Title Inscription

Everyone is intoxicated with the artistic conception of the painting, but can not understand the meaning of the painting.

'It's a fine picture! Wei Gong sighed, and several young people behind him no longer despised him.

Several young people are scholars, naturally can see the good or bad of a painting. This painting, brushstrokes, blank like a dream. The mood is new and full, though I don't know what it is. But it is also known that the child who is chiefly in the canoe, his dream is the meaning.

Hearing Wei Gong say that this is a good painting, the eyes of the onlookers brightened.

Of course, some people do not understand painting, but since Wei Gong said so, it is an excellent painting.

Who is the Duke of Wei, the emperor Taifu, the head of the literati. Naturally, the credibility of what he said is extremely high. Also understand just Su Mo really did not make a demon.

"It's really nice!" Others sighed.

"I can't believe I just misunderstood this person."

The bright-eyed merchant nearby wanted to buy the painting at once. The paintings praised by Wei Gong must be of high value. But dare not bid again, he just has money, but really do not understand painting.

"How do you call your little friend?" Wei Gong withdrew his eyes from the painting and looked at Su Mo painting. I have some doubts in my heart, is this painting really made by this person? It's not like a teenager could do it. He did not know that Su Mo is a person who has lived two lives, and the previous life is an ancient country that has experienced five thousand years of precipitation culture, Su Mo is just standing on the shoulders of giants.

Su Mo holding fists: "Surname Su name Mo, word Jingyan, Jiangnan people."

"Jing Yan, this painting of yours is lifelike and has a perfect artistic conception." Wei Gong sighed: "It's just a pity..."

What a shame?

Their ears pricked up when they heard the words!

Su Mo bowed down and said, "Wish to hear Wei Gong's advice!"

"Unfortunately, the inscription is missing..." Wei Gong continued, "If you can mention a poem that is equivalent to it, it will better reflect the painting."

This is a test or a test... Su Mo clearly in mind.

Several young people behind Wei Gong also smiled on their faces. They did not believe that the painting was by Su Mo, but to raise doubts without any reason was to fall behind, making people feel narrow-minded and jealous of others. But if Wei Gong put forward this at this moment, no one else would say anything.

It's your painting. What's wrong with you inscribing?

"Just..." Wei Gongyou hesitated, "If the poem mentioned does not match the painting, it will ruin it!"

He really liked the painting, and the questions he asked were only from his heart. Although he also suspected that the painting was not written by Su Mo, he did not want Su Mo to ruin the painting by inscribing it.

Su Mo sighed: "This is a dream painting, how can poetry match?"

"Brother, if I have no words to match, I would like to write one for this picture." But if the writing is not good, I hope you will forgive me!" The young man who had just spoken behind Wei Gong spoke with a smile on his face.

Some of the onlookers on the scene, a few shrewd people suddenly understood what, put on a picture of watching the play and eating melons.

Su Mo eyes a coags, eyes some cold look past.

This man is a loud soldier to seize the Lord, obviously did not put Su Mo in the eyes. He proposed inscriptions on Su Mo's paintings, and if the poems were good, the fame would naturally be his. If it's bad, it'll ruin the painting. Both results were unfavorable to Su Mo, and in any case, the painting was no longer easy to sell.

Most of all, Sumo feels bad. This person despise Su Mo, this Su Mo also doesn't matter, everyone has their own life, can not let others attach importance to you.

But when it was clearly a painting by Su Mo, the man said, "If the writing is not good, I hope you will forgive me." 'Instead of calling Su Mo excuse me, full of provocation.

Su Mo can clearly feel that this person seems to be targeting him... This guy is deep in ice, isn't he?

This was the man Wei Gong had just stopped drinking. His name seemed to be Liu Feng.

...

Red Gu Yufloating ran came to the ship building, is wondering what dean let her buy the painting, saw a group of people around the scene Su ink.

This kid can draw?

Far look at the Su ink scroll, you know the dean let oneself buy the painting is which one!

I can play the flute, I can draw, I'm pretty... It's just too bad it's a regular guy... How good it would be to cheat back to the academy!

It's like someone targeted... Gu Yu took a look at the willow wind that spoke to Su Mo, skimming his mouth... A smile hides a sword, a sanctimonious appearance, is not a kind...

Gu Yu has always felt that he is very accurate... I think it's better to be a little SUSIE.

Oh, Xiao Su Zi is Su Mo... She just heard Su Mo introduce herself, a temporary pet name.

After all... We'll have to buy it from him later, so for now we'll be one of them.

...

Liu Feng is with Wei Gong, but now so rude... Su Mo could not help looking at Wei Gong.

Wei Gong looked down at the painting, as if he didn't hear...

We master and servant two people come thousands of miles to the capital to take a test, by the way to cheat... Make some money, but someone wants to cut in a foot, cut off people's money like killing parents, uncles can endure aunts can not endure... Su Mo shook his head and laughed, like mocking others, and like laughing at himself.

It's a shit world...

Liufeng see Su Mo shake his head and laugh, look a cold, face is not good.

"This is no word to mention, but since it is Wei Gong said, I should mention a word!" Is to destroy... Then ruin it!" Su Mo looked up and laughed: "Who has ink?"

Quiet side of the play Gu Yu suddenly from Su Mo body to see a sense of pride, the moment of Su Mo, not like a scholar, more like a swordsman.

The little girl looked up and looked at the big brother with admiration.

'Inside the building! A gentle jade voice came, they turned to look, Luo Yin a cloud white embroidered skirt from the ship building stepped out.

"Lo Yin... The Roselle has come out." The crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

"Interesting... Interesting..."

"The Roselle is a magnificent figure."

"At this moment... When there is wine!"

Su ink look with the sound, saw the beautiful Luo Yin, Luo Yin nodded to him smile, Su ink slightly nod.

Luo Yin is very beautiful, delicate face, unworldly. Sumo's the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. Oh... And last night's fairy sister, no different.

"There's ink in the building!" Luo Yin walked to the front, the crowd of onlookers automatically gave way to a way.

Lo Yin is not what these people can look at, Lo Yin is the reincarnation of the Roselle God, who enters the path with sound, and is a strong knot.

Luo Yin looked down at the unfolding scroll, like. She just heard the words of Liufeng, very unhappy, and saw the response of Su Mo, nodding quietly, I do not know why I made a sound.

Su Mo felt a wave of goodwill in the eyes of Luo Yin.

'That's disturbing! Su Mo nodded to Luo Yin.

"Jingyan..." Wei openly said, some regret did not stop Liu Feng disorderly words, "Your painting is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, that is, it is by chance difficult to reproduce, you should be careful about it." It is a pity that this painting has been destroyed by a momentary struggle of passion..."

"Since this painting was created by me, it was destroyed by me, and it should be destroyed." Su Mo unrestrained smile, eyes like casual skimming willow wind a glance, but also like never care about willow wind.