Chapter 212

Shen Wuming looked embarrassed. It was really hard to explain to Zhang Taisu. After all, no one would believe it.

He had no relationship with the empress, but he suspected that it was the empress just because he dreamed of a female ghost at night...

Who would scold him if he told others about it?

But this was too coincidental, so Shen Wuming could not hide his suspicion.

In addition, the strength shown by the female ghost was really terrifying, and she was definitely not an ordinary strong person.

Even the eighth level might not be able to do this, but the empress...

After all, the empress was not only powerful, but also controlled the nine tripods that suppressed the capital.

If she could enter the dream, it would be reasonable.

In addition, the empress had said before that he could find Mr. Gao if he had any problems.

And Mr. Gao was a close minister of the emperor... Shen Wuming was still wondering if Mr. Gao had betrayed the emperor?

But now it seems that it is not the case.

So if the female ghost is the empress, all this can be explained.

But he couldn't tell Zhang Taisu, so he could only make up a story, "It's mainly because I admire your majesty."

"Your majesty appreciated me before and gave me the title of viscount."

"I don't know why today, I was promoted to earl again!"

"I have no merits and no hard work, so I really can't thank your majesty for his kindness."

"I just want to ask for a portrait of your majesty and worship it day and night to show my sincerity."

Shen Wuming tried his best to portray himself as a loyal person at this time, but Zhang Taisu didn't doubt it.

After all, Shen Wuming studied Confucianism.

In the hearts of Confucian people, the status of heaven, earth, emperor, parents and teachers.

The status of the emperor is even higher than that of parents and relatives, which makes sense.

"In this case, I will paint a portrait of your majesty, after all, I didn't have it before."

Zhang Taisu thought about it and decided to help others. He spread out the white paper on the spot and started painting.

[You watched the master of painting paint in person, and you were thinking about it. You felt that your painting skills had been greatly improved]

[After careful study and contemplation, you understood the way of painters, and your painting skills were improved]

The rare system popped up again, and Shen Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't care.

Painting is just a branch of Confucianism, and it is not very useful to him.

But I didn't expect that Zhang Taisu, a monk, was actually a master of painting.

"It's OK."

After a while, Zhang Taisu finished painting the portrait of the emperor, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and lifelike.

The most important thing is that this stunning and aggressive face made Shen Wuming's pupils shrink slightly.

As expected!

Whether in face or temperament, the person in the painting is no different from the female ghost in his dream.

"It's really the emperor?"

Shen Wuming frowned slightly, and solved the identity of the female ghost, but he had more doubts in his heart.

I have never made friends with the emperor, and both parties should not know each other.

But now the emperor has appeared in his dreams many times, what is the reason? It can't be because he sees how handsome he is, right?

"Mr. Shen?"

Zhang Taisu saw that he was stunned for a moment, but he was not surprised, and waved his hand in front of him.

"What? Are you conquered by the peerless beauty of our emperor? Are you stunned?"

Shen Wuming came back to his senses and laughed, "Elder Zhang is making fun of me."

"If you say the most beautiful, don't you have a beautiful face in your Tianshi Mansion?"

He was talking about Ye Qingcheng, not only in name, but also in appearance.

Zhang Taisu laughed.

Shen Wuming stepped forward and picked up the portrait, blowing the ink dry, "It is indeed a taboo to draw the portrait of the emperor without authorization."

"I'll copy it once, so as not to embarrass you, Elder Zhang. If I see it, it will be troublesome."

Shen Wuming carefully read the portrait, then picked up a piece of white paper again and took the pen from Zhang Taishu.

"You can also paint?"

Zhang Taisu was surprised, but then he suddenly realized, "That's right."

"You are the champion of Dingzhou, both civil and military, so you must be a very good painter."

"It's just so-so." Shen Wuming smiled modestly and started to paint.

Zhang Taisu watched the whole process and nodded slightly. This little guy did have some attainments in painting.

If so, he might be able to give some pointers.

After all, it's rare to meet a young man of such a level. As a senior, he still has a heart of love for talents.

In terms of strength, Zhang Taisu had been conquered by Shen Wuming on the Yongding River.

But what Zhang Taisu is most proud of is not his cultivation, but his top painting skills in the world.

In this regard, he thinks he is still qualified to give pointers to Sheng Wuming.

"Your painting skills are very good..."

Zhang Taisu saw that he had outlined the facial framework of the empress with just a few strokes, and nodded repeatedly.

Just as he was about to praise him, his expression gradually became serious.

"This kid is not right."

Zhang Taisu's face was solemn. He thought he had seen many works of contemporary painters.

Not to mention surpassing himself, there were not many people who could compete with him.

But when he saw Shen Wuming's works, he felt as if he had realized something.

It seemed that his attainments in painting had been slightly improved.

Even some of the obstacles he had encountered earlier were suddenly clear at this time.

"This... So that's it... It's like this, no wonder..."

Zhang Taisu stared at the brush in Shen Wuming's hand, his eyes deep, muttering to himself.

From time to time, he was a little surprised.

What's more, he slapped his forehead suddenly, and finally figured out the problem.

Unconsciously, Shen Wuming had repainted the portrait of the empress.

When Shen Wuming finished the last stroke, Zhang Taisu even had a little trance.

It seemed that the empress really jumped on the paper and came in front of him.

Just like in the imperial study.

"Huh..."

As Shen Wuming put down the brush, Zhang Taisu exhaled deeply.

"Mr. Shen is so talented, and his reputation is well-deserved. Taisu really admires him!"

Zhang Taisu sighed leisurely, and was secretly glad in his heart that he didn't pretend just now.

Originally, he was going to give Shen Wuming some pointers, but he didn't give any pointers, but he learned a lot instead.

He wanted to pretend to be a master, but he ended up stealing the teacher!

If he had just boasted that he would teach Shen Wuming, he would not know how embarrassed he would be.

"It's just a trifle."

Shen Wuming shook his head, "Elder Zhang is a famous artist, how dare I show off my ugliness?"

"No, no, no, no."

Zhang Taisu waved his hands quickly, "Young Master, you are really joking!"

"In front of you, it's not an exaggeration for me to call you a young man."

"Just now, I saw you painting, and I understood deeply, and many joints suddenly became clear."

"Speaking of which, I owe you a big favor, and I will need Taisu in the future, but you can say it."