Painter

Chapter 37: Chapter 37
Pingkang Square, north of Jiangdu Palace, has a quiet environment. Zhong Huaiyu walked through the Liuyin tooth path in Furong Pond, entered from the south gate of Pingkang Square, passed Chayun Temple and Princess Lingzhen's Mansion, turned west at the cross street, and passed The armory station at the entrance of Laoya Lane came to Su Mansion.

The Deputy Observer in Su's residence, surnamed Su Yuxiang, named Jiangzhen, is a master in the literary world, and has made a lot of achievements in painting, especially good at painting Zhu Zhu.

Dayong has a tendency to form associations, Su Xiang is an official in Xuandu, and founded a cloud and clay club to exchange painting skills with friends.As Su Xiang's nephew, Zhong Huaiyu found a good painting at Banrifang a few days ago, just as he heard that his uncle had invited some friends today, he brought the painting to visit.

Zhong Huaiyu entered the Su Mansion with the doorman. There was a lotus pond in the backyard of the Su Mansion. There were still lotus in the pond. There were servants serving wine and food in the waterside pavilion by the pond. The female relatives were playing the piano on the west side, and more than a dozen literati were drinking and talking on the east side.

Zhong Huaiyu looked from a distance and recognized several faces.The one in the dark blue round neck robe was Uncle Su Xiang, and the one in the frosty white crane cloak seemed to be Shen Zhi.There is also an old man playing the piano, with a flushed face and an unruly goatee. He is Han Xuandi, who is known as the Immortal of Poetry.

Zhong Huaiyu is a scholar, and only on this occasion can he meet many famous people.Looking into the crowd again, there was a man by the railing, wearing a crow blue robe, listening to Han Xuandi playing the piano with Shen Qingteng.The man is about 40 years old, tall and slender, with clear eyebrows and dark skin.

Xu Yingqiu!Zhong Huaiyu looked down at the scroll in his hand. When he bought the painting a few days ago, he found that the ink was slightly new.Looking at it today, it turned out that Xu Yingqiu was really in Xuandu, so the line of poems in this painting must have been inscribed by him a few days ago.

Zhong Huaiyu was overjoyed, he had bought Xu Yingqiu's new painting, which was a good thing, and he could show his face in front of all the celebrities.He stepped forward to greet his uncle and several elders, and he stepped aside to communicate with his peers, not in a hurry to express himself.

Han Xuandi is drunk and looks wild, playing a piece of breaking music.In the lotus pond, the koi suddenly gather and disperse, creating ripples.

Beside the waterside pavilion, Xu Yingqiu listened attentively, and said: "The music of breaking the formation is sonorous and passionate. It was originally a music for boosting morale, but after being played by Han Twelve, it is lonely and desolate. It makes people feel like seeing a broken halberd and a broken flag."

Shen Qingteng said with emotion: "The sorrow of the drum and piano, Zhang hurriedly tuned it down."

Han Xuandi knew his fate in his old age, and his beard and hair are all white. He is very talented, but his experience was very rough. He was proud of his youth and was once admired by Princess Lingzhen. Unfortunately, he was on the wrong team before the sage came to the throne. That is, the sage is magnanimous, He has a high literary reputation and is a practitioner, so he saved his life, but he doesn't have to think about his official career.

Qin Zhang urgently called him a good talent, but the piano tune called him inferior. Han Xuandi was so talented but had no place to display his ambitions, so Shen Qingteng felt this way.Xu Yingqiu smiled and said: "Fortune can't be forced, Shen Gong has been wasted for many years, and now Heyi is pointing directly at him."

Shen Qingteng shook her head, "It's just a messenger, it's better to be free in Yujing."

Xu Yingqiu asked: "The sage is about to tour the west, how many people from Buddhism and Taoism will accompany him?"

Shen Qingteng said: "The Taoist Xuankong Temple and the Qingque Palace, and the Buddhist Great Bodhi Temple are all accompanied by people with great supernatural powers. Some of the younger generations in the practice world have already arrived in Xuandu."

Xu Yingqiu said: "The sage took Manchu civil and military to the west of the country. Such a feat has never been seen in a thousand years. The monsters from the foreign lands will never let this opportunity go, but since the sage has made a decision, he must have the confidence to sway the evil spirits."

At this moment, someone in the water pavilion said: "Today, all the gentlemen are gathered together, Jiang Zhen can't begrudge pen and ink for whatever she says."

"We don't talk about state affairs today." Shen Qingteng smiled at Xu Yingqiu and went to the east side of the water pavilion.

In the middle of the waterside pavilion, Su Xiang said: "Gentlemen, please allow me to make a fool of myself first. Today, all the gentlemen in the Yunni Society are gathered together. Why don't you hold a painting fair. Let's take a look at any new works you have recently?"

When everyone started talking, Zhong Huaiyu took the opportunity to approach Xu Yingqiu, introduced himself, and said: "I have admired you for a long time, and today I finally saw your true face. I didn't expect you to come to Xuandu. It's a coincidence. A few days ago, the younger generation was playing in Banrifang, and saw a new poem written by Mr.

Xu Yingqiu said with interest: "Oh, which poem?"

"The younger generation happens to remember it." Zhong Huaiyu said with a smile: "The picture of "Cat Playing Candles" says 'The raccoon does not know the hardships of life, but only uses the candlelight as a firefly'. Mr.'s poems are very elegant and meaningful. After one time, I will write down everything verbatim."

Holding the painting scroll in his hand, he only waited for Xu Yingqiu to ask him where he saw that poem, and then exaggerated the story of the beautiful woman selling the painting.He only said that the shopkeeper didn't take this painting seriously, but he saw that the painting was precious, so he didn't hesitate to buy it with a lot of money.

"Little raccoons don't know how to make a living, so they only use candles as fireflies?" Xu Yingqiu shook his head and laughed, "I don't remember when I wrote this poem. I must be old and have a bad memory."

Zhong Huaiyu was taken aback for a moment, Xu Yingqiu was well-read and knowledgeable, how could he forget his poems.I immediately understood that the ink marks on this painting were still fresh, and it turned out to be a fake.He subconsciously hid the painting behind his back, blushed and said, "So there was a misunderstanding, ashamed, ashamed."

"It's okay." Xu Yingqiu smiled, "The way of painting is elegant, but you are still young, so don't indulge in it."

"Sir, that's the lesson." Zhong Huaiyu bowed his head in embarrassment, wishing he could throw the painting in his hand away.

At this time, someone in the water pavilion said: "I have a painting for you to appreciate."

The speaking scribe took out a picture of wintersweet and spread it on the table.In the painting, the branches of wintersweet are vigorous, and the frost is proud of the snow, but the painter's brushwork is careless. Zhong Huaiyu looked at it from a distance and felt that it was mediocre. Regardless of the poem, the picture of cats playing candles he brought is obviously better.

(End of this chapter)