When Han Zhuo's prison car stopped at the entrance of the criminal department, Li Nuo had already returned to the Song family. My wife and Mu'er were not at home, and I didn't know what they were doing. Li Nuo returned to the room alone, and suddenly remembered something. He called up the code and turned to the last page. On this page, Han Zhuo's portrait was lit, indicating that he had obvious specialties that were different from ordinary people. The Mingjingsi guard who investigated him said that Han Zhuo was good at mathematics and painting, both of which were required for the imperial examination. Among the six subjects, the book subject is the most important, followed by the mathematics subject. Compared with the first two subjects, the ritual subject, the music subject, the archery subject, and the imperial subject have a smaller weight in the imperial examination. If the total weight of the imperial examination is ten, the book subject accounts for four, the mathematics subject accounts for two, and the remaining four subjects each account for one. Overall, it still emphasizes civil over military. Among them, the book subject can be further divided into calligraphy, painting, law, and articles. Han Zhuo is proficient in mathematics and painting, which account for three-tenths of the total power of the imperial examination. If he has no obvious weaknesses in other subjects, he has a great chance of passing the high school entrance examination.
I just don't know whether his specialty recognized by the Code is mathematics or painting, or both. Li Nuo picked up a copy of "Mathematical Classics" and glanced at it for a few times, but found nothing different from before. He picked up the pen again--the moment he picked up the pen, the familiar feeling came back. He dipped the pen in ink and moved his wrist quickly above the white paper on the desk. In a moment, a landscape painting in ink appeared in front of him. Although Li Nuo did not understand painting, he still had basic aesthetics. The mountains in the painting were undulating, the trees were verdant, and the water was rippling. The lightness was light where it should be light, and the darkness was dark where it should be dark. Even an outsider thought that the painting was very well done and had a very artistic conception. This ability of the "Code" is nothing short of amazing. If he could catch a few top calligraphers, painters, and criminals who are good at riding and shooting, he could directly take the imperial examination. It would only cost him a few days of life. He could make up for it by catching a few more criminals. Anyway, this ability will expire tomorrow. In order not to waste it, Li Nuo took a piece of paper again, found a few brushes of different thicknesses, and a figure appeared in his mind. He picked up the brush and started to draw on the paper. After an unknown amount of time, Li Nuo stretched his waist, put down the brush, and admired the work he had just completed. He just painted a landscape, and this time he painted a figure. The woman in the painting, leaning on the swing frame, holding a sword in her arms, looking deeply into the distance, exuding a transcendent temperament. Although it was only a side face, familiar people could tell who he was painting at a glance. What Li Nuo painted was the famous scene that day when Mu'er was swinging on the swing and his wife was leaning on the swing frame. It is worthy of being a talent recognized by the Code. Although Han Zhuoren is a beast, his painting skills are really good. The whole picture is simple but delicate, with appropriate shades of ink. Not only is the face painted like, but also the lady's extraordinary temperament is painted. Li Nuo himself couldn't take his eyes off. Not to mention Song Jiaren who had been standing behind him for a long time.
She looked at Li Nuo, her tone full of surprise: "Can you draw?" Li Nuo was startled by the sudden voice, turned around and found his wife standing behind him, and asked: "A little... When did you come back?" "It's been a while, and I didn't disturb you because you were painting seriously." Song Jiaren walked up and looked at her portrait on the table, with a special color in her eyes. This painting is so beautiful... She also learned to paint when she was a child, but she always couldn't get the point, so she gave up later. She has always envied those who have superb painting skills. Seeing her absorbed in the painting, Li Nuo said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you." Song Jiaren nodded and said, "Thank you..." Looking at the smile on her face, some thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind, which made Li Nuo speak again: "In fact, if there is paint, it can be painted better..." Song Jiaren immediately said, "I'll find it!" As soon as the voice fell, she disappeared in front of Li Nuo. Li Nuo was a little amused. She seemed to care nothing all day long, but in fact, when she met something she liked, some thoughts could not be hidden. Song Jiaren hadn't come back from looking for paint yet, but Song Muer came first. As soon as she walked into the room, she was attracted by the painting on the table. She ran to the table, looked at the painting with shining eyes, and asked Li Nuo, "Brother Li Nuo, did you draw this painting?" Li Nuo nodded. Song Muer grabbed his arm, shook it, and said coquettishly: "I want one too, Brother Li Nuo, please draw one for me too..." Li Nuo glanced at the painting and said: "Isn't there you?" Song Muer looked over immediately and asked: "Where?" Li Nuo pointed to a figure on the swing and said: "Here..." Muer was swinging on the swing at that time, so of course she was in the painting. However, in order to distinguish the main from the secondary, Li Nuo only used a few strokes to outline the outline of a little girl, without even the facial features, and was far less careful than drawing a lady. Song Muer realized that those few random strokes were her, and held Li Nuo's arm tightly, saying with a bitter face: "No, no, I don't even have a face on it, I also want to draw one like Sister Jiaren, please..." Li Nuo did not resist Muer's coquettishness at all, gently pinched her face, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll draw it for you now..." Ink painting is much simpler than color ink painting. Li Nuo used his pen to sketch, and in a moment, a beautiful and cute little girl appeared on the paper. Song Muer held the painting as if she were holding a treasure, and couldn't bear to take her eyes away from the painting. Li Nuo suddenly said: "I forgot the password just now. You are not pretending to be Ning'er, right?" Song Mu'er held the painting carefully and said, "Of course not. Song Ning'er didn't know that the bright moonlight in front of the bed was probably frost on the ground. I was not fooled by her this time..." In fact, it doesn't matter if it's fake or not, Li Nuo originally planned to paint one more painting.
The last time he divided the peaches, he was partial and was caught red-handed by the person involved. Every time Song Ning'er looked at him, she looked at him with resentment. Li Nuo also felt quite embarrassed. As an adult, he couldn't argue with a little girl. He was about to tell Mu'er not to provoke Ning'er with the painting, but when he turned around, he found that she was gone. What disappeared with her was the painting. Li Nuo shook his head helplessly and could only hurry up and draw another picture. Not long after, there was a room somewhere in Song Mansion. Song Ning'er's eyes widened and she looked at the painting in Song Mu'er's hand. The beautiful little girl in the painting is her. Of course it could also be Song Muer. Song Muer said with a smile: "Brother Li Nuo painted it for me, doesn't it look good?" After giving Song Ning'er a few glances, she put the painting away, walked to a pillar in the room, jumped lightly, leaned on the pillar twice, and easily placed the painting on the beam. . Song Ning'er doesn't know martial arts and can't climb to such a high place. If she didn't hide the painting well, Song Ning'er would definitely steal the painting while she was asleep. She used to do this all the time. I don’t know where she got such perseverance, even if she didn’t sleep all night, she would still steal her things. Song Ning'er looked at the paintings on the beams, feeling helpless in her little heart. No matter where Song Muer hid the things, she could find them, but if they were placed in such a high place, she really couldn't reach them. Looking at the triumphant Song Mu'er, an idea came to her mind. Maybe, she should also learn some martial arts. This will make it easier to steal Song Muer's things in the future. Don't be afraid even if she is hiding on the rafters. … After Mu'er left, Li Nuo planned to draw the same painting for Ning'er to prevent her from causing trouble again. As soon as she picked up the pen, Song Jiaren walked into the room, carrying a bag of things. After a while, Li Nuo opened the bag and took out a pile of small porcelain bottles. These small bottles contain the pigments needed for color painting. He has read a lot these days, and although he has not gone into depth, he has also briefly studied the Daxia Imperial Examination. The imperial examinations in Daxia were extremely extensive, unlike the ancient imperial examinations he was familiar with. It is similar to the modern college entrance examination, and even has more subjects than the college entrance examination. Painting is a subcategory under "Calligraphy" and can be subdivided into ink painting and color ink painting.
These are two completely different techniques, but candidates must dabble in both. This kind of imperial examination actually tests not the candidates' ability to govern the country, but their learning ability. Those who can dabble in all subjects and stand out among countless students must be truly outstanding. Other abilities will not be too bad. It just depends on whether they follow the right path. Unlike ink and wash, the pigments used in color painting are mostly precious minerals. Such as cinnabar, hematite, limonite, realgar, orpiment, etc., which are expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary families. Imperial examination riding and archery, as well as Le Dao, were almost all fields that only high-ranking officials were qualified to get involved in. Children from ordinary people's families have to work ten times and a hundred times harder if they want to learn these things. Although Li Nuo had never learned color painting, knowledge about pigment mixing and painting techniques kept popping up in his mind. Just as he was about to grind the paint, Song Jiaren looked outside and said, "It's getting late. Why don't you take a rest early? It won't be too late to paint again tomorrow." Li Nuo didn't stop moving his hands and said, "It's okay. I'll prepare the paint first. I'll paint some at night..." After all, this ability is only temporary and will expire after one day. Li Nuo estimated that Mu'er would see better-looking paintings tomorrow and would have to pester him for them. If he didn't paint a little tonight, he might not have enough time tomorrow. At the very least, he must first adjust the required colors and outline the manuscript. The sky had completely darkened, and there was insufficient light in the room. When Li Nuo was mixing paints, Song Jiaren stood beside him, holding a glass lamp in her hand. Wherever Li Nuo went, she followed him. As the night progressed, the room was very quiet, except for two shadows that swayed gently with the light. … early morning. Li Nuo woke up from his sleep and took a long stretch. I worked all night yesterday and couldn't finish the lady's painting, but there wasn't much left, so I could finish it in half an hour at most. After Li Nuo got up and washed up, Song Jiaren just brought her breakfast. After breakfast, Li Nuo continued busy. While he was painting, Song Jiaren stood aside, looking at the painting and him. Even she herself didn't realize that in just one month, the way she looked at Li Nuo had undergone earth-shaking changes. When Song Muer discovered the colorful portrait of Sister Jiaren, she instantly felt that the portrait of her yesterday was not so pretty. She looked at Li Nuo with pitiful eyes. Before she could speak, Li Nuo said, "Don't worry, I'll paint it for you after I finish painting it for Sister Jiaren." Song Muer smiled instantly, "Hehe, I knew that brother Li Nuo was the best to me..." She jumped around Li Nuo and looked at it for a while, then ran out and came to another courtyard of Song Mansion. When she walked into a room, she saw Song Ning'er climbing a pillar. But she has never studied martial arts. She is like the snail climbing the wall in the arithmetic problem. Every time she climbs a section, she will slide down.
Song Mu'er jumped lightly and used the support of the pillar twice to take the scroll down from the beam. Song Ning'er could only watch helplessly. She smiled at Song Ning'er and said, "Hehe, brother Li Nuo is really good at painting. He also said that he would paint a colorful one for me later, which would be better than this one. I will give this to you then... …” "I don't care!" Song Ning'er snorted, ran out of the yard, ran straight to the room in another yard, shook Song Yu awake from his sleep, and urged: "Brother Yu, get up, get up and draw for me... " Being so noisy by Song Ning'er that he couldn't sleep anymore, Song Yu got up in a daze, found paper and pen, and drew a portrait of her while yawning. Of course he also dabbled in painting. After all, he had to take the imperial examination, and his family hired a painting teacher to teach him since he was a child. It's just that he has no talent in this field and is not willing to spend time studying it. His painting skills can only be said to be passable. After Song Yu finished the painting, Song Ning'er took a look at it, pouted, and said dissatisfied: "What, the painting doesn't look like me, I won't let you paint it!" After saying that, he ran away again. Song Yu was already used to this. Last night, he spent the whole night with a few girls discussing their lives. He went home to go to bed in the morning. Not long after he slept, Ning'er woke him up. He was so sleepy. He walked to the bed like a zombie, fell straight down, and continued to catch up on his sleep... Song Ning'er ran back to her small courtyard and found Song Mu'er practicing with Sister Jiaren. She rolled her eyes and quietly walked into another courtyard. In the room, Li Nuo was admiring the newly completed color painting. Comparing ink painting and color ink painting is like the difference between black and white photos and color photos. Although it cannot be said that ink and wash are inferior to color ink, the latter does give people a greater visual impact. He sighed again, Han Zhuoren was a real beast, and his painting skills were really good. If it hadn't been for that incident, he would have been able to become a high school scholar. Once such a cruel and ruthless person becomes an official, I don't know how many people will suffer. The little girl who just walked into the room was also shocked by this painting and her eyes widened. After coming back to her senses, she grabbed Li Nuo's hand and said pitifully: "Brother Li Nuo, the painting yesterday was damaged by Song Ning'er. Can you help me paint another one that is exactly the same..." After saying that, she took the initiative and said: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and lower my head to think about my hometown!" Song Mu'er, an idiot, was worried that she wouldn't be able to remember it, so she wrote the password on a piece of paper and pressed it under the pillow, but she secretly saw it. Song Ning'er didn't dare to ask for such a colorful painting. Although she liked it better, painting such a painting must be very time-consuming. Song Muer will expose her when she comes back from practicing. She is not that stupid. Although Song Ning'er recited "Quiet Night Thoughts", she didn't know that after reciting the code, there was a high-five. Li Nuo smiled and said: "Ning'er, stop making trouble..." Song Ning'er stamped her feet and said, "I am Mu'er, not Ning'er!" Li Nuo said: "Then you turn somersault on the spot and let me take a look." Song Ning'er turned around and left without stopping.
She is not Song Muer, and she cannot do somersaults on the spot. After returning to her room, she looked at Song Muer's paintings hidden on the beams. Thinking of the scene that had just been exposed by one sentence, she finally made a decision in her heart. She ran into a room and said, "Mom, I want to learn martial arts!" When a woman who was applying cucumber to her face heard this, she said perfunctorily: "Oh, why do girls learn martial arts? It's so hard to learn martial arts. After learning martial arts, you don't have much time to play..." Song Ning'er said firmly: "I just want to learn martial arts!" The woman said: "Okay, okay, after mother finishes applying the facial makeup, tell your beautiful sister and let her teach you..." Song Ning'er shook her head and said: "I don't want sister Jiaren to teach me, she and Song Mu'er are good!" The woman said helplessly: "Ning'er, stop making trouble and go play by yourself..." Her mother ignored her and Song Ning'er ran to another room. The abacus in Song Hao's hand made a crackling sound. Before Song Ning'er could speak, he said: "Ning'er, dad is busy, you can go play by yourself first..." …” … Song Ning'er was walking down the alley of Song Mansion in a depressed manner. Her mother didn't care about her, and her father didn't care about her either. Sister Jiaren only taught Song Muer martial arts, and brother Li Nuo only painted Song Muer. Everyone dislikes her. She walked into a remote courtyard in the innermost part of the Song Mansion. This was where the family's debris was stored. No one would come in on weekdays. It was also her own secret world. After closing the courtyard door, she lifted up her skirt, sat on the stone steps at the door, and cried in grievance. "Crying, can you out-cry your sister? Do you want to compete with her in the future to see who can cry louder?" Suddenly there was a voice in her ears. Song Ning'er raised her head, wiped her tears and looked forward. A figure with a veil on his head was sitting on the wall, his delicate white calves swaying slightly. The breeze blew, lifting the veil under the curtain, revealing a half-faced face covered by a moon-white scarf and a pair of beautiful eyes. Song Ning'er stared at her in a daze and asked, "Sister, who are you?" The woman did not answer her question, but looked down at her and asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts from me?" Song Ning'er said, "I want to find a very powerful master to teach me, at least not worse than Sister Jiaren..." The woman jumped down from the wall, flicked her fingers, and a stream of energy shot out from her fingertips. A few feet away, a blue brick on the ground shattered. She looked down at Song Ning'er and asked, "Is this powerful enough?" Tomorrow's update will be at noon.