kill the immortal

Chapter 33, Chapter 33, Painting, Poetry
Yunhu West Garden, behind the screen on the second floor.

Huanxi was sitting upright playing the piano, while Wenren Jinping was listening to the conversation outside, her position could not be seen from the outside, only Huanxi could be seen on the screen, while Wenren Jinping was He could also see the positions of An Yan and Layman Nanchuang.

A drawing board was set up in front of her, and she felt a little troubled at the moment, she originally wanted to secretly draw a portrait of Nanchuang Layman, so that she could look up to her in the future.

And An Yan is here now, as her future husband, she seems to be able to draw a picture for him, and I don't know how he will react when he sees it.

Taking advantage of the gap, Huanxi turned her head and smiled and said, "Miss, what are you struggling with, why don't you draw them both."

Wenren Jinping shook his head: "How can I have so much energy? My drawing skills are average, so I can only try my best to describe one person's appearance..."

After thinking about it, Huanxi said: "Then let's draw it for Nanchuang Layman. Mr. An will become Miss's husband in the future, there are many opportunities."

After Wenren Jinping heard the words, he also felt that it was reasonable, so he made up his mind.

There will be opportunities in the future...

She looked in the direction of An Yan, and saw that he was sipping tea, and suddenly felt ashamed of her own thoughts, her face turned red involuntarily.

I don't know if I can see his works again in this poetry meeting... But if Nanchuang Layman Zhuyu is in front, no matter who is present, it will be overshadowed.

Wen Ren Jinping picked up the pen, and the ink was hanging in the air, but he didn't put it down for a long time.

"The people present here are all well-educated and talented people from Luoyang, and it is difficult to invite them on weekdays. This time, they also heard that Layman Nanchuang is coming to Luoyang, so they are willing to sit with me, just to see the elegant demeanor of the layman."

As soon as this remark came out, many people smiled and chuckled: "Brother Yun Jian, you have called me an unreasonable person. Normally, if you hear someone shouting at Yun Jian, who would dare to put on airs, but today someone Layman Shen from Nanchuang is here, even if Brother Yunjian doesn’t invite you, we will have the audacity to come here on our own.”

Everyone agreed in unison, and laughter gradually rose during the meeting.

Shen Rong bowed his knees slightly, his eyes swept over the people present, and when he saw An Yan, he paused slightly and nodded his head to indicate that she felt that the seat An Yan was sitting in was a bit special, so close to the people who heard it, it might be his son.

"Your knees are no more than a widow, and I can't afford to be loved by everyone. When I was far away in Yunzhou, I had always heard the name of admonishment. How dare I call you a layman in front of the true Buddha? I hope everyone will not lift your knees up." .”

After finishing speaking, some people said that Layman Nanchuang should not be too self-effacing.

Xuan Tang's literary style was very prosperous, and people like Wenren Yun Jian will be famous in the future, but there are not many people who can surprise the world with their poetic talents, even if they dig through the thousand years of history.

At this moment, the maids came out, each holding a tray in their hands, offering melon and fruit snacks to the guests, plus a jug of wine.

An Yan concentrated on savoring the newly delivered food, listening to the courtesies of the people present.

"Mr. An, why are you only focusing on eating?" Huanxi caught a glimpse of An Yan's appearance during a break, and whispered to Jinping, who heard it.

"Layman Nanchuang finally came to Luoyang, but he doesn't seem interested."

Wen Ren Jinping smiled softly: "At the poetry meeting before, he seemed to be the same way. He didn't want to pay much attention to the affairs of outsiders. If it didn't concern him, he would immerse himself in his own world."

Huanxi couldn't help but giggled and said, "Miss, did you notice Mr. An at the last poetry meeting?"

Wenren Jinping glared at her: "Stop talking nonsense!"

At the last poetry meeting, she really didn't care about An Yan at first, but she remembered many things afterwards.

It's not that An Yan is not interested in Layman Nanchuang, when this woman first came up, he also looked at her a few more times because of her beauty, but this woman is obviously more interested in Wenren Yunjian.

The poetry meeting also introduced a theme. The gifted scholars here chanted eastward and westward, each poem was reflected on the paper, and An Yan was also savoring it carefully. It was indeed more ingenious than the last poetry meeting.

An Yan just listened silently, Yu Huanzhang shook his head among the crowd, and the admonishment from the people in the main seat only cheered for the crowd.

Some people were looking forward to Shen Rongji's poems and essays, but Shen Rongji smiled lightly and shied away: "Most of the poems and essays I wrote in the past were sad for the spring and autumn, and I'm afraid it will spoil your elegance."

Then someone said: "It's a blessing for us if we can hear Master Shen's works. How can we lose our interest!"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him expectantly, Shen Rong had no choice but to nod in response, and began to think about it.

The banquet was quiet for a moment, no one disturbed, even the sound of the piano behind the screen stopped, Wenren Jinping and Huanxi silently watched Shen Rong's knee movements together.

Light smoke lingers on the incense burner, and ripples float in the teacup.

The green willows sway gently outside the window, and the cloud lake is like a mirror.

The soft hair is soaked in ink and brushed on the soft rice paper.

After a cup of tea, she saw her writing on the paper. Some people couldn't help but craned their necks to look up, and some of the famous people in the main seat watched with interest.

When Shen Rong put down the pen on his knees, Wenren Yunjian also motioned for the maid to come forward to pick it up.

Someone couldn't help shouting: "Brother Yun Jian, don't make me wait, read it quickly."

Wenren Yunjian laughed lightly, and said in a loud voice: "The embroidered curtains on the forehead of the phoenix are rolled up, and the beast rings and vermilion houses are shaking frequently. Two poles of red sun are on the flower shed. It's hard to feel bored in autumn."

He paused for a while, and continued to read: "Good dreams follow the flying catkins, leisure and worry are thick, better than fragrant mash. It can't be rainy evening and cloud dynasty. It's time again!"

When Wenren Yunjian finished reading, there was still silence in the field, and everyone closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the artistic conception of the poem.

Finally, one person couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good!"

Wenren Yunjian handed over the poems to the maids for others to appreciate and circulate, and said with a smile: "It's really good!"

Everyone got up one after another and surrounded the work. Some praised the vivid artistic conception in the text, while others said that it was a quick and clever work that could be completed in such a short period of time, and some even praised the beautiful words.

After Shen Rongxi dealt with everyone politely, he turned to the host who heard Yun Yun, and said with a light smile, "I've been waiting for so many clumsy works, why don't you see the master write and speak?"

Wenren Yunjian laughed loudly, waved his hands and said: "Drinking a lot of wine, now I feel dizzy and overwhelmed, and I can't write poems anymore."

Shen Rong laughed lightly on his knees and said: "Wine is the matchmaker of poetry, and people are always full of poetry when they are drunk. Isn't brother Yun Jian trying to evade it on purpose?"

Wen Renyun remonstrated that he didn't answer this question anymore, but turned to the crowd and said, "Nanchuang Layman has another excellent work which is known to the world, and now we are lucky enough to witness it, why don't we have a drink together!"

Everyone said yes one after another, toasted and drank together, Shen Rong had no choice but to let the hearers advise and just go along with it.

After Wenren Yunjian had drunk, he rested with one hand on the table, propped his head and closed his eyes, as if he really drank too much.

However, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting was not destroyed, everyone was still immersed in Shen Rongxi's works, and the voice of discussion was still enthusiastic.

A maid came out from behind the screen to help Wenren Yunjian to rest inside, An Yan saw this and quickly got up to help.

An Yan knew that his future father-in-law was pretending to be asleep as soon as he helped Wenren Yunjian, but he didn't tell him to go behind the screen with the maid.

There are no other figures behind the screen, only a piano and a painting.

An Yan only glanced at it, and was attracted by the content of the painting. It was a portrait, a bit crude. A man was sitting in front of a short table, holding a pastry with one hand and opening his mouth to send it in, while the other hand was placed underneath and continued to estimate. Afraid of falling debris.

this is me?

An Yan looked around, but saw no one.

At this time, Wen Ren Yunjian yawned and stretched, as if he was drunk or just woke up.

"Nephew, help me to rest on the couch for a while."

An Yan supported his arm, and said with a sudden smile: "Uncle drinks so much, it makes the beautiful woman sad. You might as well write a song just now, so you don't look so heartless."

Wenren Yunjian laughed lightly: "I haven't written poetry for more than ten years, and I won't be able to write long ago."

An Yan couldn't help being startled, this sounded a bit strange.

But Wenren Yunjian sat on the bed and lay down directly, and said again: "There is a side door at the back, and there are stairs to go down."

An Yan became thoughtful when she heard the words, glanced at the portrait, took a step back and bowed and said, "Uncle is good to rest, nephew will leave."

After finishing speaking, he turned around to look for the side door, and after pushing it open, he saw a staircase built outside the attic, leading directly to the courtyard below.

An Yan walked down slowly, and saw a maid standing in front of a room door, looking at herself with her eyes open.

After thinking about it in her heart, An Yan stepped forward and asked, "Is Miss Yi's inside?"

But the maid said with a smile: "How does Mr. An know who I belong to? Which young lady are you asking?"

An Yan said, "It was you who played the piano inside just now, right?"

Huanxi was surprised and said, "Did you see us?"

An Yan shook her head and said, "I just think it's you behind the screen, so in this way, you were the one who played the piano last time."

Huanxi rolled her eyes, moved away and said, "Miss is inside."

An Yan asked with a smile, "Which family's lady?"

Huanxi smiled and said, "Of course it's the lady you want to 'see'."

She deliberately emphasized the word "see", An Yan guessed that she must have seen the letter she replied.

An Yan reached out and pushed the door open, and walked in.

This is a study room, and there is a figure standing in front of the desk and writing something.

Probably heard the sound of the door opening, and the person inside said, "Go and get a new ink stick."

An Yan heard the sound and found the ink stick on the shelf at the side, and walked over quietly, and saw that she was concentrating on writing, transcribing the words that Shen Rongxi had written just now.

It should be that she recorded it behind the screen when Wenren Yunjian read aloud just now, and then came down to transcribe it again.

An Yan pulled the inkstone and put the ink stick in it to grind it lightly, and Wenren Jinping also noticed something was wrong, and was surprised when he raised his head.

"You... why are you here?"

Wenren Jinping took a step back subconsciously, and then his face turned red.

"Didn't you want me to get you an ink stick?"

"I'm Rang Huanxi...I'm asking why you came here, shouldn't you be upstairs?" Wenren Jinping asked, pursing his lips.

"Uncle asked me to come."

"Daddy, he..."

"Uncle probably didn't want to deal with these people, so he left the banquet with an excuse to drink too much, and I came out with him."

Wenren Jinping thought for a while and said: "Father doesn't like this kind of occasion very much now, and the reason for holding this poetry meeting is to let me meet Nanchuang Layman in...."

She wanted to say before getting married, but seeing An Yan in front of her, she hid the words again.

Wenren Jinping thought for a while and said, "You...how about you go back first and leave rashly like this, it's not good."

At this time, An Yan didn't have the idea of ​​continuing to participate in the poetry meeting. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of her, she suddenly asked with a smile, "Why is Sister Jinping secretly painting me?"

Wenren Jinping's face turned even redder: "You... saw it!"

Her heart was pounding, thinking why this person suddenly called herself "Sister Jinping", not before, but now again, it sounds strange.

Both of them are engaged, and according to the etiquette, it is not appropriate to meet before the wedding date.

But I invited him to attend the poetry meeting.

Her thoughts were in a mess, and she said, "I saw that you were too funny when you were eating, so I drew it casually."

An Yan suddenly realized: "It turns out that Miss Jinping has been looking at me just now."

"..."

Wen Ren Jinping couldn't stand the direct and enthusiastic provocation of the person in front of him, so he took a step back and looked away: "You...you'd better go back, I'll wait, and I will go back too."

An Yan shook her head: "What are you doing when you go back? Do you want to see those people circling around Nanchuang Lay? It's better to be here."

Wenren Jinping said: "That's Shen Rongxi, it's normal for people to have admiration and longing for him."

An Yan looked at her directly, and said, "I didn't."

Wenren Jinping suddenly felt his heart tremble, thinking why this person speaks so boldly and blatantly, doesn't he feel ashamed at all?

Even unmarried couples should wait... after that...

Wenren Jinping continued the topic, and said softly: "The people who come to the poetry meeting are all celebrities in the literary world. It is good to get to know more. If you can write a famous poem on such an occasion, it will be convenient for you to be promoted in the future." body."

What she said is true, and it plays a big role in the poetry club.

It's a pity that there are often poems, but shocking poems are not often used.

An Yan shook her head and said, "I don't care about those false names."

Even if he cared about it, he shouldn't write indiscriminately, otherwise, if he copied something that was out of place and unsatisfactory, it would be difficult to explain and cause a lot of trouble.

Wenren Jinping couldn't help but look disappointed when he heard the words.

Seeing this, An Yan suddenly remembered that both Yu Jingtang and Yu Huanzhang had said that women like Wenren Jinping were extremely high-spirited.

The reason why the two of them look so ambiguous now is because they are engaged to each other, which cannot be changed. Women in this era are very accepting of such things, so Wenren Jinping does not reject An Yan.

Even if An Yan is an ignorant person, she will only have more resistance in her heart. The fate of her parents is something that has been poured into her spiritual thinking since she was a child, and it is difficult to change.

An Yan turned to face the table again, looked at the lyrics copied by Wenren Jinping just now, and said, "But if Sister Jinping wants me to write one, I'm not out of the question."

Wenren Jinping was startled suddenly, and couldn't help but look up at him again.

An Yan found out a brand new piece of paper, picked up a pen, and smiled at her.

"Sister Jinping, this is not written for this poetry meeting, but just for you."

Wenren Jinping's throat twitched, but he didn't say a word, but just stared blankly at him waving pens on the paper.

"Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men travel secretly."

"Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world..."

Wenren Jinping felt his heart start to tremble uncontrollably, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

This bad guy, can you stop calling me sister...

(End of this chapter)