Concubine Agent: My lord, stop pretending

Chapter 117 Painting Style, Unprecedented
Ye Jing's son did not immediately turn things around, but he completely turned passive into active.Ye Mohua was supposed to make a decisive move, but because he had to intercept Ye Jing's pieces from time to time, he didn't get the chance to make a move for himself.

"Brother Jing won!" Tianyi cried out suddenly, his face was full of shock and surprise, as if Ye Jing won somehow.

Su Yan was also shocked by Ye Jing's chess skills, and when he kept controlling the attack, she discovered his intention.But she didn't expect Ye Jing to see the chance of winning after so many steps, so how could it be a simple technique?Can a sentence or two of coincidence explain it?

Ye Mohua glanced at Su Yan's expression, dropped the white piece in his hand, and said with a smile, "Why didn't Ah Yin speak? Ah Jing helped you save the defeat!"

Su Yan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lost his mind, smiled and got up, stood beside Ye Jing, and said, "I didn't expect him to be so powerful."

I am afraid that only the three chess players will understand the deep meaning of these words.

Ye Jing's eyes were still fixed on the chessboard, the eyes were complex and difficult to understand, even Ye Mohua who was sitting opposite him couldn't understand.

Ye Mohua picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. After a faint silence, he suddenly turned his attention to Yi Hua and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Hua's painting?"

Although Yi Hua didn't participate in the chess game, he knew a little about the turmoil in the chess situation there.Seeing Ye Mohua ask at this moment, he put down the last touch and replied with a smile: "Okay."

Several people heard the words and went to look at it, and an ink painting suddenly jumped on the paper.Ink and wash paintings will not be very similar, but the charm and artistic conception are the most important.

In the painting, a woman is standing under the pavilion, looking at the green hills in the distance. She has a slim figure and luxurious clothes. Although her face is not very similar to Su Yan, her charm and the atmosphere of the whole painting are quite different. It makes people know at a glance that this painting is definitely from the hands of a master.

Su Yan stretched out his hand to caress the painting, his eyes flashed, he looked at Yi Hua and asked: "Mr. Hua's painting is very good, I like it very much, can you give it to me as a gift?"

Seeing that Su Yu was very satisfied, Yi Hua immediately smiled and said, "My painting is about the princess, if your son doesn't mind."

Su Yu glanced at Ye Mohua, and said before he could speak: "The prince and Mr. are friends, and he must have collected a lot of Mr.'s paintings, so he shouldn't mind."

Yi Hua was slightly taken aback, looking at Ye Mohua, waiting for his attitude.

Su Yan could see that these literati relied on Ye Mohua, if Ye Mohua didn't want them to have a top position in the eyes of the world, they might not have a place in the world's number one building today.

Ye Mohua had a deep smile, staring at Su Yu, smiling blissfully and charmingly: "Ayin really want it so much?"

Su Yu was taken aback, looked at Ye Mohua inexplicably, with a similar smile on his face, and asked without answering: "Who doesn't want to collect the works of the world's number one painter?"

"It doesn't look like it at all, it's so ugly!" Ye Jing snorted suddenly, drawing everyone's attention to it.

Ye Jing looked at the paintings on the table with disgust on her face, as if she really didn't understand why someone would rush for a broken painting.

After Ye Jing finished speaking, the room suddenly became embarrassed, and Su Yu didn't know how to smooth things over.After a moment of silence, Ye Mohua smiled and asked, "Who does Ah Jing think draws better?"

"Me!" Ye Jing patted her chest and said, her expression was full of complacency.

Su Yan was speechless, and tugged at Ye Jing's sleeve.Although his paintings are not bad, how can he compare with the master?

"Then I don't know if I can ask the lord to pick up the pen and let me open my eyes." Yi Hua saluted respectfully and said modestly, without any hint of disdain or contempt.

"Painting master, my lord..."

"Okay!" Ye Jing interrupted Su Yan, walked straight up to the desk, picked up a pen and laid paper, his movements showed a bit of slowness and dullness.

"I'll help you." Su Yan stepped forward, laid out a piece of paper for him, and then ground it for him himself.He wants to paint with great interest, so she can't stop her, besides, everyone knows Ye Jing's specialness, even if the painting is ruined, no one will care about him.

"Thank you, lady!" Ye Jing looked up at Su Yan, and when he lowered his gaze, his eyes were already full of smiles.

Su Yan paused, and subconsciously glanced at Ye Mohua, meeting his gaze.When the two eyes were wrong, Su Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away.

Ye Jing picked up the brush. Compared with Yi Hua's brush, he focused on the detailed outline, with an extremely serious expression, as if he was immersed in the painting scene at the moment.

Half an hour later, Ye Jing put down the last stroke, and a painting was also presented in front of everyone, and the painting was still Su Yan.

The background is full of peach blossoms, and there is a chessboard under a peach tree. A woman in scarlet clothes is sitting beside her, gazing at the chess board with a gentle and calm expression.

Put together with Yi Hua's paintings, one is majestic and lofty, and the other is meticulous, with a demeanor and painting style close to realism.

It's obvious who's worth more.

Su Yan was secretly thinking about how to take that valuable painting back, but Yi Hua suddenly said, "I am proud of my painting skills, and I have seen all kinds of painting styles, but the prince's painting style is Never seen before."

Although Fan Shu is good at calligraphy, he is naturally no stranger to painting.He nodded slightly, and then Yi Hua said, "It's really unusual, and this is the first time I've seen it."

Su Yan was stunned, a strange thought burst out in his mind.What do they both mean?What do you mean you have never seen this style of painting?This is a realistic style of painting, which can often be seen in modern times. Isn't there such a style of painting in ancient times?
Su Yan raised her head and glanced at Ye Jing, that glance contained many meanings, even she herself couldn't tell which one was more important and which one was more important.

Ye Jing suddenly raised her head, met Su Yan's gaze, and smiled proudly.At that moment, she actually felt that his smile was equally profound and indistinguishable.

Ye Mohua looked at the two with a constant smile, coughed lightly, and interrupted the subtle thoughts in Su Yu's mind: "A Jing's realistic painting style is indeed rare, and it is very common if you haven't seen it before. "

"It turned out to be a realistic style, today is an eye-opener!" Yi Hua sighed slightly, looked at Ye Jing, and said respectfully, "I like the work of the prince very much, I wonder if I can give it to you?"

Su Yan's thoughts were withdrawn when Ye Mohua spoke, she looked at Yi Hua, and saw that he didn't seem to be joking, let alone flattering, but sincere admiration.

What are you kidding?His paintings are actually worth money, even the number one painter in the world wants?
It stands to reason that it should be a great honor for the number one painter in the world to have taken a fancy to your paintings, but Ye Jing looked arrogant and self-satisfied, she didn't even look at Yi Hua, waved her hand lightly, and said: "This is I drew it for my wife, but I won’t give it.”

(End of this chapter)