"This is the true brushwork of Lady Cui, as vivid as those of yours, as if her true appearance was depicted. Those imitations out there cannot depict such a beauty and expression!" Anshun Bo Xue Yan unfolded the painting presented by Wang Xiangzhen, twisted the silk edge of the painting with his hand, and exclaimed in admiration.
Guan Yu in the picture has a face as red as a date, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and looks majestic; Zhao Yun is gentle and handsome, not as sharp as other young heroes, but with a bit more clarity and loyalty.
It is indeed a painting by Cui Meiren. Although the brushwork is a little weak, it is not inferior to the ancient masters Gu Changkang and Wu Daozi in depicting the spirit and appearance.
This was a hero he had painted out of thin air. In the previous portrait, it looked like a little Wang Xiangzhen was standing in the painting, as if he was about to shoot an arrow at someone!
Xue Yan admired the paintings for a long time before he looked up and smiled at Wang Xiangzhen who presented the paintings: "Although this is a filial act from you, as an elder, I cannot accept it for nothing. You spent so much money to get these two paintings, I must give them to you, and you cannot refuse!"
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