Yi Tianxiang heard this, and then thought of him bullying the little prince.
He thought to himself: "I didn't expect the punishment to be implemented so quickly, hum, this bullshit emperor actually treated me like this for his precious son!" But he didn't regret it, even if he knew that there would be such a severe punishment, he would definitely snatch the panda doll without hesitation at that time.
He looked at other people's psychological emotions, no longer just from facial expressions and behavior, but really explored the resonance from the depths of other people's hearts.
He already understood that the young man in front of him really did not take the punishment that indirectly sentenced him to his future career in his eyes and take it to heart.
This open-mindedness and arrogance, with a kind of contempt for the powerful in the world, deeply touched Hua Lao's heart and aroused his resonance and appreciation.
At that moment, Hua Lao smiled and patted Yi Tianxiang on the shoulder and said: "Good boy, good nature, our thrush faction card maker should have this arrogance that does not bend his waist!"
Yi Tianxiang heard this, and was a little puzzled, and suddenly showed favor, and said: "Hey, old man, don't be bothered, let's start the first lesson quickly, young master, my time is precious!"
"Stinky boy, what attitude!" As he spoke, Hua Lao raised his fist. Yi Tianxiang ate a trench and a wisdom, how could he make a second mistake, he immediately shrank his head and retreated to hide.
"Ouch!" I don't want to be rewarded by the old painter.
"I said old man, don't hit my head, young master, you will become stupid if you always knock like this!"
"Hey, hey." The old monster laughed a few times, a playful look flashed in his eyes, took out the drawing board and brush, stuffed it into Yi Tianxiang, and said, "This is your first lesson, follow the previous framing, sketch with the real thing."
Yi Tianxiang looked at it and saw that it was actually two eggs, and he couldn't help but shout: "Old man, you are too nonsense, you actually taught me to draw eggs on the school system!?"
After hearing this, the old painter gave Yi Tianxiang another hammer and taught him a lesson: "Ignorant boy, as a card maker of the Thrush School, you must not only learn various painting skills, but also reach the point of perfection, otherwise how can you make cards?"
Under the powerful violent teaching, Yi Tianxiang had to give in and began to patiently learn to draw eggs.
One circle, two circles, change the paper.
Then, one circle, two circles, and another sheet of paper......
When the old man looked at it, the blue veins on his forehead were rising, and he raised his fist, bang bang!
Yi Tianxiang covered his head with three meat buns and squatted on the ground, tears streaming down his face. A loud roar sounded in his ears: "Are you an egg?! What about your composition? What about your proportions? What about your balance? What about your light and darkness?"
Yi Tianxiang raised his tearful eyes, and asked the old painter aggrievedly: "Isn't it just to draw an egg? But what is composition, proportion, balance, light and dark? You don't tell me!"
After hearing this, the painter understood that the kid in front of him had no foundation in painting at all, so he helplessly covered his face with his hands, constantly shaking his head and sighing, "Alas~ It seems that we have to start from the basics of the basics."
Weakly beckoning Yi Tianxiang over, Hua Lao gathered his mood, and patiently explained: "You come here, the composition is like this, and the proportions are so and so......"
Poor Yi Tianxiang, a top-notch science student in his previous life, had no interest in this slightest skill, listening to the old painter's nagging in the clouds, and he didn't know what to say. Painting next, naturally, attracted some corporal punishment teaching from the old painter.
After such a cycle, he finally stayed up until he went home in the evening, and Yi Tianxiang fled from the evil old pavilion like flying in the style of Shakyamuni.
"He is ***, too bitter, too terrifying", touching the meat bun on his head, Yi Tianxiang wanted to cry without tears.
What he didn't expect was that in the old pavilion, the old painter seemed to be dozens of years old all of a sudden, his eyes were dull, and he said to himself: "The best, the best, the best rotten wood!"
Walking on the road, Yi Tianxiang thought about how to deal with the punishment brought about by beating the prince.
"Hmph, I was disqualified from Xi Sheng, but fortunately, I got the allowance for 1oo gold coins, hehehe, but pity my single luxury apartment! That's how he left me."
"What official is only the third rank, ***, the emperor's son, when the young master I really commit a despicable mistake to be your subordinate, stupid x, when my cultivation is at its peak, I will be carefree and unscrupulous, then you won't come to flatter me?!"
"As for cleaning the four avenues in front of the four gates of the palace for three months, it is very tricky, if I really clean it, then this face will be lost, and it will be difficult to see people in the future!"
Yi Tianxiang was stumped, thinking that he couldn't hide, resist, and accept, so what should he do? There was really no choice, so I had to sacrifice a big character - drag!
If you procrastinate, you will lose patience, if you procrastinate, you will forget this stubble, and if you procrastinate, you will become a big thing or a small thing.
Just as he was thinking hard about countermeasures, two people ran around him and stopped him.
"Big brother!"
"Boss!"
Yi Tianxiang looked back and saw that it was none other than Xiaopang and the monkey.
I saw the two of them running over panting, shouting: "Boss, something is wrong."
"What's the matter, say it slowly!"
The second little one gasped, just like you took a bite, I said it in one breath. It turns out that the chef of Yuqing Fuman Building, one of the three major restaurants, has become famous since he was invited as the chef of the Imperial Banquet, and the restaurant is flooded with diners who come every day. The hotel owner is gradually becoming ambitious, thinking that this is not a good time to suppress the other two giants in the food industry, Shangri-La Hotel and Gu Yunhua Pavilion!
At the moment, it was decided to sweep away the food industry in the capital, and it was bound to squeeze out the forces of the other two families. In this way, it is natural to open more branches. So I coveted the aunt's restaurant in a great location.
If you want to buy a restaurant that you have worked hard to run for most of your life, how can the aunt agree? Negotiations and negotiations failed, so Yuqing Fumanlou relied on her tough strength to play martial arts.
These three hundred and sixty-five lines have their own doorways and rules. It is said to be a martial fight, but it is not really a force snatch.
In the evening of this day, ten rows of red-clad pedestrians walked out of Fuman Building, beating gongs and drums all the way, each line carrying a big slogan, and wrote: "Yuqing Fuman Building Chef Niu Jin to xxx Chef Challenge." The gilded characters are gorgeous and eye-catching. These ten people walked towards ten hotels and restaurants, all of which were famous restaurants or excellent geographical locations.
Opening ten branches at once is such a shocking gesture, and the ambition of the owner of the Fuman Building Hotel is also obvious, and passers-by know it.
Ten big men in red gathered at the door of the aunt's shop, holding high a challenge book, and the situation was compelling. The fat man and the monkey couldn't see it at first glance, so they persuaded the aunt not to go out rashly, and ordered the young members of the brotherhood below to block the group outside the door, so they quickly ran out of the store and looked for the boss!
Yi Tianxiang listened to it, and sighed secretly in his heart: "If it is really a blessing and a misfortune, the ancients did not deceive me." Hurriedly ran to the aunt's restaurant with the second child.
When he got there, Yi Tianxiang saw from a distance that the usually deserted store was full of onlookers. In the center of this crowd, there were ten big men in red who were wide and fat, and in front of them were more than 2o and a half years old, who were members of the brotherhood.
I saw them one by one leaning their necks up, stubbornly standing hand in hand at the small door of the small shop, and a group of fierce and vicious men were blocked like this.
These boys are all from homeless backgrounds, and they have begged and met all kinds of people on weekdays, and their mental quality is many times stronger than that of children of the same age. The days of suffering taught them to work together, so none of the people abandoned their companions and fled. The poor life taught them to be grateful, to eat well, to wear warmly, to know that the situation was critical, and everyone understood that the time had come to repay the kindness.
The big men in red complained in their hearts, and the surrounding people naturally did not dare to act roughly in full view. But if you don't do it, the task will not be completed, and the boss will not be able to explain it. A group of ten people couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.
Time gradually passed minute by minute, and the crowd gathered more and more, and 66 continued to hear the news and rushed over from outside. The brotherhood showed the powerful side of sincere unity in front of the world, and a few children of about 5o and 1o formed a small phalanx and blocked the door tightly.
The leader of the big man gradually became impatient, his brows stood up, and he thought in his heart: If he leaves a bad impression on the masses, he can slowly correct it in the future. The lesser of two evils, the big man rolled up his cuffs, strode forward, and decided to use brute force to push away the children, stuff them into the challenge book, and leave immediately.
The brotherhood phalanx couldn't help but commotion, and then quickly calmed down, and everyone looked at the leader with bright eyes. Rao is a man in his thirties, and he is also stared at.
Yi Tianxiang hid aside, inspected the brotherhood for a long time, nodded in satisfaction, and knew in his heart that it was too late to inspect and exercise, and it was time to appear, so he pushed aside the crowd, walked out, and shouted: "Slow down!"