"Being in charge of the imperial kitchen is probably a beautiful thing. I think it should be possible to have access to excellent ingredients from all over the world." Qin Yuelou said.
"So you agree?" Guo Houcong's brows were filled with joy.
"But I refuse." Qin Yuelou folded his hands and made an [x] shape, "What I, Qin Yuelou, like to do most is to say no to those who think they are self-righteous. Not to mention, what's so good about the imperial chef? A genius.
I want to be the royal chef."
"Why? Don't want to be the royal chef?" Guo Houcong looked strange when he heard this.
"Whether it's the emperor or the so-called queen mother, they don't care about the personality of the cooks, they only care about the food they cook. If they don't go well with them at all, they will kill them, and they will also be subject to other people's unspoken rules.
Bullying, I can't stand this kind of anger. With all due respect, if I encounter this kind of thing, I will definitely only do things that suit my mood." Qin Yuelou glanced at Guo Houcong and said,
"As an emperor, you know a lot of things that you don't know. If you don't believe it, you can just disguise yourself and go see other places in the palace to see if there is exploitation and oppression."
"What do you mean by this? Why do you say it is exploitation and oppression?" Guo Houcong asked Qin Yuelou.
"Hearing with ears is false, seeing with eyes is belief." Qin Yuelou said, and no longer cared about Guo Houcong, but he still said, "Your Majesty, let me call you Emperor for the time being. During the more than ten years of your reign,
Here, the world is not getting better as you think, and it is even worse than you think."
"Bold! Why do you dare to stand and speak now that you know it's the emperor?!" The guard who was hiding in the dark to protect the emperor couldn't hold back anymore. He jumped out and pointed at Qin Yuelou's nose, ready to start scolding.
But Qin Yuelou grabbed a small steamed bun and blocked his mouth.
The guard was about to curse but took a bite, and his lips and teeth were instantly fragrant.
Qin Yuelou flicked his fingers and then said: "So you might as well use your eyes to see."
After saying that, Qin Yuelou waved his hand, and the emperor and his guards returned to the palace half asleep.
And he looked into the distance.
There is something wrong with the latent dream there.
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"I'm not crazy, Lao Ai, listen to me. There are a lot of crazy people in the world. I'm definitely not crazy. I just don't want to go out. I just don't want to stand with Bi Keman.
It's just a place." The bearded painter was skinny, with a sallow complexion and sunken eye sockets. The clothes on his body exuded a strong rancid smell and were stained with ink, even his face.
The artist's small yard has also been neglected for a long time and is filled with fallen leaves and debris, including a lot of drawing paper that has been crumpled into a ball.
"No, why did you say that?" Lao Ai asked the painter who was huddled in the corner of the courtyard.
"You will definitely find it strange. I obviously admire Bikeman very much. With all due respect, although Bikeman's paintings are full of morbid brushwork, he is definitely a gifted person who can enjoy the food of the ancestors. Regardless of whether his paintings have
Regardless of his tendency, I am lucky enough to know him. He was just born at the wrong time, but he is definitely the most brilliant painter in the history of Dajing. There is no one. This is something I have believed from the beginning, even now.
That’s what I believe too.”
"But why do you want to break up with him? Are you even unwilling to appear in the same place with him?" Lao Ai asked the painter with a strange look on his face.
"Only people like Bike Man, who has superb drawing skills, can draw everything in a creepy and lifelike way. Whether it is wild cats and dogs or things we see everywhere, he can use his genius-like morbid strokes to draw freely and directly strike people.
The fear and fear passed down from generation to generation by the blood in the soul." The artist boasted unabashedly about Bi Keman's painting skills.
"The things drawn by low-level painters are not even as good as one of Bikoman's toes. Do you remember that what Bikoman is best at painting is faces, right? If Bikoman only pours out half of his talent in painting faces, anyone who gets it can do it.
To paint a lifelike face painting, I visited Bi Keman, and his paintings that were not recognized by the world were hung in every corner of his home.
At first I thought it was because there were many guests in his house, but then I realized that they were not real people, but people on the drawing paper."
"But what does this have to do with your breakup with Bi Keman?" Lao Ai asked the painter.
"Listen to me, don't interrupt. After I visited Bi Keman, I listened to his free and genius ideas and theories. Before I knew it, several hours had passed. Neither he nor I felt hungry or thirsty. His ideas were endless.
Like a spring that never dries up, he even took out all the other paintings he painted and showed them to me one by one. Those paintings...cannot be spread to the world.
"
The painter rested for a while before continuing.
"I can't describe to you what kind of paintings they are. He used the most ordinary brush, the most ordinary ink block, the most ordinary water, and the simplest and most casual splashing of ink. But what he did was
The words he painted are extremely horrifying and full of blasphemous horror. What he painted is simply unbelievably abominable, as if it exudes a sticky stench emitted by corpses decomposing in the dog days of summer. What do you want me to do with it?
I really can’t describe this in words.
He splashed ink randomly, and what he painted was not the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, but a deep and dense dark forest. In the forest, there seemed to be a terrifying monster with sheep's hooves.
He also painted a cliff facing the sea, and there seemed to be some green, incomprehensible, huge humanoid creature under the sea.
He also drew a tunnel made of red bricks. In the deep, dark cavity of the tunnel, there were intangible things that could not be explained.
Old paneled rooms, simple stone palaces... so many, each one a work of genius."
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"Lao Ai, don't interrupt. I haven't finished speaking yet. You can ask questions after I finish speaking. What I've said above is just the tip of the iceberg of his talent. It's the most frightening and allows you to detect his genius.
It is still the people he draws...
The people he painted were full of madness and deformity. At first, the deformed people he painted were nothing more than bulging fangs and protruding buck teeth, scattered in disarray. Their jaws were even more than five times wider than ordinary people, or they were like two-headed snakes.
The two-headed people, one behind the other, are like a troupe with so many deformed people gathered together. If those people in the painting appeared in the real world, they could even hold a special deformity prize that would attract enough attention.
However, as his skills became more and more refined, his morbid painting techniques and strokes even surpassed the category of "deformed monsters". Because... almost none of the characters in his paintings can retain a complete human appearance.
, but... almost every character has human characteristics to varying degrees.
Most of them stand upright on two legs and lean forward. They look like a group of dogs. They have smooth and textured non-human skin-like skin, which makes people feel disgusted, but there is no dog hair on their bodies.
Those things are still vivid in my mind! They were...forget it, don't ask in such detail. I will never say what they are eating."
"I haven't asked anything yet."
"The painting depicts them swarming in groups in graveyards or tunnels, fighting for prey! For them, those prey are treasures! Do you know Yu Qi's Rebellion? He is named after Yu Qi
The chaos is the background of the painting!"
The so-called Yu Qi Rebellion happened in the previous dynasty. At that time, there was great turmoil and a peasant uprising led by Yu Qi broke out.
What happened this time was that a bully at that time took a fancy to Yu Qi's younger brother's wife and wanted to rob the girl, but Yu Qi's younger brother taught the bully a lesson.
But the bully relied on his father being an official in the imperial court at that time, so he falsely accused and spread rumors that Yu Qi built a golden palace, embroidered a dragon robe, and prepared to proclaim himself emperor.
This incident was spread with great style and seriousness. It happened that there was already turmoil at that time, and rebel armies were rising everywhere. Yu Qibian was also forced by the officials and the people to rebel, and there was a huge uprising.
Then came the Yu Qi Rebellion, where corpses would be thrown into mass graves every day, and Qiu Ba gangsters could be seen everywhere killing anyone they didn't like.
All in all, it was turbulent and chaotic.
"Do you know? The painting with the background of the Yu Qi Rebellion used such vivid and hateful brushstrokes to depict those terrifying monsters?
Those monsters and wild dogs with animal heads and human bodies bite people's heads and suck their brains; those corpses in mass graves want to escape, but are knocked down by wild dogs; some living people accidentally enter them and pretend to be dead, but they end up killing them.
A wild dog that was digging for food ran away...
Piccolo's cartoons depict their eyesless faces! In other paintings, those wild dog monsters tear apart the corpses in the mass graves at night, sucking people's brains one by one, and even sneak into houses.
On the chests of sleeping people, ready to bite their throats,
They even take small children to mass graves and teach them how to live like them. They even exchange their own children with other children. Crazy! Crazy! Biko Manga can draw such a thing.
Paint! He must be crazy!
Lao Ai, do you know that Bikeman is crazy!"
"Calm down, calm down." Lao Ai comforted the painter.
"I can't calm down, Lao Ai, you know, the faces of those wild dogs have been lingering in my mind. They seemed to be people, but they were not people. I spent all night
I couldn't sleep, and kept thinking about the relationship between human faces and the features on the faces of those non-human things. Then I discovered that every painting he drew was like this.
The human parts of a person's face begin to gradually degenerate and alienate from beginning to end, until they finally become something that is not human at all, that is, those wild dogs.
They are as if they are suffering from a disease, from healthy to ill and then to terminal illness. Bi Keman's character paintings draw the entire disease process from the beginning to the end! Those dog-like things are originally people!
This is just what I saw. In the second studio, he continued to take me down. The paintings there... human beings have completely turned into prey and food, and the scary thing is that these paintings are convincing.
, his paintings make people feel that those wild dogs really live on the same land as us."
The painter's words gradually became crazy, gradually crazy, and he was afraid.
"In the second studio, I only saw the only painting. That painting was not carried on paper, but on the roof of the entire room. Standing under the roof, looking up, I
I saw it... It was a huge, indescribable evil thing.
The eyes glowed red, and the fingers like bone hooks tightly grasped a person, or... a piece of flesh that was once a human. The skin was torn and bloody, and it was no longer human. The monster was licking it like a child licking candied haws.
Head.
The monster was crouching on the ground. At a glance, it seemed as if it might throw away the prey in its hands at any time and pounce on fresher prey. And I was the fresher monster, and Bi Keman wanted to
Those who want to become that kind of monster, offer me as a sacrifice to the devout believers of that monster.
But what is most abominable, what makes this picture the source of all horror, is not the pointed ears, the bloodshot eyes, the flat nose, the drooling mouth or the dog-like face, nor the long
Hooked fingers with scales, a body covered with fungus, and feet that are half hooves. Although any of these features when added to the human body is enough to drive a sensitive person crazy, these are not the truly terrifying aspects of this painting.
.
What a wonderful painting skill that is, what a cursed, blasphemous, and extraordinary painting skill. In my life, I have never seen such a vivid, almost living thing on the canvas.
painting.
The monster was right there, seeming to be staring at me, chewing, chewing, and staring at me again.
It seems to be alive.
So I understood,
If a painter has no reference, he will never be able to draw something like this."
The painter paused and said no more.
"Old Ai, you ask me why I cut ties with Bikeman? That's because I heard the inhuman howling and the creepy chewing sounds under the floor of his studio. Bikeman looked at
I seemed to want to do something, but Bi Keman gave up. He took me out of the studio and said to me,
There are too many mice under the floor and in the walls of his house.
But I know that it is not a mouse, but a wild dog."
Lao Ai looked at the painter and shook his head: "Actually, my surname is Qin. Also, painter, do you still remember what you have painted?"
The painter shook his head.
Qin Yuelou picked up the scroll on the ground, unfolded it, smoothed it, and handed it to the painter.
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