After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

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It is rainy in spring, and the bean-sized raindrops splash on the blue tiles. The rainwater forms a water column along the eaves, and falls to the ground continuously, splashing circles of water, nourishing everything on the earth.

Holding an umbrella, He Cuizhang rushed to the General's Mansion, and met Zhong Yuehong who had just arrived and several other lieutenants at the door. They shook the rainwater off the umbrella and patted their trouser legs.

"Is there something serious about calling us here so urgently?" He Cuizhang asked.

"We'll know when we meet the general," Zhong Yuehong said.

A few people nodded, and went to Yan Mingting with a damp body, only to find that the place for today's discussion was in the study.

On weekdays, everyone is used to being in the armory, where they can discuss matters and practice their skills at the same time. The chances of coming to the study room are really pitiful.

As soon as several people stepped into the study, they could smell the smell of brush and ink. He Cuizhang said: "Hey, my head starts to hurt. I feel dizzy when I read books."

Everyone laughed, and Zhong Yuehong laughed too. Seeing Yan Mingting turned his back to them, he cupped his hands and said, "General, we are here. What happened?"

After a long while, Yan Mingting came back to look at them, staring at them.

The atmosphere was very weird.

"Oh, you're here." Yan Mingting waved his hand and called them to him, "It's no big deal to find you, I just want to ask, how is the search for the doctor going?"

"The investigation is still going on, but people nearby say they have never heard of Bao Lun's name. I suspect that he didn't use his real name to see the doctor. And we went with the portrait, and the doctor didn't know him." Zhong Yuehong said.

"Speaking of this portrait..." Yan Mingting suddenly became interested, and pointed behind him, "How about this portrait?"

Looking up along the line of sight, everyone realized that Yan Mingting had been standing in front of a painting.

And that painting hangs high, the painting is full of mist, and clusters of colorful flowers are competing to bloom, which is really pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that no matter how good the painting is, for this group of warriors, it's like playing the piano against the cow.

Several people looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded perfunctorily: "Not bad, not bad, where did we just talk?"

Zhong Yuehong: "Speaking of portraits."

He Cuizhang answered: "Yes, I think Bao Lun's portrait is not well drawn."

"I have a very good portrait right here!" Yan Mingting said, "Come on, look at this."

He pointed to a certain place on the painting, and everyone came together to look at it carefully. Zhong Yuehong said, "Just this villain, is it a portrait?"

"Aren't the portraits supposed to be that kind of big characters?" He Cuizhang asked curiously.

"You don't understand, this is called artistic conception." Yan Mingting explained with emotion, "Look at this painting, it is done freely and in one go, and the spring scenery outside the city is vivid on the paper. Look at the people in this painting again. Isn't it an excellent portrait to set off this character with a large piece of scenery?"

He Cuizhang pondered: "But the characters are too small. This is clearly a landscape painting. People should be added casually."

Yan Mingting: "How can this be added casually? It is clear that the painter has him in his eyes, so he is placed in this painting and becomes the brightest embellishment. The so-called finishing touch is just like that! "