"Shisan Yan!"

On this side, Fang Ying interrupted Yan Liben's madness and said in a deep voice: "In my opinion, let's figure out what's happening in front of you first, your servant..."

"Erlang is right!" Yan Liben said immediately.

???

Fang Ying stopped immediately.

I thought to myself that I haven't finished speaking yet, why have you learned to answer quickly?

He coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Yan, I mean, we are here to handle the case, not deliberately causing trouble for your Yan Mansion."

"Erlang is right!" Yan Liben nodded with a smile.

Fang Ying pointed to the servant under the knife: "This person turned black and white, not only obstructed the yamen from handling the case, but also framed the case..."

"Erlang is right!" Yan Liben nodded again.

"He also deceived you, the head of the family..."

"Erlang is right!"

...Damn it! Are you a repeater?

Fang Ying sweated on his forehead and pursed his lips: "Mr. Yan, are you willing to cooperate with the yamen to investigate the case?"

"Someone willing!"

"Okay, we have to summon Butler Li and hand him over."

"Come on! Let Li Mei get out!"

...

Watching the two of them ask and answer.

Everyone present was stunned.

It is really hard for everyone to understand why Yan Liben, who was very tough just now, suddenly cooperated?

No, this is no longer a cooperation.

Look at his expression, he smiled like a flower, and he had a hint of flattery... He was a fourth-rank official at least!

He was in a low voice at a small detective.

Is there any law in this world?

Especially Wang Sheng and the two constables from the county government office, the look of the house was like looking at their idol, and stars appeared in their eyes... Look at how they handled the case, and they drew their swords when they had disagreements. I still have to laugh with my family...

Look at yourself again, you usually do things like your grandson.

Everyone lives in the same blue sky, but why is the gap between people so big?

Fang Ying was also silent.

The situation in front of me is really strange. How could the minister of the Ministry of Justice and the saint of the Tang Dynasty be so respectful to me?

"Is it because of the power of my father Fang Xuanling?"

"No, Yan Liben has been indifferent to fame and fortune in history, and is not the kind of person who is scheming. If politics is dirty, his hands are cleaner than anyone else..."

at this time.

A servant had already gone to Yan Mansion to find Butler Li.

Take advantage of this stall.

Fang Ying looked at Yan Liben with deep eyes and asked, "Shilarious Minister Yan, can I know why your attitude suddenly changed?"

Yan Liben smiled: "Because of your painting!"

"My painting?" Fang Ying raised his eyebrows: "Can you have been to the ladies' banquet? Have you seen that beauty picture?"

"That's right!"

Yan Liben stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling the scene that shocked him by the Qujiang River.

"Erlang's portrait paintings are lifelike and created a painting technique that I have never had in China. With this alone, you can be called a 'saint'!"

What?

Call it a saint?

!!!

Everyone was hit hard.

Everyone felt the sky thunder rolling, dizzy, and their bodies were shaking, and they almost fell to the ground.

Yan Liben said this just now.

It is definitely the most shocking sentence they have heard in their lives.

Because the word "saint"...

It's not just a casual call!

The saint of literature Confucius, the sub-saint Mencius, the saint of military affairs, the saint of medical affairs, the saint of calligraphy, the saint of calligraphy, the saint of calligraphy, all of these people who can be called "saints" are all the ceilings of their respective fields!

That's a kind of...

No matter how hard others work, they cannot catch up with it.

Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, no, even if we go back to the former Sui Dynasty, there is not even a single person who can be called "saints"... The person closest to the saint is Sun Simiao from Zhongnan Mountain, who is called "The King of Medicine"...

And now.

However, Minister Yan said that Fang Ying can be called a saint!

This is no longer as simple as praise. You need to know that Yan Liben himself is the master of painting. His words, especially those in the field of painting, represent absolute authority. He said yes, but others are not qualified to object.

Fang Ying was also stunned.

I thought to myself if you named me "Sage", what should Wu Daozi do a hundred years later? He is a serious "painting saint", and creatively created the "orchid leaf drawing" method, which is called "Wu Dai When the wind is there.

So his old face turned red and he coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Yan praised it. The Tang Dynasty has many talents. How can I be called a saint with such a minor technique..."

"Why can't it?"

Yan Liben said naturally: "The first thing is the word "painting", which leaves traces for the world. Leaving traces should be true. After all, not everyone is a painter and cannot experience it from those ethereal freehand paintings. The mystery…”

"So, taking realistic paintings as a painting is in line with the world's understanding of painting."

"Erlang's beauty pictures bring reality to the extreme, and it is the skill of the general public... that is, everyone can understand it, which is in line with the essence of painting!"

...You are a master, you are right!

Fang Ying opened his mouth and found that he was speechless.

Compared with the real Yan Liben, the little inventory in his belly is not a little worse, whether it is theoretical or practical.

"That, Minister Yan..."

Fang Ying couldn't bear to brag about it anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "You haven't told me yet, why do you believe me so much?"

“Why?”
Chapter completed!