Zhang Manor.
Under Zhang Bao's lead, Zhuge Yi and Xiang Chong met Zhang Yide, who had left his name in history.
The scene was different from what he had imagined.
The moment they met.
Zhang Fei waved at him.
"Nephew Zhuge, don't go through all those formalities.”
"Come and take a look…"
"How is my Old Zhang's painting?”
When Zhang Fei saw Zhuge Yi, his eyes lit up like a cat seeing a mouse.
As for his sons, Zhang Bao and Xiang Chong, who were also standing in the study, he directly ignored them.
Zhang Fei was not the only one whose eyes were shining.
And Zhuge Yi.
Especially when he heard Zhang Fei asking him to look at the painting, Zhuge Yi thought of the story of " Zhang Fei was good at painting beautiful women " that was mentioned in both official and unofficial history.
Could it be…
Today, can I have the honor of seeing Zhang Fei's painting of a beautiful lady?
Without any hesitation.
Zhuge Yi came to the long table where Zhang Fei was standing and began to examine the paintings on it.
His strange behavior stunned Zhang Fei.
Zhang Fei even felt that…
His nephew Zhuge seemed to be looking forward to seeing his paintings.
Zhuge Yi was not in the mood to gauge Zhang Fei's feelings.
His mind was completely focused on the painting.
What greeted his eyes.
It was a graceful and graceful woman dressed in a traditional Chinese dress.
In the painting, the bottom of the woman's skirt drags on the ground, walking without revealing her feet.
She pointed at a certain spot with her fingers, and with a sweet smile on her face, she looked like a fairy dancing in spring.
Although Zhuge Yi was not good at painting, it did not hinder his ability to appreciate beauty.
At least.
Zhuge Yi felt it.
In terms of painting standards, the external effects and skills that Zhang Fei had displayed in this painting were enough to completely beat the so-called Chinese painting masters of the future.
In terms of economic value and historical value…
Tsk tsk.
Not to mention that Zhang Fei's painting was a beautiful lady, even if it was a pile of sh * t, if it could be passed down to later generations, wouldn't Qianlong stamp it and put it by his pillow day and night to observe?
There was a moment.
Zhuge Yi even had the urge to take the painting away on the spot.
For nothing else.
Just to be passed down as a family heirloom.
This was to prevent his descendants from declining in the future and becoming so poor that they couldn't even eat.
Beside him, Zhang Fei had been paying attention to the changes in Zhuge Yi's expression.
When he saw his nephew Zhuge's expression change from surprise to excitement, then to ecstasy…
In the end, when it directly turned into greed, he was dumbfounded.
Wasn't it just a painting that he drew?
This nephew of his shouldn't have acted so exaggeratedly, right?
With this doubt, Zhang Fei asked curiously,""Big nephew, what do you think of my painting?”
"Good!" Zhuge Yi answered firmly.
Zhang Fei was stunned.
However…
Then, he was excited.
He saw that Zhuge Yi did not look like he was faking it, nor was he perfunctory. He grabbed Zhuge Yi's wrist as if he had met a confidant.
"Good nephew."
"Hurry up and tell me, what's good about it?”
"Very good!" Zhuge Yi spoke again. He was still concise and powerful.
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing this, not only was Zhang Fei not angry, but he also smiled happily.
"Big nephew, you really are my old Zhang's bosom friend.”
"Just based on your words, from now on, you can treat my old Zhang's house as your own.”
"If anyone bullies you again, tell me, Old Zhang, and I will poke a few holes in that person.”
"Also, if you like my paintings, I'll give you a few when you leave…"
"Really?" Zhuge Yi was worried about how to bring up the painting of a beautiful lady drawn by Zhang Fei, a famous man at the end of the Han Dynasty.
He did not expect Zhang Fei to actually open his mouth and deliver himself to his door.
If you don't take what God gives you, you'll be struck by lightning.
" Really!!!"
"Nephew, whichever one you like, feel free to take it.”
Zhang Fei patted his chest and agreed.
……
An hour later.
Zhang Fei watched as Zhuge Yi packed up the pile of calligraphy and paintings in the corner of the study room before he left. He did not let go of them, leaving them empty now…
His neck stiffened as he looked at his son, Zhang Bao, who was standing beside him.
"Son, say…"
"Nephew Zhuge…that bastard, did he take my paintings of beautiful women back to wipe his butt?”
Zhang Bao did not dare to answer.
Because…
He had done this kind of thing many times, but his father, Zhang Fei, did not notice it.
……
At the same time.
County Governor Manor.
In a room in the east wing.
As the lord, Liu Bei heard the servant outside the door say that Guan Yu wanted to see him, but he did not respond.
At this moment.
He was looking ahead silently.
In front of Liu Bei.
The Eldest Young Master Liu Feng was kneeling on the ground.
After a long time, Liu Bei sighed.
"Feng 'er, why do you have to lower yourself like this? Could it be that in your eyes…"
"Do you think I can't tolerate you?!”
"So much so that ever since Ah Dou was born, you had to make enemies everywhere and ruin your reputation in order to make you feel that you could protect yourself.”
Hearing this, Liu Feng was stunned.
He thought…
What he did was very secretive.
His father did not know, and no one had seen through it.
However…
Liu Feng had never expected that Liu Bei would already know.
What made Liu Feng feel even more incredulous was that…
He could feel an indescribable heartache and guilt from his father's tone.
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