Jiaohua

Chapter 734 A few paintings (one more)
The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and Congxin became extremely hot and humid after the water was cleared.

The government is not as strict as before, so the number of people in the major theaters in the city gradually increased, and some old masters brought barber tools and apprentices here to make a living.

When the time was about to pass, several teams of soldiers and horses came out from the Yamen of Xinfu, and went in all directions along the main road from Xinfu.

Large and small notices are plastered all over the streets and alleys of Congxinfu. The content of the notices, the word "He Yan Po" is extremely eye-catching.

Literate and illiterate people flocked to the notice board. Many people didn't know "He Yanpo", but the four characters "Beiyuan Counselor" on the sign exploded in the crowd like a detonating seed.

While cursing, someone cared about the person who posted the notice: "Those aren't Yawei?"

"Those are General Nie's personal soldiers," someone whispered, "You don't know, something happened to the government's yamen guards!"

A group of people hurriedly asked what happened.

The man quickly shut up, refusing to tell in a mysterious way.

But once the curiosity is opened, someone will always be able to find out what happened.

Two hours later, almost half of the followers knew that Chen Yongming's suicide was related to Mrs. Xinyu of Jingyun Pavilion, and he was also responsible for the death of the old woman at the gate of the yamen, and he also sent the yamen guards to assassinate Huang Xinyue.

In the evening, another shocking news came out, saying that all the guards in the military town were poisoned to death at noon, which was the arrangement of Chen Yongming before committing suicide.

For a while, Chen Yongming was scolded by thousands of people, and his reputation was ruined.

The Chen Mansion has been surrounded by officers and soldiers since noon, and the entire mansion has been strictly controlled. Chen Yongming has no concubines, only one wife and one daughter, and they are all under house arrest right now.

The night was getting darker and darker. Xia Zhaoyi, who had slept the whole day, woke up in the simple inn. The waiter brought a bowl of hot porridge. There were not many grains of rice in the bowl, but it was outrageously expensive.

Zhi Changle was talking about what happened outside today, and there were two arrest warrants on the table, which depicted her and Zhi Changle.

Xia Zhaoyi slowly put the porridge into his mouth with a spoon, and his eyes calmly fell on the portrait.

"I also went to inquire about the chamber of commerce in the city. Several major chambers of commerce are now pro-government. These big merchants have only been helped by the government in the past two years. They are suffering from no chance to express themselves. The situation of the old business alliance is miserable. , either died of assassination, or retired, and many people were forced to donate money to save their lives."

Xia Zhaoyi said lightly: "I didn't expect Tian Dayao's situation in Congxinbu to be deeper than that of Youzhou Capital, maybe it was to deal with Weiping Mansion."

"As a result, Weiping Mansion was directly flooded by Wen Lang." Zhi Changle sighed.

There was a sound of clappers outside.

Xia Zhaoyi said: "Brother Zhi, go back to sleep, I should go out."

Zhi Changle nodded, feeling uneasy before leaving, and said in a low voice: "Ali, they know you are in Congxin, be careful tonight."

"Ah."

After changing into night clothes, Xia Zhaoyi went to the table to blow out the candles, and took the portrait with him in a roll.

The moon and stars are sparse, the sea of ​​clouds in the high sky in the west is heavy, and the sound of clappers resounds all the way, making the long silent night uniquely cool.

Xia Zhaoyi shuttled lightly and silently across the corrugated roof. After half a quarter of an hour, she climbed over a high wall and landed in a second-entry house.

The lights in the courtyard are clear, the candles in the master bedroom have been extinguished, and the outer courtyard is only guarded by the servants and maids who are waiting for the master to get up at night, both of them are drowsy.

Xia Zhaoyi knocked lightly on the door of the master bedroom, and after a while, there was a movement of turning over in the room, and a hazy voice: "Who is it?"

"But Tai Zicang painter?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "I am a descendant of Duke Ding's mansion, Ah Li."

There was a moment of silence in the house.

After a pause, Tai Zicang got up from the bed, and his wife pulled him, "Don't go!"

Tai Zicang took his wife's hand and said softly: "If she is looking for me, she has something to do. If she knocks on the door, be polite first. You sleep peacefully, and don't make any noise later."

"But……"

"I believe in Ding Guogong's mansion." Tai Zicang said.

Madam sighed softly, and then got up, "I'll light the lamp for you, and wait for you to come back."

"it is good."

Tai Zicang approved the clothes and opened the door with a candle.

The young girl standing outside the door was delicate and handsome, her eyes were stained with moonlight, and it was an aura that he could hardly describe with all his pen and ink.

"Please forgive me for disturbing you in the middle of the night." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"If Miss A Li came to me because of those portraits, Tai would not have known about it at the time."

"Mr. is a master of painting. He has never met me before, but he painted me almost the same," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "So, I came here for the name, and I want to ask Mr. to help me make two paintings."

"draw?"

"Well," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "It's also a man and a woman."

"A man and a woman," Tai Zicang paused, "Could it be that they are the man and woman wanted by the government?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "There is Mr. Lao."

Tai Zicang's study room is next door, even twice as big as the master bedroom.

Tai Zicang went back to the room first, talked to his wife, and then led Xia Zhaoyi in.

There are paintings hanging on the four walls of the study, and the fragrance of ink is strong. Tai Zicang put some candlestick highlights on the lampshades carefully, and went to grind the ink and lay the paper.

When the lights came on, the room was illuminated. Xia Zhaoyi looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and finally stopped on a piece of "Spring Breeze into Wine".

This painting is not signed, and its lines and structure are familiar to Xia Zhaoyi, and his painting skills are better than other paintings.

"Is this a painting of ink and wash autumn?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

Tai Zicang looked up, nodded and said, "It's exactly what the master painted."

"Shui Moqiu is your master?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "Then who is your master?"

"My master's surname is Lu, and his style name is Dongxin."

"Lu Dongxin," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, and said, "Shui Moqiu's eighth disciple."

Tai Zicang smiled: "It's a bit of a coincidence, I am also Master's eighth disciple."

Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the painting, his eyes drifted away.

The reason why she recognized Shui Moqiu's paintings at a glance was because there were too many of them at home back then.

Among all the paintings of ink and wash, her favorite is "The Picture of Stopping Horses and Hunting in Spring and Autumn", which can be regarded as the strongest painting of ink and autumn.

But she has only seen it twice, and that picture has always been in the hands of Emperor Xuanyan, and it is also Emperor Xuanyan's favorite.

After Dingguo's mansion was confiscated, those paintings of Shui Moqiu should have flowed to the court, and after the court's upheaval in Ji Chou and Geng Yin's year, these portraits disappeared.

Maybe it will be taken to Hejing by Li Ju, or maybe it will stay in the palace and wait for the people to snatch it up, or it will be taken by Song Zhiyi when he opens the gate of the palace.

Xia Zhaoyi's eyes looked at other paintings, and suddenly, they landed on a painting called "Smoky Rain and Bird Clothes Lane", which was also unsigned.

"Mr. Tai," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Who made this painting?"

Tai Zicang looked at it, thought for a while, and said: "It seems that he is one of my uncles. His surname is Tang, and his name is, what is his name..."

"... Tang Xiangsi?" Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Ah, yes!" Tai Zicang nodded, "He is the disciple my master accepted before he became famous, ranking third."

(End of this chapter)