, accompanied by two maids, out of the gate of the Laurel Tower, Zhen Mingku found that her eyes were red, and she seemed to have just cried.

……

After the Red Plum Fairy left, Zhen Mingqiu entered Zhang's room, and when he saw a scene in the room, he almost didn't laugh out loud.

At this time, Zhang was lying on the side of the bed, his head and upper body were buried under the bed, his round and upright buttocks were exposed, pouting high, swinging left and right with her movements, showing a perfect heart shape.

It must be admitted that every move of this Nizi can tempt him to want to commit a crime against her.

Of course he knew what was under the bed, it was where she hid her private money, and there was a small iron box inside, which was the body she had accumulated in the Hongxing Courtyard in the past three years.

He walked lightly, walked up to her, and reached out and touched her buttocks.

Zhang shivered, and her coquettishness came from under the bed: "Villain, come in and take out my box, it's too heavy, people can't drag it." ”

Finally dragged the box out from under the bed, Zhang was already tired and sweaty, and there were a few black black marks on his snow-white face.

Zhen Mingku stretched out his hand to help her wipe it off, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have hidden a lot of good goods, lady, and this box is at least more than 100 catties." ”

Zhang's face was proud: "Of course, this is the money that people have worked hard to save over the years." ”

As he spoke, he opened the box, carefully checked the dozens of ingots of gold and silver of different sizes, and watched her count them twice, he asked with a smile, "How many?" ”

"A little more than two thousand taels."

"That's good, three years is 2,000 taels, 30 years is 20,000 taels, 60 years is 40,000 taels, lady, congratulations, when you are eighty years old, you can regain your freedom."

Zhang laughed and trembled.

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly, his voice changed, and there was a hint of curiosity on his face: "You take out the private money now, do you want to redeem half of your buttocks first?" ”

Zhang was amused by his vulgar teasing and blushed, stared at him fiercely for a while, suddenly smiled sweetly, walked to his side, hugged his waist, and squeezed out the snow-white seductive hemisphere against his chest, moving, she raised her head and looked up at him, her eyes were like water, and her voice could ooze honey: "Xianggong, people want to discuss something with you." ”