Painter

Chapter 62: Chapter 62
Before arriving at Mao, Li Sijian got up and changed his clothes.He wiped his teeth with a piece of blue salt, and led the boy servant out the door.It was still dark in Xuandu, and the fog was heavy in the early morning of mid-spring. After walking a few steps, the clothes began to get damp. However, the spring breeze at this time was cool, and it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

Since begging for bones, he has stopped going to court, and he hasn't gotten up so early in more than ten years.Looking at the morning lights in the fog at this time, I suddenly felt full of energy, as if I looked younger by more than ten years.

He passed the East Corner Tower and arrived at Longjin Bridge. There are many kinds of miscellaneous food here. Various vendors sell fried lamb, fish head, wild fox, minced chicken, and roasted pig skin until midnight.But just wait until Maoshi, and these restaurants will open one after another.

After a hasty breakfast at Longjin Bridge, we headed north.Go to Jieshen Lane in the north of Gaotou Street, find the yawning shopkeeper, exchange some banknotes, and rush to Banrifang.

He rode a horse with a saddle bag hanging from the horse's belly.Inside the bag, there is a Tide Tide stone inkstone that I have never been willing to use. This inkstone is a spiritual thing, it can gather water vapor, and the ink ground in the inkstone will not dry for a long time.In addition to the inkstone, there is also a set of high-quality paintbrushes, sprinkled gold paper and colored ink, all of which have been collected for many years.

At this time, the sky was still not bright, and the cold moon above Xuandu City had not yet fallen.But thinking of what happened last night, Li Sijian's last trace of drowsiness was swept away.Those old painters stared at Li Chan's leaving back last night, just like a young man meeting the oiran of the Jiaofang Division.

He rode into the half-day workshop.The boy servant asked the peddler for directions and came back, pointing far away to Ximoju under the faint dawn. Li Sijian smiled on his face, clamped his legs, and walked calmly on the horse he sat on. He hummed: "On a peaceful day, Zhenghua is about to gallop, and the fish and dragon will turn into—”

Humming a song, he glanced at the boy servant leading the horse: "Jingsheng, when will the little fish and dragon be?"

The boy servant replied: "Go back to Li Gong, it will be tomorrow."

Li Sijian hummed, and said in a low voice to himself: "I happened to invite Li Lang to play..."

The horse was about to approach Ximoju, so Li Sijian got off his horse and walked, and walked under the big pagoda tree outside Ximoju, when he heard a light cough, Li Sijian was startled, saw Liu Jianjian clearly behind the tree, and he calmed down after a while. Taking a breath, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Liu Jian twirled his goatee with his hands, glanced at the heavy bag in Li Sijian's servant's hand, secretly thought something was wrong, and asked, "Then why are you here?"

Another greeting came from the darkness behind Liu Jianpan: "Sijian also came so early."

Another old man emerged from behind Liu Jianpan. It was Zhao Quan, who was from the Imperial Academy of Painting, and he bowed to Li Sijian.

With the dim light of the lantern, Li Sijian could see the dark circles under the eyes of the two people opposite him. He opened his mouth and murmured: "You two, you two..."

Liu Jianyan said, "Aren't you too?"

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, but calmly moved a few steps closer to the door of Ximoju.

Li Sijian glanced at the closed door of Ximoju, and lowered his voice: "Just the three of us?"

"There are more over there." Liu Jianpan pointed to the side of the street.

In front of the Cheese Shop on the street, an old man eating shortbread responded to the gazes of the three and cupped his hands away.

"You guys are really, really..." Li Sijian laughed loudly, but his heart felt as if he had eaten flies.These old things are considered to be people of some status despite their age, so why did they lose the slightest bit of restraint and wait at the door of others early in the morning.He laughed awkwardly, and said seriously: "We are the only four here? You didn't leak the news, did you?"

"Of course not." Liu Jianyan lowered his voice, "Not to mention anything else, Mr. Cao has also told you not to disclose the matter of painting repairs beforehand. It is related to the majesty of the saint. Who dares to talk too much?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Li Sijian breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered the boy servant to tie up the horse, and waited quietly by the door of Ximoju.

When the sky gradually dawned, Ximoju didn't intend to open at all, but people who passed by Banrifang cast some curious eyes when they saw a few old men at the door of Ximoju.

Several painters are famous painters, so many people passed by, and they were quickly recognized.Someone stopped curiously, wanting to see what these old men were waiting for.Interested people looked at the plaque of Ximoju, saw some clues, and waited behind Li Sijian and others.

It's just that the door of the store didn't open until the sun was up, and more and more people gathered.When the jugglers saw people gathering together, they followed them, using poles, stretching their muscles, pretending to be gods and ghosts, and playing illusions.

For a while, many people were attracted.

In the early morning when Ximo lived outside, it became extraordinarily lively.

All the old painters complained secretly, but none of them was willing to give in half a step.They kept silent about Li Chan's affairs, but the people who watched the fun talked about a lot of rumors.

Outside the crowd, a bhikkhuni wearing a fake bun on his head passed by. Seeing all kinds of beings bustling around, he couldn't help asking the surrounding people curiously: "Hey, what are you all looking at?"

The rumors spread to the spectator's ears layer by layer, and they have been polished many times.He turned his head and saw the girl's pretty face, and felt a bit exaggerated, and said seriously: "This is a long story. Have you seen that place? Ximoju!"

Lianyi saw the words on the door plaque from a distance, and said word by word: "Ximoju...what?"

"That place is amazing! It's been almost half a month since it opened, and it's only been open for a day now. Guess why?"

"why?"

"It is said that a certain god-ranked Danqing is living here in seclusion. Otherwise, who would let Liu Gong and Li Gong wait like this?"

……

Li Chan was awakened by the noise outside, turned over and lifted the quilt, looked out the window, and squinted her eyes from the early morning sun.By the window, Qing Yacha popped her head out of nowhere, and whispered: "Ah Lang, there are many people coming outside again."

Li Chan murmured in confusion, yawned, and took out a willow branch soaked in salt water from the clay pot, chewed it in her mouth, and listened to the movement outside.

Sao Qingniang said: "Ah Lang better go out and have a look."

"What's wrong?" Li Chan woke up a little bit, and listened carefully to the movement outside.Most of the painters in Xunning Palace will come over today, but the commotion outside is too loud.

He spit out willow branches, put on a coat, went to the front room, and unbolted the door.As soon as he pushed the door open, a burst of anger rushed in through the crack of the door. His eyes were dazzled, and black heads filled the sky and covered the sky.

"Li Lang!"

"Li Lang!"

Several old painters with dark circles around their eyes tried to come closer.

Li Chan regained consciousness, quickly closed the door, and fastened the latch again.He turned his back to the store door and looked around at the scrolls on the walls and shelves.

Hong Yao asked: "Ah Lang, they are..."

Li Chan said calmly: "I came to ask for a painting."

Xu Da said sharply: "Ah Lang, Ah Lang, are we going to be prosperous? We will be so prosperous and rich in money... Well, these paintings are all sold..." After speaking, Xu Da's voice trembled, and there was a lot of excitement between the rafters. There was chirping and cheering.

Song Wuji was floating in the air, his flames quivering: "All, all sold, then, how much is it, how much?"

Xu Da shouted: "Alang sells paintings, at least three or four paintings."

Song Wuji said: "Okay, okay! Here is one, one, two, three, three, three, three..."

"Stupid, let alone a hundred paintings!"

"Isn't that... three, three..."

"There are three 400 taels of silver."

"Three, three 300 taels?"

"I can't sell it." Sao Qingniang came out from the backyard dressed in red.All the monsters fell silent, she walked to the wall, wiped off the dust on the painting, and said softly: "I need to pay more."

(End of this chapter)