Chapter 43: Understand (2)
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It's no wonder that the inspectors just now kept arguing and refused to come to a conclusion. I am afraid that I did not expect such a majestic picture to come from the hands of a scumbag Shen Miao.
The examiner's examiner, a cabinet scholar Zhong Ziqi, said, "Student Shen Miao, come up and talk about why you made this picture scroll."
Each student who gets a "One A" must share his insights on what came out on top. However, today Shen Miao was asked to talk about the reason for the painting, naturally because everyone did not believe that she could make this painting, they were afraid that they had heard the idea from where.
Shen Qing smiled and whispered to Yi Peilan who was on the side: "It's going to be revealed now."
"But didn't she really draw this?" Yi Peilan was a little puzzled: "We all saw it just now, but she painted it herself."
"Then the painting skills are not outstanding, what is the meaning of the painting, who knows if someone pointed it out." Shen Qing looked at Shen Miao who was walking on the stage with disdain, "I have lived with her for so many years, I still don't know what she will do. Now, Zhong Xueshi asked her to tell her the reason for painting, but even if she thinks about it, she can't tell, I'm afraid she will lose all her face again."
Yi Peilan also laughed when she heard the words: "I'll just say, how can there be such a fast to become a talented woman. I'm afraid it's to attract that—" She glanced ambiguously towards King Ding in the men's flock. : "Ask an expert to give advice, Shen Miao can be considered to be doing her best for him."
Shen Qing's expression froze, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and said, "Let's take a look."
On the stage, Shen Miao quietly looked at the unrolled scroll. She slowly stretched out her hand and stroked the scroll under the surprised eyes of everyone.
"The reason why I made this picture is just because I heard my father say that every year on the battlefield, how many heroes, Erlang Ma leather, are wrapped in yellow sand. And the distance is long, they can only be buried on the battlefield. At that time, the Northwest Desert In the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, there are no chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums bloom in the warm south, in the prosperous Dingjing, where singing and dancing are prosperous, and food and clothing are not worrying about, but at the cost of the lives of frontier soldiers."
The discussion gradually stopped, and everyone's eyes focused on the girl in purple.
But her eyes were calm, and she spoke like a story: "My father once said that the soldiers who died in the war could not even have a handful of white chrysanthemums after their sacrifice. Flowers will not bloom on the battlefield, and the soldiers will not even be intact. They have never experienced the mourning. And their wives and children can only be far apart, wearing white chrysanthemums on their heads in their hometown and offering white chrysanthemums."
"I think that everyone who can enjoy the chrysanthemums here calmly is because of the strong guards of the brave men at the border. I can't do anything for them. I can only draw a picture on the scroll, in front of a swathe of loess. Holding the white chrysanthemum to comfort the heroic soul."
The girl stood in the wind, her eyes were clear, but her words were loud and clear, as if only her words were clear and sweet in the world, but they were like morning bells and twilight drums, beating your hearts.
Shen Miao lowered her eyes slightly.
Didn't Ming Qi's Heavenly Family want to deal with the aristocratic family and the Shen family? But the world is so big that all eyes can see and all ears can hear. The mouth of defending the people is better than that of defending the river. It is better to strike first. Since the Tianjia wants to use the general's mansion, she will let everyone in the world see it.
Behold, the meritorious deeds of the Shen family, the Shen family's life guarding the city walls of Ming Qi, and now you sons and daughters of honor in the capital are all solid ice built by the sword and blood on the battlefield!
Stepping on the blood of the soldiers, does the Ming Qi royal family dare to suppress it with great fanfare?
If you dare, don't be afraid of the eyes of the world!
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