Since Sun Mo already had a case in his mind, he could draw twice the result with half the effort!

The creation was completed in just twenty minutes.

"So fast?"

The three famous painters were directly frightened, as if they were watching a short movie and suddenly saw Sadako crawling out of the TV. The little brothers almost withered.

Because all three of them, Zeng Gongnian, had painted famous paintings, they understood even more how amazing Sun Mo's performance was at this moment.

"Come here, show the famous paintings!"

King Qi ordered.

The two young eunuchs were about to step forward, but they were kicked away by King Qi's internal affairs manager. Then he stepped forward in person to show the paintings to everyone.

If anyone dares to snatch this opportunity to flatter you, I will kill him!

hiss!

The moment everyone saw the famous painting, a huge surge of sadness and anger surged out from the bottom of their hearts like lava from a volcanic eruption, filling their chests and making everyone feel uncomfortable to death.

"This...isn't this too pitiful?"

The queen sobbed and couldn't stop her tears from flowing out.

Others are also concerned.

"Sun Aiqing, isn't your painting too tragic?"

King Qi was also choked up, but more out of embarrassment and self-blame.

What did Sun Mo draw?

It's very simple. On the dilapidated land, there is a little girl of four or five years old, skinny, crawling there on her knees, dying. Not far from her, there is a vulture watching eagerly. It has smelled the breath of death. Once

If the little girl dies, it will immediately go to eat her body.

This little girl was so skinny that her legs were not even strong enough to support her walking. She had her head hung low, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her head or look forward.

Many people instinctively looked away after taking one look, because the picture was too cruel.

“Isn’t this what has happened and is happening in many places?”

Sun Mo retorted.

The content of his painting, from the picture of hungry Sudan, once caused a sensation in the world. Because of this painting, various international organizations also increased their aid to this country.

The photographer won the Pulitzer Prize for this painting, but because he was scorned by people for not helping the little girl, the photographer blamed himself so much that he finally chose to commit suicide.

When Sun Mo saw this photo for the first time, he was deeply shocked. He felt that the softest part of his heart was touched.

In modern times, he is an ordinary person who has no say and cannot do anything he wants to do. But now, he is a famous master famous in all nine states!

What should I do!

Sun Mo's eyes swept over these people. They were all princes, princesses, and nobles. Five of them would become kings of five empires in the future. The words and deeds of these people would determine the lives of tens of millions of people.

Happiness or misery.

People who were seen by Sun Mo subconsciously dodge, not daring to look at him.

"A person can die in many ways, including being killed, committing suicide, or even being unlucky enough to fall and die while going out. But the most helpless and saddest thing is to die of starvation!"

Sun Mo chuckled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Every day you are well-dressed and well-fed, and the pet dogs at home eat several times more richly than some ordinary people, so you can't imagine that a person can starve to death, right?"

"Did you know? When a person is hungry, he can eat tree bark and dirt!"

Sun Mo saved face for King Qi, so he looked at Xia Taikang: "You are all people who have read poetry and books. You exchange children to eat, and analyze the bones to cook. This allusion does not need me to explain, right?"

"Teacher Sun, during the years of famine, we also vigorously provided disaster relief!"

Wei Wuan retorted, not wanting to take the blame.

"Then what?"

Sun Mo asked back: "You think if you do it, others can't blame you? What a stupid idea. After the people pay taxes, you have the obligation to protect their lives and property, instead of treating them as your leeks.

I want to harvest, but I don’t want to plow!”

Not to mention Wei Wu'an, the others also looked bad. After all, everyone is the top rentier class and has vested interests!

"I painted this picture just to let you remember that every meal you eat is the flesh and blood of the people, the bone marrow of the people. After eating, what you do will be worthy of this people's fat and oil."

boom!

Good words of gold and jade broke out.

Golden light spots splashed all over the sky, covering the entire Victory Square.

Many people were envious of the silence.

"What the teacher said is so good!"

Xian Yuwei worships.

"Yes, those in power should not blindly ask for things. The decline of every dynasty is due to excessive exploitation and loss of popular support!"

Helian Beifang lamented.

"Teacher, you did a great job, but in this situation, you will offend a lot of people!"

The sick man is worried.

"This is the responsibility that a famous teacher should shoulder. Is it possible that you don't say it because you are afraid of offending others?"

Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was good enough to be comparable to a saint.

"Sun Mo is also swollen, he doesn't know how high the sky is and how high it is!"

Han Cangshui sneered. Even if these people didn't say anything now, they absolutely hated Sun Mo in their hearts. After all, no one likes to be lectured.

Moreover, King Qi made it clear that he wanted to collect one of Sun Mo's famous paintings, but you drew such a thing. Are you disgusting?

Gradually, there were sounds from under the high platform.

"This painting is very educational, but it's a pity that it's not a famous painting!"

Some people regret it.

"Who told you this is not a famous painting?"

"Isn't this obvious? Famous paintings will produce wonderful paintings. One of the most important signs is that the paintings are no longer monotonous black and white, but in color!"

"You are really ignorant. This is obviously Master Sun's deliberate lack of color in order to enhance the artistic conception of the painting!"

The onlookers in the audience were arguing endlessly, but King Qi and his party on the high platform were well-informed and naturally knew that this was a famous painting, and the reason why it had no color was because Sun Mo had done it intentionally.

This kind of black and white coloring gives a more solemn and respectful feeling!

"Master Sun, such a famous painting is not matched by a famous poem. It is really a fly in the ointment, which is regrettable!"

Wang Zan spoke up and begged Sun Mo to write a poem!

King Qi smiled bitterly, the painting was a good one, but the implication was really embarrassing. It was like pointing at the monk and calling the thief bald. But Sun Aiqing was so powerful, even when she was cursing, she was so showy, instead of just saying "Er's mother"

!

Sun Mo had already prepared the draft, so he conveniently wrote a paragraph in running script on the lower left corner of the painting.

The peaks and ridges are like clusters, the waves are like raging waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside!

Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant and sad. Wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt.

When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.

"good words!"

Wang Zan praised it greatly.

Zeng Gongnian and Zou Yin sighed in their hearts and had no choice but to accept it!

Although everyone has experienced Li Ziqi's "One Hundred Poems in One Drunk" and has a solid understanding of Sun Mo's talent, now everyone suddenly realizes that it is not the complete body of Sun Mo.

"There are ten battles of talents in the world, and Master Sun alone has nine of them!"

King Qi sighed with emotion, and then bowed deeply to Sun Mo: "Thank you, Master Sun, for your teaching!"

When the others saw this, they bowed down even if they were reluctant. After all, King Qi had bowed down, so everyone felt good about it.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Xia Taikang.

At this moment, these writings suddenly flashed with golden light, and then light spots burst out and spread around.

When Xia Taikang was hit by the light spot, he felt a sense of shame and self-blame in his heart, and then he couldn't help but bow down.

"This...this is actually a famous painting with famous aphorisms?"

Taifu Su was stunned.

"ah?"

King Qi was confused.

Everyone also looked over. They had never heard of this term!
To be continued...