shocking foolish concubine

Chapter 28
"You..." Qi Yu raised his eyebrows, "I really can't say enough about you."

Around the pavilion, beside the path paved with cobblestones, various paintings are arranged in an orderly manner at intervals, including landscape paintings, flower paintings, birds, animals, insects and fish paintings, etc. There are many kinds, but there are no figure paintings. .

There are very few people who really appreciate the paintings, and everyone seems to be thinking hard about what kind of poem to write to win.Because 'Night Mooring Maple Bridge' has several special judges invited from various countries to appreciate it, it is not so easy to win.

Shangguan Jinghong didn't think about anything, he leisurely walked to the first landscape painting and slowly admired, "The artistic conception, style, charm and tone of this landscape painting are harmoniously blended, and the mountains are the virtues and the water is the nature. , the illusion consciousness of being so close to the world becomes the main axis of the central axis, which is really a rare and good painting!"

Qi Yu and Yan Xuanyu were on the side, looking at the painting, also full of admiration.

I saw the second painting, flower and bird painting.Shangguan Jinghong opened his lips again: "It's really a good handwriting! With the techniques of fine brushwork and freehand brushwork, combined with handwriting, the images of flowers and birds appear vividly on the paper, as if they came to life, making the whole painting more lifelike..."

After tasting the second painting, then the third, fourth, fifth... until the last painting, Shangguan Jinghong's cold eyes also had a rare flash of surprise.

And Qi Yu was also full of surprise, but what surprised him was Shangguan Jinghong, "Master Yanhong, no matter what kind of painting it is, you appreciate it so uniquely and with incomparable precision. After all, how many paintings do you have?" Talent, is this king not aware of it?"

Yan Xuanyu looked at Guan Jinghong with gentle eyes, his eyes were also full of admiration.

Su Yingyue has been shamelessly following Qi Yu's side, hearing Qi Yu praise Shangguan Jinghong, she felt very uncomfortable, "Isn't it just some paintings with a little foundation? It's not from famous artists, what's so special about it."

"What do you know?" Qi Yu scolded, a trace of anger flashed across his cold and stern face.

"Yue'er..." Su Yingyue looked aggrieved.Although the prince is cold, he is rarely dissatisfied with her.

Qi Yu was unmoved this time, "These paintings are actually..." Yu Feng turned around, "Princess 'Yan' Hong County must have seen it too. Then let Yanhong County Master talk about it."

Shangguan Jinghong thought for a while, "I'm not mistaken, each of these paintings has its own merits, and they are all written by the same person. If the princess guessed correctly, the person who painted is the boss behind the 'Fengqiao Night Park' The so-called famous artist's handwriting can't be compared with his paintings at all, and it's not worth mentioning in front of these pictures. The reason why his paintings are not famous is not because of his lack of painting skills, but because he is low-key and he doesn't want to be famous. "

"Princess 'Yan' Hong is right." Qi Yu's eyes were complicated, "I have only seen his paintings once, and there are only one or two. He is so indifferent to fame and fortune, and has no desires for the world. Never Think, today, he actually exhibited so many paintings in front of everyone."

"Proud as King Xiang, to have such a high opinion of a person." Yan Xuanyu's lips curled up playfully, "No wonder King Xiang often comes to this inn."

"Because he deserves a higher evaluation. Some people are good at landscape painting, some people are good at insect and bird painting, I don't know what kind of talent can interpret all kinds of paintings so perfectly. However, he is lonely..." Shangguan Jinghong stared at the last painting. In the painting was an unidentifiable tree. Under the tree, a young man was holding a mirror in his hand and was wiping away the invisible dust on the mirror. His movements were melancholy, as if There is a kind of depression that cannot escape the world of mortals.

The man in the painting is just a back view, which gives people a feeling of being free from dust and not stained by dust.

Shangguan Jinghong couldn't help feeling a little pity that the person in the painting was only from the back, and his face could not be seen.

The body is a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror.

Wipe it frequently so as not to cause dust.

In the upper right corner of the painting, there are two vertical lines of characters. The font is delicate and elegant like that of a wandering dragon. The brushwork is strong, deep and powerful, with a bit of casualness and a bit of masculine style, which is indescribably beautiful.

"Miss," Feng Wu looked at the two lines of poem in puzzlement, "The poem on this painting is so profound, what does it mean?"

Qi Yu said, "I also want to hear how Princess 'Yan'hong interpreted this poem."

Shangguan Jinghong glanced at Su Yingyue, "Isn't your concubine very talented? Let her talk."

"Yue'er try to explain." Su Yingyue smiled confidently, "It should be said that life is a tree, and the heart is like a mirror, but mistakes are inevitable in life. Mistakes are like stains, which must be erased."

Yan Xuanyu chuckled, and contempt flashed in his eyes, "Prince Xiang, your concubine is really 'talented'!"

Su Yingyue's face froze, "Could it be a wrong solution?"

"It's more than a wrong interpretation?" Shangguan Jinghong disdainfully said, "If you do this, explaining it to you once is simply an insult to the poet. A bright table mirror. It needs to be brushed and wiped from time to time so as not to let it be polluted by dust and cloud its bright nature."

Yan Xuanyu nodded, "It's still Hong'er who is knowledgeable and versatile, and this prince agrees."

Qi Yu gave Su Yingyue a cold look, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"My concubine..." Su Yingyue mumbled, "It's my concubine's fault."

"It's still so esoteric that the servant doesn't understand." Feng Wu scratched her head.

"Maybe he is also confused." Shangguan sighed in amazement, went to the table beside him to get a pen and ink, and wrote two lines vertically beside the poem: Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand.

There is nothing, where can the dust be.

The writing is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it is done in one go. The handwriting is flying and flying, and it is full of ups and downs without losing strength and muscle.

The people on the side were all stunned. It's hard to believe that such a good handwriting was written by a woman, or such a stunning woman!
In the face of such handwriting, who will fight?However, the font in front is as clear and elegant as a dragon, but it complements the two lines of characters written by her, and it is extremely harmonious.

It seems that the characters of these two people should be written together by nature.

Qi Yu and Yan Xuanyu's faces were also full of shock, not only the poems she wrote, but also the poetry with extraordinary meaning and clarity, how did they write through seeing through the mundane world?

(End of this chapter)