Chapter 63

Because Kong Rong had to spend a few days to "raise" food and grass, Zhang Feng and his group stayed for a few more days, while Liu Bei and his group stayed for a few days under Zhang Feng's affection.

Looking at the broken part, Liu Da'er's eyes turned red and he was about to cry again.

Zhang Feng hurriedly said that he would be captured by three thousand prisoners.

Liu Bei thanked him embarrassedly and asked quietly, "Do you still keep that mat?"

Zhang Feng replied: Hang it on the wall for people to admire.

Liu Bei blushed again: I'll throw it away. I was poor back then and couldn't take out any good things to send to my brother. After I returned home, my mother told me before she passed away that I was a relative of the Han Dynasty and after King Jing of Zhongshan, I could no longer do the things that made shoes and mats, and I would lose my identity.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, here he is here, this guy is starting to show off.

Then I should keep it. In the future, it was made up by the Han family and I would be more proud.

Liu Bei said, good brother, please spare me?

Zhang Feng said, that's fine, let's change something.

Liu Bei:...

Then I will give you a few good horses, how about it? When I was at Gongsun Zan, he gave me ten horses.

Yes, Youzhou and Liangzhou all produce good horses. And Lu Bu's so is there, it seems to be called Jiuyuan, and Inner Mongolia.

Zhang Feng said: Then I'm not polite, Qipi, anyway, you three brothers have them.

Liu Bei said: Brother, you have become bad. You were very honest back then.

Zhang Feng said: Yes, now I am called crazy, have you never heard of it?

Liu Bei: I have heard of it, but I never thought I was so crazy.

Zhang Feng said: People always need to change.

Liu Bei: Why not change better?

Zhang Feng said: People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

Liu Bei:..., it seems to make some sense.

After the last bargaining, Liu Bei gave Zhang Feng three Youzhou good horses and told Zhang Feng to deal with the mat.

Zhang Feng agreed and thought to himself, I am not stupid. I will sell it for thousands of times. My descendants will no longer have to worry about the antiques of celebrities. They are still royal.

Zhang Feng was very curious about Zhang Fei. This man from Zhuo County, a family of 500 years ago, was said to be both literary and military, but he didn't like to use his brain. He liked to solve the problem by using his fists and snake spears.

To be honest, Zhang Feng has a good impression of Zhang Fei, and his loyalty to Liu Bei is definitely more than Guan Yu, at least he has never surrendered to anyone. (Guan Er surrendered to Cao Cao without mentioning any conditions in history, although he finally chose to run away, I personally probably have something to do with Qin Yilu's wife...)

But this guy made Zhang Feng feel very funny, and he always liked to shout: "I am Zhang Yide, a Yan (eunuch)!"

Zhang Feng wanted to persuade him to change his lines so that others would not think that he and Zhang Rang were walking with each other.

"It turns out that it's Brother Zhiji. Come on, let's play a few tricks! Your reputation has been so famous in the past two years. I heard that you are extremely brave and as brave as crazy." Zhang Fei was talking to Guan Yu and the others in the yard without a word.

Guan Yu had not yet squinted his eyes and watched "Spring and Autumn" at this time. He probably didn't want to fight with Zhang Fei. When he saw Zhang Feng coming, he breathed out.

"Let's go, I've asked about something. It's not too late to let go." Zhang Feng was startled when he heard this. Although he might not be weaker than Zhang Fei, the influence of his previous life on him was already deeply rooted, and he subconsciously was afraid of fighting with such a person.

When Zhang Feng first met Lu Bu, he became depressed without taking action.

A shadow in my heart.

"Brothers, you don't have to be so polite. You can say something." Zhang Fei heard this, and inserted the snake spear into the ground with a sound, and fell deeply into the soil.

"Okay, I heard that Yide is good at painting beauties, take it seriously?"

Zhang Fei touched his big head, blinked his big watery eyes and said, "How did Zhiji know? Even the eldest brother didn't know about this."

Zhang Feng made up a random reason: "I met the Mi family in Xuzhou. His family has a shop. The owner is from Zhuo County. He said there is a butcher in the local area and it is very good to paint beautiful women. I don't know if it is Yide, so I came to verify it."

Zhang Fei smiled embarrassedly, "It was Lao Zhang. My father thought I was impatient back then, so he invited a gentleman to teach me how to study, trying to sharpen my hot temperament. But I was not interested in that at all and kept falling asleep. Later, I accidentally learned that the gentleman was good at painting, so the gentleman taught me the art of painting. It was not only beauties, landscapes, horses, and Lao Zhang. "

"Oh? Today is the meeting, Feng is brave enough. How about asking Yide to paint a picture for me?"

"What's wrong with you and my brother? Besides, my brother is also called you brother. You are my younger brother of Lao Zhang. Your surname is Zhang, so you are a family." Zhang Fei agreed, and while going to the house to get a piece of white paper and a package, probably for painting.

The paper is white and transparent, and there is a transparent seal sheet of "Puyang Zhang Family" in the lower left corner, which is produced by Zhang Feng's factory.

Seeing such a thick and powerful man picking up his pen and grinding ink, Zhang Feng couldn't tell what he felt.

I remember a motto called: "Zhang Fei pierced the needle, staring at him with big eyes."

This contrast is too strong, and it is like a handsome and gentle little girl who is just dancing with her hands and a pair of sledgehammers.

There was also a wooden frame on the stone table in the yard, with colorful and dry oil on it. I think Zhang Fei has good basic skills.

Zhang Fei calmed down and thought for a long time, then started writing, constantly embellishing the paper, and dipped some red, yellow and other oil colors into the wooden frame from time to time.

Soon, a beautiful woman in the palace dress with a half-sleeved sleeves covering her face, with a nice face and anger and joyful expression on the paper, and she was indeed lifelike.

Chinese figure painters advocate using the spirit to "the king's form", holding tightly on the eyes, gestures, postures and important details that are conducive to the transmission of spirit, emphasizing the distinction between the primary and secondary, with details and some details, details on facial gestures that convey emotions and the clothes and the clothes, details on the activities of the characters and their echoes of the environment.

This painting of Zhang Fei obviously has this style. The eyes of the person in the painting are a little color, which looks particularly bright, while the elbows are a little dark gray, highlighting the whiteness of the person in the painting.

There is also a pot of wine in the painting, with two cups. Looking at Zhang Daheizi's meaning, it should be that someone invites this woman to drink. This woman is embarrassed and covers her face with her sleeves.

"It's really good to paint! It's both physical and spiritual, Brother Yide is really good at it!"

Zhang Feng kept tsk, and Guan Yu was curious, so he came over and looked at him with wide eyes, with many surprises in his eyes.

Zhang Fei smiled stupidly and said, "I haven't painted for a long time, and my skills are all abandoned." His expression was obviously mostly proud.

"I wonder if there is really someone on this paper?" Even Guan Yu showed admiration and asked curiously.

"Yes! When I was traveling several states, I saw a lady in a family who opened a curtain in the car. So I glanced at it and was shocked and shocked to the heavens and could not forget it. Unfortunately, my sonorous side still doesn't know who he is, but I only know that his surname is Xia Hou." Zhang Fei was lost and unknowingly used his most annoying "literary" statement.

Dizzy, Zhang Fei is really, he has been obsessed with it all the time he met.

Wait, Xia Hou? Can't he be really Xia Houyuan's daughter, right? What's wrong with this? Destiny, it's really fate.

Looking at Zhang Fei's regretful look, Zhang Feng couldn't help but want to tell him, brother, don't interfere, this woman will be your wife in the end.

"Although this painting is good, there are paintings but not poetry. If you don't think of your poor literary thoughts, what if you write a poem for Yide?" Zhang Feng also became interested.

"I know the talent of Zhiji. I have seen Kong Xiaoer at the banquet that day. How could he have a clumsy statement? Come on." Zhang Fei stuffed his pen into Zhang Feng's hand with excitement.

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment and wrote: "The lotus is the face and the jade is the bone, and the side is the sonorous and painful every day. If you are destined to meet on the magpie bridge, don't let your youth be empty."

When Zhang Fei saw this, he shouted, "Good poems, good poems, you brothers are not in vain. This is what I think all day long. Come on, this martial arts are no longer the same. I ask my elder brother to drink together."

The screams were like a huge thunder blew in his ears, which shocked Liu Bei in the room to run out, thinking that Zhang Fei was in trouble again, and he was still holding two unfinished straw sandals in his hand.

When Liu Bei woke up, he hurriedly hid the soles of his shoes behind him, but everyone present saw it.

"Brother, why not get drunk today while you are happy?" Zhang Fei was so obsessed and didn't think much about it. He dragged Liu Bei out.

I just said that I would no longer "fuck this cheap man". In the blink of an eye, I was shocked by this fool and revealed my true colors. Liu Bei had no place to say, and I wished that Zhang Fei's ears would be as big as him.

Zhang Fei was also strong, and Liu Bei was carried away like a chicken. There was no place to hide the soles of the shoes in his hand. Although Zhang Feng looked elsewhere, he was full of jokes. Liu Bei wanted to cry again.

This is instinct, instinct, not what I want to do.

Liu Bei thought sadly.
Chapter completed!