Chu Junlan was stunned when asked, nodded and said, "It's a good painting."

"Don't the painting look like it?" Mao Jiren snorted coldly.

Chu Junlan glanced at the "Taibai Jinxing" on the painting, and then looked at the people around who had stopped painting and looked at her.

I have seen many vivid "realistic" techniques such as character sketching and oil painting. The current figure paintings that focus on "freehand painting" are actually not similar.

But Mao Jiren was obviously already angry. Chu Junlan hesitated for a moment, not wanting to cause trouble, so he had to say helplessly: "Like."

"Since you are like, why do you smile so contemptuously! You clearly look down on my disciple!"

Mao Jiren was furious and stood up angrily, saying dissatisfied: "What I hate most in my life is that people like you who are incapable of being able to laugh at others. As a woman, she is not good at being embroidered in the deep boudoir, but she shows up in public! What qualifications and capital do you have to laugh at? If you have the ability, you can draw a picture! If you can draw better than him, I will give up! Otherwise, don't want the words the emperor said!"

Chu Junlan was simply inexplicable. Could this old man have eaten firecrackers?

"Mr. Mao, the little woman came to pick up the words according to the order." The words were written by the emperor's will, but they were not asked by her, Chu Junlan.

But Mao Jiren had a thorn in his neck, his eyes widened, and his beard was sticking out.

"Even if it is the emperor's will, I have to write the words! You are so contemptuous that you look down on my disciples and look down on me too! You are so arrogant and trembling with your hands, how can I write it out!"

Chu Junlan's smile faded a little, and she was very angry. She wanted to turn around and leave. Since Mao Jiren refused to give a word, she didn't want it. But in this way, not only did she leave a handle on the words, but also followed the old man's intention and let him bully him in vain.

Chu Junlan was the one who refused to give in and gave in. She could say she didn't want it, but the other party could not use this matter to suppress her!

"The little woman asked herself that she had not done anything too much, why did Mr. Mao get furious? The little woman came to ask for words and asked for words. You are not allowed to meet you at a free time. The little woman waited for nearly an hour, but just looked at the painting and smiled. You were so embarrassed that you really lost everyone's demeanor."

"I am losing everyone's demeanor? It's clear that you laughed at me first! You don't have to argue with ease! You can draw it even if you have the ability!"

"How much do I draw well? So what if I don't draw well?" Chu Junlan frowned.

"If you draw better than him and look like him, I will write the words I ordered to you, how about I still worship you as my teacher?" Mao Jiren was clearly despised to the extreme.

"A word is certain!" Chu Junlan was not afraid of people challenging her, "Give me three days to prepare, and I will pick up the words in three days."

After saying that, Chu Junlan turned around and left.

Mao Jiren sneered: "Pretty, this kind of woman who is uneasy and wants to gain fame has seen so many people!"

Chu Junlan paused, sneered and left the Mao Mansion.

It is boring to argue with the old man who has a great fortune, and she doesn't want to make trouble. She can just turn around and get the words given by the emperor when she turns around. Since Mao Jiren looks down on her, she will not meet and interfere with each other in the future.

But it is absolutely impossible to be belittled by others.

After Chu Junlan returned to the mansion, he thought about it all night, and the next day he took Zi Yan out. It took two days to prepare all the tools she needed.

On the evening of the third day, Xiao Xu ordered Jing Yu to carefully carry the things that Chu Junlan prepared into the car.

"I'd better accompany you. Mao Guoshou is famous for his weird personality. If I go, he may be a little more restrained and not to make things too difficult for you."

"Forget it, you'd better not go." Chu Junlan smiled and pulled his hand and shook it, "You have a lot of things to do, not to mention that you want to watch it in the winery, and you have to urge the printing of the wine ticket. This is also the emperor said that he would give the words. There is no way to get them. If you don't get the words, I'm afraid someone will make trouble in the future. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to put some effort on him. It's better not to get them in, so as not to say that you are suppressing others in the future."

Xiao Xu couldn't help but smile as she looked at her smiley eyebrows.

He actually wanted to show his identity directly and let Mao Jiren write and take it away, because Chu Junlan said he was going to draw and prepared the materials for two days, but he really didn't understand them.

There are two two-foot square glass platforms with a piece of snowflake rice paper in the middle, which can put down six glass lamps, and a large box of fine sand that has been filtered and fryed.

Xiao Xu didn't know what Chu Junlan was going to do, and was afraid that she would suffer losses. Second, he was also a little curious about how to paint these strange things. He knew that Chu Junlan had never done anything that he was unsure of, and she was extremely energetic. She would definitely return it ten times as humiliated as Mao Jiren.

Chu Junlan pinched Xiao Xu's face, and the smooth feel made her "tsk" twice.

"Okay, don't worry, I won't suffer any losses."

Xiao Xu had no choice but to nod and watched her leave reluctantly.

Chu Junlan brought Zi Yan and a few quick-handed servants to Mao Mansion. When the doorman saw that it was Chu Junlan coming, he immediately came up politely.

The servants carefully carried the things Chu Junlan brought and headed towards the front hall.

The spacious hall last time was still a table and chair painting table arranged like the Bagua Formation. Mao Jiren was still sitting next to the painting table that day, asking his disciples to paint. Seeing Chu Junlan and his party coming with the box, Mao Jiren narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Mao." Chu Junlan smiled and bowed near and said politely, "I am here to get the words rewarded by the emperor."

Mao Jiren snorted coldly: "The Lord told me that I naturally dare not refuse to obey, but what I write depends on you. When you mocked my disciple that day, I would like to see what you have. Today I want to see what you have."

Chu Junlan smiled and pointed at the things she brought.

"Today I want to use those to paint, and I also ask Mr. Mao to move forward."

Mao Jiren raised his chin and looked at the servants curiously. He saw that the servants lit the lamp and placed it neatly into the square box. Then he placed two glass platforms with snowflake rice paper on the square box. There were grooves inside, which could block the glass platforms, and each of them was one section higher than the surroundings, which were surrounding.

At this time, it was dark. Chu Junlan walked to the painting platform and ordered someone to turn off a few lanterns in the house. The bright lights of the six lights under the painting platform were shining through the glass plane covered with white paper, which was dazzling.

Chu Junlan grabbed the fine sand of his characteristics and painted on the simple homemade sand painting platform.
Chapter completed!