Chang'an is good

Chapter 115 Really Lucky

Surprised in his heart, Yuan Xiang didn't show any strange color on his face, nor did he glance around, he just answered "yes" in a low voice, then silently exited the crowd and went downstairs.

"It's not easy to let the guests in the building leave here within an hour." Yuan Xiang told the subordinates who were guarding downstairs, "If someone insists on leaving, they should secretly make people follow and watch, and they must not let their nonsense."

This is the meaning of General Chang, and also the confession of the governor.

Before the situation is clear, all voices in Dengtai Tower must be blocked within this door, and a word must not be heard.

After explaining the matter, Yuan Xiang ordered a few more confidants to follow, and the group of people quickly disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the summer night.

Not long after Yuan Xiang left, a young man with a white face and beardless came to Dengtai Building.

The schoolboys guarding the first floor already had a rough idea of ​​what happened upstairs, and when they were about to apologize for not stopping him, they saw that the other party took out an invitation card.

"Come here at the order of my servant..."

Si Gongtai Yu Changshi?

too clean--

Whether it was the poems, or the act of holding them in front of her.

Since she said that the red bean picture was not drawn by her, it must not be drawn by her.

Yao Yi, who was standing behind the girl who had just started painting in front of the desk, asked Qiao Jijiu in a low voice: "Jijiu, how is Mrs. Chang's painting skills?"

Seeing that Mrs. Xie was also there, she had a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"Yes."

Right now, the only thing that can break this situation is the truth.

Yao Yi took another look at the picture of the half-rolled red bean held in the man's arms.

Yao Yi frowned slightly: "It's hard to say?"

It doesn't matter whether this teacher apprentice banquet has become a poetry club, or the previous arrogant actions, in the final analysis it is just because someone is willing to support it.

Thinking that once the things Chang Suining draws are out of shape, she has already committed the disease of being embarrassing for others!
But embarrassing and light...

The sage asked her to come, and his original intention was to check for leaks.

She subconsciously looked around at the people present.

But he has a lesson to tell...

"It is not easy to spread the color ink on such a huge landscape..."

Behind the hanging veil, those eyes scanned the scene in the building.

This lady Chang acted in an overly flamboyant manner, and it was inevitable that she would offend others... It was not surprising that she encountered such trouble today.

That is, she must not destroy the word "Xin" in front of the scribes, leaving the messy impression that these scribes were exposed for lying and sophistry.

What made her want to sneer was that no matter how capricious some people were, there was always someone who would take care of everything for that person behind the scenes.

Obviously, he avoided trouble with his heart.

"Sister Chang, do you need anything else?" Seeing that Chang Suining temporarily stopped writing and looked at the book case, Yao Xia asked in a low voice.

The slim woman, wearing an autumn-colored dress and a light gauze curtain on her head, led the maid up to the second floor.

After that, there are more common plant colors such as green and green.

Seeing this, everyone had guesses.

"My family servant often ordered the villain to come and tell me that the sage sent the female history of the Ming Dynasty to come out of the palace privately to enjoy poems..."

Ming Luo closed the poem book, a silent sneer flashed in his eyes.

As for the true spread of colored ink, it is only a matter of a few decades.

"What chair to move?" Qiao Jijiu glanced at Chang Kuo, a layman, "You have to stand and draw."

Therefore, in his eyes, there will be no second result.

This is not surprising. Although Qiao Yang offered wine for the Imperial College, although he seemed a little out of tune on the surface, how could a person who was once the number one scholar and served as an aide and military adviser under the former prince's command be on some sensitive matters? They are careless and reckless people.

Dengtailou is not a shabby place, and Chang Suian quickly found a full range of colored inks for his sister.

Especially when I heard the last one, I understood it thoroughly.

Someone upstairs took another look, but they had no time to find out the identity of the woman.

This painting is about Chang Suining's reputation and innocence.

"what……"

"This is not painting." Qiao Jijiu said with a sigh and helplessness: "It is being forced to 'prove' the so-called innocence."

Ink landscapes are more likely to create a natural artistic conception. If it is painted landscapes, the color matching is particularly important. If the color skills or natural aesthetics are insufficient, not only will it not add color, but it will easily appear cluttered and chaotic, which is really superfluous.

The servant was taken aback.

"General Chang, my family servant confessed to the villain..."

Although the crowd of onlookers were curious, they still had a sense of proportion, and they didn't get too close to the girl who was painting, so as not to disturb her.

On the second floor, although everyone gathered in front, none of them got too close to Chang Suining, so they couldn't really see what she drew.

The person who came was Yu Zeng's confidant, so he would not be a dull person. As soon as he entered the second floor, he noticed that the atmosphere was different. He saw that many people gathered around the center of the second floor for some reason. Before he could investigate, he found Chang Kuo first. .

In this way, he doesn't have to choose any more, he just needs to keep her safe and sound.

He felt that Mrs. Chang's calmness did not appear to be faking.

understood.

She was very curious whether the other party's good luck could support the other party to break through this predicament that was clearly prepared.

Before he could ask any more questions, Qiao Jijiu had already walked back.

He has never been a person who likes to join in the fun, and it is rare to allow himself to be in such a hustle and bustle for a long time.

Qiao Jijiu had just received the letter, but at this moment he didn't respond much, he just said: "Then don't say anything, just invite people to come up."

Yao Yi: "..."

At that time, people painted landscapes, especially huge landscapes, mostly with ink and wash.

Until she heard some surprised and curious voices above her head.

For example at this time——

At this time, Chang Suining was only surrounded by Yao Xia and a few girls who were in charge of pen and ink.

She didn't forget her errand on this trip, she settled down to read those new poems.

Still can't handle it?
Qiao Jijiu sighed: "I don't know."

Ming Luo looked towards the place where the crowd gathered.

No one was discussing poetry, not even a few people were drinking, and everyone was standing or standing everywhere, but most of the attention was obviously on the enclosed area in the middle of the building.

After flipping through dozens of articles one after another in a staggered manner, Ming Luo felt concerned.

"I still want to make a color ink painting..."

Therefore, Qiao Jijiu, as a teacher, felt the same as him at this time——

Thinking of this, Wei Miaoqing couldn't help but said, "Aren't you going to take a look, brother?"

I don't expect to amaze the four. After all, these four are not just the four. If you want to amaze these people, you have to be Wei Shilang at the beginning.

So, I just hope she is telling the truth...

Since Qiao's sacrificial wine is so beautifully made, she can better communicate with the saint, which is naturally not a bad thing——

This teacher apprentice banquet will become a broken bridge, stopping her at this point, making it impossible for her to move forward.

Qiao Jijiu understood as soon as he heard it, he just nodded and said: "Understood, just reassure him."

Those who beat people well are mostly lacking in literary skills... Of course there are those who are both civil and military, but since they are singled out and coined as a word of praise, it just shows their scarcity.

Chang Kuo urged the servant beside him: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you hurry up and move a chair?"

Mrs. Xie frowned imperceptibly because she felt that there was a discrepancy with her guess.

The art of painting, when it first started, only had the color of ink and wash.

The young servant had no choice but to find Qiao Yang.

Chang Kuo, who was worried and breathless, ignored him, interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and dismissed him: "Talk to Qiao Yang if you have anything to say!"

Qiao Yang stood at the innermost part of the crowd, or stood next to the calligraphy table painted by Chang Suining.

Ming Luo nodded slightly: "It's time to work."

He naturally knows that women's fame is very important, but he knows even more that, to her, there is something far more important than women's fame tonight——

At this time, a bookboy walked over quickly to salute, and said in a low voice: "Jiujiu, the female history of the Ming Dynasty is here...but she came in ordinary clothes, saying that she didn't want to disturb the guests in the building."

Thinking of this possibility, Yao Yi had mixed feelings in his heart. Although he couldn't say which of the two choices was right and which was wrong right now, it would be a pity if he had no choice.

And the next moment, as she shifted her gaze slightly, she saw a familiar figure of a young man.

Those outlines should also fill the entire rice paper.

Hearing the discussions around, Wei Miaoqing became inexplicably nervous, and then looked at Chang Suining who was being watched by countless eyes, and felt a cold sweat for the other party - if it were her painting, so many people stared at her. Look, she might not be able to draw even a bird dropping!

How important this is, she may not be clear at this time.

When the book boy heard this and saw the invitation, he respectfully saluted and invited him upstairs.

There was a burst of unexpected discussions all around.

After Ming Luo listened, a pair of willow eyebrows moved slightly behind the veil.

As a Guozijian offering wine, he is well aware of this, and Suining reminded him as early as when the apprenticeship feast had just turned into a poetry meeting.

As for the poems that have been recorded and transcribed, there are also special personnel in charge of checking to ensure that no insinuations will be circulated.

Seeing the familiar servant, he stepped back temporarily and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Does the teacher not even have the most basic understanding of the students?
Qiao Jijiu sighed again: "I haven't taught this for a few days...it's just the beginning. It's nothing more than reading history, reciting poems, fishing..."

One is that this is the mainstream of contemporary landscape painting, and the other is...Color ink is rare and precious, and it is not something that ordinary poor literati can afford, let alone spend on huge paintings.

Yao Yi looked at Chang Suining worriedly.

But the really funny thing is that Yuan is just an orphan girl.

But now this girl in the vortex of "self-certification" has chosen a huge color ink landscape - to really paint such a painting, the experience of color ink painting and the talent for aesthetics are probably indispensable.

She is not a person with no information, so she naturally knew that Cui Jing had also come to this teacher apprentice banquet, but what she never expected was that he still hadn't left at this time.

Ming Luo sat quietly and waited.

Just looking at the picture of a young girl with red beans, the use of color is not really clever, but it's just a bright look.In all fairness, there is nothing too surprising about the artistry of the painting, as you can tell it is a boudoir childish work at a glance.

Ming Luo sat down, fixed his eyes on the man holding the painting and describing the mess for a moment, and didn't understand what happened for a while.

What a stroke of luck...

The maid beside her understood, and quickly found out the details from the crowd.

But judging from the situation, the atmosphere does not seem to be simple.

The structure is so big, is it to paint landscapes in ink and wash?
Is it to deliberately avoid the red bean color ink picture of a girl with too much boudoir atmosphere?

"What am I going to do? There are so many eyes watching, and I can't draw for her." Wei Shuyi's face was relaxed: "Too many people surround her, and she will feel uncomfortable."

They obviously got Qiao's confession to offer wine. Although they knew Ming Luo's identity at this time, they didn't say anything. They just put the poem in their arms on the small table in front of Ming Luo, and said in a low voice: "This is written by all the guests today. For the poems, I invite the female historians to appreciate them."

At this moment, two prison students came over and blocked her view.

The maid turned back, explained the incident to Ming Luo in a low voice, and finally said: "...Currently Mrs. Chang is painting to prove her innocence."

Only when the painter stands can he look squarely at the outline and structure.

Chang Sui An, who was standing by the side, immediately said: "Color ink... I'll go find it!"

But it is impossible to be so clean and beautiful.

That's why he told early in the morning that those inmates who worked hard and didn't use it for nothing were guarded in various places, paying attention to whether there were any crazy words, and whenever they heard them, they had to be reminded and dissuaded. If they insisted on causing trouble, Then I will not send it far away.

"This……"

Ming Luo raised his brows slightly.

In contrast, those who looked down on the third floor had a panoramic view of the images drawn by the girl.

But no matter how much good luck you have, if you don't know how to cherish and make good use of it, it will be exhausted.

The book boy quickly went downstairs to invite someone.

Qiao Jijiu shook his head.

Yao Yi: "?"

But even if they are not close, some people can see that the girl who painted first sketched a simple outline on the rice paper that covered the entire book case.

Seeing that he had a plan in place to deal with it, the servant who came to convey the message for Yu Zeng felt relieved, so he had no time to ask: "Madam Chang is...painting?"

The two left after saluting.

Some literati who think that everyone is drunk and I am sober always like to use poems to get some untimely limelight, or use some wine to speak crazy words-after they go crazy, they leave the mess to the host family to clean up afterwards.

Mrs. Xie stood in front of a group of women, quietly looking at the young girl who seemed to be carefully drawing the outline.

Yao Yi worriedly looked at the girl's back.

Just because it was picked up by His Royal Highness the former crown prince, he gained these benefits and favors that others could not touch for nothing.

Wanting to get closer to the majestic mountains and rivers, choose ink and wash instead of colored ink, what is it if it is not a guilty conscience?
It would be too naive to just rely on this to muddle through.

Not even sure what she could draw.

"Colorful ink." Chang Sui Ning said.

Although it is not rare anymore, and there are many excellent color ink paintings, but people at that time were really good at ink painting, especially when painting landscapes——

But this is not the first time he has "made an exception"——

otherwise……

Let's not mention how much skill he has, but in front of everyone, this courageous posture is the first to stand up!
It is not a bad thing to have courage, but if the ability cannot support the courage, it will inevitably end up in a situation where you are overconfident and laughable.

At this moment, those surprised voices came from their mouths.

The reason why people are surprised is because they saw something unexpected——

Standing behind Chang Suining, Qiao Jijiu and Yao Yi both sensed the difference, they took a few steps forward at the same time, and fixed their eyes on the drawing paper spread out on the desk.

At a glance, Qiao Jijiu was startled suddenly.

　Good night everyone, I should be able to finish writing this plot tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)