In the corner of the sky, the east wind blew, and dark clouds in the sky rolled over, and it seemed that a heavy rain was coming.

Wu Chengzhi's mood at this time was like this weather, and he was so violent that he wanted to hit someone.

From this morning, he sat in the study, staring at Wu Hao's ancient painting "Photo of Feng Erniang", without turning his eyes and moving. But in his heart, there were bursts of storms.

Because... he already saw something wrong!

His fame on Panlou Street was not something he could not see. All the brushwork of Wu Haogu's "Photo of Feng Erniang" is exactly the same as that of "Drunk Arhat Picture".

Moreover, the level of "Feng Erniang's Photo Picture" is slightly better than the "Drunk Arhat Picture". The brushwork learned from "Drunk Arhat Picture" is that you cannot draw "Feng Erniang's Photo Picture" no matter what. It is possible in turn...

In addition, how long has the "Drunk Arhat Picture" been born? Who can learn all the brushwork used in this painting in such a short time, integrate it into it, and sublimate it?

In other words, "Photo of Feng Erniang" and "Picture of Drunk Arhat" are most likely drawn by one person!

And this person is his son Wu Haogu!

But... Wu Haogu is of the best in painting, how could Wu Chengzhi not know?

In Wu Haogu's impression, his eldest son Dingtian was a second-rate painter, and he would not be able to enter the elegant hall throughout his life. The calligraphy and painting official teeth on Panlou Street were probably the final height he could reach.

And now... Wu Haogu is already a generation of painting saints!

What's going on?

Did the ancestors bless him and let the boy Wu Haogu suddenly get his idea? The ancestors were so. Why didn’t they say such a big thing?

Just when Wu Chengzhi was puzzled, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and it was Feng Erniang who came in.

Feng Erniang looked sad and looked very sad when she looked at her husband who could not move.

"Why did the official... sit for half a day?"

She went to Kaifeng Prefecture School this morning to see her son Wu Haowen. When she came back, she heard Grandma Wang say that Wu Chengzhi locked herself in the study.

"Oh," Wu Chengzhi replied, "Look at the painting."

Feng Erniang frowned and said, "I looked at the painting for a long time?"

She moved the lotus step lightly, and came to Wu Chengzhi's back, and glanced at the picture on the desk, "Isn't this picture painted by Dalang? It's really similar. I didn't expect Dalang's painting skills to be so good."

"Don't say you didn't expect it," Wu Chengzhi smiled bitterly, "Even my father who taught him to draw, he didn't expect it..."

"This is always a good thing?" Feng Erniang asked, "This kind of painting skill is the number one in the world."

"Okay, of course it's good." Wu Chengzhi nodded and shook his head again, "But he shouldn't use this painting technique to cheat people of money."

"What's wrong?" Feng Erniang was a little surprised. Wu Chengzhi himself did a lot of money by making fake paintings.

Wu Chengzhi sighed, "Madam, let's go and leave with me tomorrow."

"I still have to... Heli? With Dalang's painting skills, can't it..."

"It's hard to say," Wu Chengzhi sighed, "I don't know whether it's a blessing or a disaster... My son doesn't listen to me now, so he can only let him go, hoping not to get tired of Erlang.

By the way, how is Erlang? What happened to his family? Does he still have the heart to study?"

Feng Erniang sighed when she heard this, and didn't know what to say.

...

Wu Haogu wants to take a big gamble?

Moreover, there is a certainty of winning!

The prince-consor Wang Shi was a little unbelievable about this.

"Gao Dalang, is that Wu Dalang's portrait famous on Panlou Street?"

"I have no reputation, but no one knew his boundary paintings before, and even now few people know his skills." Gao Qiu answered, while hanging a newly framed "Sang Family Tile Picture" next to another "Sang Family Tile Picture".

The old prince-consor Wang Shi picked up his arms and looked at the two paintings in front of him. Finally, he had a 70-80% image. He exhaled and said, "I have copied more than thirty papers before I can get the essence... If I want to get the essence, I have to make a contribution for ten years.

If his portrait photo has the ability to draw towers, he will undoubtedly be the Painting Saint of the World!"

"The Painting Saint is just a painting person," Gao Qiu said with a smile on his face, "If there is no one to protect him, after tomorrow, his father and son will be in Kaifeng Prefecture without a place."

Wang Shi glanced at Gao Qiu.

"You want me to take him into the game?"

Gao Qiu smiled and said, "The prince consort, a living painting saint, is it better than the dead "The Eighty-Seven Immortals"?"

"Good, okay," Wang Shi shook his head and said, "But I, Wang Shi, can only keep the dead "The Eighty-Seven Immortals", but I can't keep the living painting saint. Moreover, I am old, and I don't have many decades of achievements to use in painting.

By the way, Wu Dalang said he wanted to give you a photo?"

"Yes, he wants to draw a "Cuju Picture"."

"Draw "Cuju Picture"?"

Wang Shen thought for a while, "If you really draw well, it would be a chance."

"Is it Wu Dalang's opportunity?" Gao Qiu asked.

"It's also your Gao Dalang." Wang Shi glanced at his close friend, "There is only one opportunity, you can seize it."

Gao Qiu didn't know that Wang Shi wanted to give him and Wu Dalang a good chance, but he instinctively felt that if he seized this opportunity, it would change his destiny.

Thinking of this, Gao Qiu hurriedly bowed to the ground, "The prince-consort is kind, Gao Qiu never forgets it."

When Wang Shi heard this, he immediately smiled, "Let's do it. Gao Dalang, go prepare a car for me. I'm going to Zhen'anfang to meet an old friend. I heard that she has a baby recently, and she is so beautiful!"

"Here."

...

At this time, in Chen Youwen's mansion, several famous figures in Kaifeng's calligraphy, painting and arts business were all gathered in his house.

Mi Youren was also there. Although he was a student of the Imperial College and was born into a family of meritorious officials, he was a promising scholar-official. But he also knew that his real capital was still calligraphy and painting.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, except for the early years, most of the time, the great ministers and relatives were wealthy and idle people. It is not difficult to get an official, but it is very difficult to grow up, unless you can get a Jinshi based on your ability.

If you go to the back door of the Imperial College to be an official, then you won’t have to think about the Political Affairs Hall or the Privy Council. Even a prefecture and a prefecture are difficult to take. Most of them are just being an idle official in Beijing, or leaving Beijing to become a magistrate Bailihou.

However, Mi Youren was not very interested in being an official in the public service. It was his ideal to be an official in Kaifeng Prefecture who was in charge of calligraphy and painting (Hanlin Calligraphy and Art Bureau and Painting Academy were jointly managed by civil officials). Not only was he free and easy, but he was also not bad.

To sit in such a seat, we have to have a good relationship with the attendant of the Painting Academy, the academy, and the leading figures engaged in Panlou Street.

So among the people who congratulate Chen Youwen on his job today, Mi Youren is the figure.

It was a big deal for Chen Youwen to work in the Panlou market. The banquet was placed in the Wanglou, and he booked one of the four towers of the Wanglou, placed a flowing mat, and invited popular singers to perform their skills.

However, it is not yet time for dinner, so only a few well-known figures gathered in Chen Youwen's house, with a little fruit, a few pots of tea, and chatting about things. Chen Daguanren, who was wearing green public uniforms, looked proud and satisfied.

He is no longer an official, but a real official!

Although he really invested a lot of money for this official, the money was worth it. Because the number of officials could make as much money as possible... Now Chen Youwen not only had an official, but also held the orders of the waiter, and he had both officials and power.

Are you still afraid that this money will not be able to be regained?

However, Chen Youwen, who finally put on an official robe as he wished, was still a little unhappy. Wu Chengzhi's son Wu Haogu, who was not very useful, somehow he improved his ability!

He actually had a skill that could make Wang Sheng and Mi Youren draw the road... What made him even more uneasy was that he, Chen Youwen, served as the giant on Panlou Street, knew nothing about Wu Haogu's ability. If Mi Youren had not told him personally, he would still be kept in the dark.

Could it be that Wu Haogu is hidden in his heart?

But why did he do it? What are the benefits?

Also, he used his words to motivate Mi Youren to gamble in Panjiayuan, which clearly meant to become famous!

Now that the martial arts family has become a dish, it shows their true abilities to seek fame... It is obvious that they are unwilling to be extorted by the disaster of calligraphy and painting.

This... is not in accordance with the rules!

"Yuanhui, what are the substrate items you have bet with him?" Chen Youwen gently put down the tea bowl and whispered to Mi Youren.

Mi Youren's eyes swept around and said with a smile: "What should I guess at when I see you... Why is the Wu family suffering now?"

Chen Youwen pressed his forehead and said, "I was confused, but I didn't expect it." He smiled, "In that case, is Wu Dalang seeking medical treatment in an emergency?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say." Mi Youren just shook his head, "If it's better than landscapes, he's worse than me, if it's better than realm paintings, I'm worse than him. But the photo shoot...their Wu family has inherited the Wu family."

"His Wu family looks not as good as you..." Chen Youwen said halfway, then suddenly shook his head, "Unless it was not shown its true skills in the past!"

"What does it mean to not show any real skills in the past?"

Chen Youwen's eyes rolled and he said lightly: "I want to find a great opportunity!"
Chapter completed!