The Big Landlord

On the third day, Fu Wutian fulfilled his promise to help him draw five drawings.

Although he has been staying at the border for more than a decade, he has been learning these things ten years ago, and he is not able to fight every year at the border.

Others thought that he was just a coward. In fact, the sons of the high-ranking officials who stayed in the city of Junzi for many years did not have much ink in his belly.

After knowing that he would paint, An Ziran had no worries. He directly told him the pattern he wanted to paint. The patterns were complicated and needed to be drawn by talented people. He would draw a simple sketch character in his life. But there is nothing wrong with using a brush.

After Fu Wutian listened to his story, he immediately wrote it, but after a moment of silence, he asked: "Wang Hao say it again?"

An Ziran seems to know that this will happen, and he said nothing at all: "I said that I want to draw an old couple and their sons. The size should not be too large. The length should not exceed eight centimeters, and the width should not exceed four centimeters. "I was afraid that he would not understand and give him a smaller size."

"...Wang Hao, are you retaliating against the king and you can't get out of bed yesterday?"

Fu Wutian heard that to draw such a small person, can only think so.

An Ziran has no expression: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course."

"what?"

Fu Wutian replied: "You were very enjoyable that night, and you vented it four times, more than this king."

A fierce gaze shot at him.

An Ziran said in a tone plate: "You want to tell me now that you can't actually draw it? It doesn't matter, you can tell the truth, I won't despise you."

"But you will discriminate against the king." Fu Wutian immediately answered.

"Yes!"

Fu Wutian suddenly licked his tongue. "I was so welcome. I didn't even hesitate. The king didn't say that he couldn't paint."

Fu Wutian did not paint such a small character, but it does not mean that it can't be painted, but if you look at Da Ya, I'm afraid no one has ever painted it so small, because with a few strokes, you can paint the size required by An Ziran to black or Red, he did it the day before yesterday.

"Then you paint, dress and remember to draw a good look for me." An Ziran made another request.

Fu Wutian said: "There are still some requirements to say."

This is the rhythm of broken cans!

An Ziran really thought for a while. He hadn't touched that kind of thing for a long time. He wouldn't think of a specific pattern for a while. Finally, he took out a brush and dipped some ink and drew it on another piece of white paper. "In terms of clothing, this can be drawn in a straight line. It is simple and does not need to be too complicated."

Fu Wutian looked at the pattern he painted, and immediately outlined a whole in his heart. This would be much simpler, but... "Wang, what role do you paint these patterns?"

An Ziran replied: "I want to print these patterns on a small piece of hard paper that can be carried around, so the pattern can't be too big."

Fu was so clear that he finally started writing.

An Ziran thought that he had to paint for a long time. When he painted, he left the study. Before long, he personally took a pot of hot tea and a small snack into it. Just put it down and saw him just stop the pen, in his hand. The brush was replaced with a hard brush when he went out, and the hard part was also relatively small, and the lines outlined were relatively thin.

An Ziran looked at the case and couldn’t help but blink a bit.

The ancients may not look at such a person, but in his opinion it is already very shaped.

The three characters outlined by the straight line are obviously rigid, but they appear on the rice paper in a vivid way. It is no wonder that he dares to boast of Haikou. The skill of painting is not bad. Ordinary people hear his description, which is estimated to be still worrying. How to draw.

An Ziran took a brush and drew a few other symbols on Fu Futian's seemingly strange symbols on the other sheet of paper, and then took out one of the ten patterns he had drawn before him.

"In this format these things are added to the top left and bottom right corners."

Fu Wutian looked at his paintings and sketched a few strokes. The symbols above were better than the ones he painted, and they were in place.

"how is it?"

An Ziran praised without hesitation: "It is much better than I thought."

The praised Fu Wutian eyes showed a smile.

An Ziran hits him and says: "Don't be too happy, there are two next. These two are much harder than the one you painted. You can't draw with a straight line."

Fu Wutian knew that Wang Hao would not let him go easily, so I guessed that the latter two would not be too simple, so I was not surprised.

An Ziran then told him his thoughts.

Say it is to draw two, in fact only one, because the two patterns are the same, the only difference is that one should use red pigment, one should use black pigment.

An Ziran was so considerate that he only painted one, because he couldn’t simplify things like the previous three, so he painted slowly and an hour passed.

An Ziran holds a book, this is the book of Fu Wangfu.

He is now the master of the palace, and the trivial matter can be handed over to Zhou Guanjia, but he has to personally look at the accounts. Fortunately, there are things that are seen by the Su butler in Anyuan County, so he is now more free than before. .

There are not many members of Fu Wangfu. Because Fu Gong has not passed through the sidelines, the Wangfu is much more calm than other powers. There is no competition for pets, no intrigue, and it is even simpler than An’s books.

After reading the book, An Ziran was trying to stand up. The head suddenly covered a shadow. When he looked up, he saw Fu Wutian standing behind him. The rice paper in his hand was unfolding in front of him. A living clown jumped on the paper, although this only The masked clown wore the clothes of the ancients, but had to say that it was really expressive.

"how is it?"

"Good, I want it."

Fu Wutian possesses, the two faces are very close, they can feel the other's breathing and only listen to him slowly saying: "Wang Hao, this king has helped you so much, is there any reward?"

An Ziran’s eyes are not awkward. “The reward was pre-paid by you in the evening before, so no!”

When he finished speaking, he got up and took the paper from his hand.

Fu Wutian came over, and An Ziran asked him to add a few more symbols on the paper because he painted better.

"Draw two more hearts, one red and one black."

Hearing this sentence, Fu Wutian moves a meal, "Two hearts?"

An Ziran nodded.

Fu Wutian, as he wished, drew two hearts that were close together, and he drew an arrow feather through the middle if he knew the story of Cupid.

An Ziran’s mouth was slightly pumped, and the paper was pulled out from his pen, and then a little thing was added under the black heart. Finally, he painted another plum, and all he wanted was fixed.

An Ziran cut the painted pattern into a piece of paper with the tool knife that Zhou Guanjia found him, and then clipped it in a red post he had already prepared, which stated some requirements and put it into a In the square box, this is all done.

"Wang Hao, you haven't told the king yet, what do you want to do to paint these things?" Fu Wutian looked at his series of actions and seemed to be ready to go out.

An Ziran does not hide him. "I want to make a new gambling game. These things are all materials. I will show them to you."

Creating new gambling games is not an easy task.

Fu Wutian can't help but look forward to what these strange patterns can become and go to the game!

The next day, An Ziran took the box and went to the engraving workshop. Fu Wutian wanted to go with him to see what Wang Hao had to do with him, but a sudden will break his plan because Chongming Emperor summoned him. I had to let Shao Fei and Ge Qiang accompany him.

Fu Wutian Bian’an is still going out early.

The three of them finished their breakfast and went out to meet the door, but met the bell in the door from the outside.

"Zhong Yue has seen Wang Hao."

After returning from Changzhou, Zhongyue was completely idle. When she saw her appear here, everyone did not feel surprised, but Ge Qian’s eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

An Ziran nodded and asked casually: "Are you looking for a prince?"

The ordinary sentence made the face of Zhong Yue slightly change. It seems that An Ziran asked what is unreasonable. In fact, he really did not have the thoughts around him. Zhong Yue is Fu Wutian’s men, and it’s necessary to go to the palace. Looking for him, although very subtle, but the face of her face did not escape the eyes of An Ziran.

Zhong Yue fixed his mind. "Return to Wang Hao, I am coming to see Vice General Ge."

An Ziran looked back and forth between the two. "In this case, Vice General Ge will stay here. I will go with Shao Fei."

"Xie Wanghao!" Ge Qianan arched his hand.

Zhong Yue also thanked him.

The two then left the palace.