After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 76 Charcoal Drawings Are Popular in Chang'an City
After sending her daughter back to Yuefu, Yuexian was going to talk to Nizi about Song Yao.

At this time, I saw the nanny in charge running beside my wife and screaming: "It's not good! Master is not good! Madam and Mrs. Xu's family went out to enjoy the flowers today. She slipped and accidentally fell from the pavilion. Hit the head!"

"what?!"

There are many and complicated acupuncture points on the human brain. If you hit the head, if you make a fuss, you will be paralyzed and lose your life.

Yue Xian's complexion changed drastically, and she walked quickly to the backyard.

Fortunately, the doctor who came to see the doctor had superb medical skills. After giving Madam Yue an injection, Madam Yue woke up faintly.

"Ma'am, how do you feel? But is there any discomfort? You are the most cautious on weekdays, why did you step on the ground and kowtow?" Yue Xian asked anxiously.

There was no lack of suspicion in the tone that Mrs. Yue was assassinated.

Madam Yue shook her head, "Maybe it's my concubine's bad luck today."

Bad luck?

Yue Xian's face was ugly.

In one day, the four members of the family were unlucky one after another, so he naturally didn't believe such a coincidence in the world.

He stepped back and slowly told about Song Yao and Yue Changfeng.

He even told his wife that he and Yue Changfeng used amulets to ward off disasters.

After Madam Yue heard about it, she worried, "Master, could it be that our family's feng shui is not good enough to cause this catastrophe? My concubine often hears from the older generation that this ancestral grave cannot be moved easily. If there is a trouble, the family will be ruined."

In fact, not only ordinary people believe in the theory of gods, but the more aristocratic and powerful families, the more they understand the mystery of this mysterious art.

Whether it's a business, or the day of relocating the grave, most of them will find some priests who have a high reputation among the people to do the math in private, just for the sake of a bright and auspicious future.

"Master, why don't we call Song Yao over and let her show us the layout of the mansion? If there is something wrong, we should change it in time. I am really afraid..."

Yue Xian raised her hand and interrupted his wife, "Yu'er told me that Song Yao's reputation is extremely bad. In the academy, she always failed to get No. 1 in every exam. If she is really capable, how can she let herself In such a situation? Besides, she is only 13 years old, and she is a child. What can a child do? I know Madam, you are afraid that there will be troubles in the family again, but Song Yao, I always feel that she has other schemes."

After a pause, "Furthermore, the relocation of the ancestral graves is done by us looking for Master Shanzhi, who is highly respected and had frequent contacts with the second prince. Wouldn't it offend him if we let him know that we are looking for someone else? Inform Master Shanzhi of this matter, presumably he will come to the house again in a few days."

Mrs. Yue nodded when she heard the words, "What the master said is that the concubine didn't think well."

Master Shanzhi is the elder brother in charge of Lingyin Temple. He returned to vulgarity a few years ago, because he knows medical skills and knows some mysterious techniques, so he is very respected in the noble circle of Chang'an City.

Many officials obeyed his arrangement to change the structure of the mansion, and they would be able to flourish and rise step by step.

It's a pity that the master is now 80 years old, he doesn't like the hustle and bustle of the world and lives in a small village, I'm afraid it will be a bit of a hassle to travel to and from the capital.

Seeing his wife being held steady by himself, Yuexian couldn't help but said: "As for Beirong, I can see that Song Yao is not easy to get along with and narrow-minded. So don't worry, I'm just unlucky for someone like her, jumping from the attic If we go down, we won't ask her to show our family Feng Shui!"

Madam Yue: "..."

I don't know why, Madam Yue's originally calm heart became inexplicably flustered under her husband's last flag.

-

Five days later.

Master Shanzhi rushed to the city of Chang'an after exhausted boats and vehicles.

Yue Xian and Mrs. Yue rushed to welcome him to the mansion.

At first, Master Shanzhi was shocked when he saw Yue Xian's safe and smooth appearance, and he was relieved when he went to the remote mountain where he bought from Yue's family and saw the evil spirit emanating from the ancestral grave.

"Don't worry about the old man and madam. Any bloodshed is nonsense. This ancestral grave is suppressed by a drop of my blood. No matter what bad luck you have, I can help you two to resolve it."

He said, while the two of them were not paying attention, he fiddled with the stone closest to him.

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind, and countless blue and black smoke that could not be seen by human eyes came out from the ancestral grave.

If Song Yao had been present, he would have seen the Yue family's couple's life palace suddenly gathering dark evil spirits in an instant, and it was obvious that their lives were not long.

The back of the wind-blown Yuexian was numb, but thinking of the other party's ability, she said with a smile: "Thank you, Master Shanzhi."

Presumably, the calamity of him and his son was resolved only by Master Shanzhi's blood.

Shanzhi returned a salute, and then went back to the village to practice.

Mrs. Yue turned her head three times and followed her away from the mountain, but for some reason, her heart beat violently when she thought of that gust of wind.

Even though Sanji said that there is no need to worry, she still has no energy in her heart.

After returning to Yue Mansion, Madam Yue was even more flustered. She simply went to her son's room, found out the amulet, and stuffed it into the sachet that she and the master used to use. Madam Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

-

Song Yao was thinking about whether the matter of the brothers and sisters of the Yue family had anything to do with Feng Shui.

Yue Changfeng came to the academy early in the morning to solve her curiosity and said, "My father and mother were unlucky yesterday. If my father hadn't got the amulet you gave me, I'm afraid..."

Moon Changfeng sighed.

What was wrong in Song Yao's heart was affirmed.

Yue Changfeng's appearance is that of a wealthy man, not to mention his father Yue Xian, who was able to serve as Minister of the Ministry of Rites at a young age, which is a very lucky fate.The Moon Palace probably recruited something that was not very clean, otherwise everyone wouldn't be unlucky one after another.

especially--

Song Yao stared at Yue Changfeng's brows, the brows that had dissipated the bad luck, were now covered by a faint layer of black air.

It looked as if someone had tampered with it on purpose.

However, Gui could see that Song Yao didn't intend to take care of Yuefu's affairs any more.

Firstly, she is afraid of getting into trouble, and secondly, she can see other people's fate palaces, and she doesn't understand much, so how can she help?

Lin Wanwan leaned over from the side, "What are you two talking about? Have you practiced all the paintings for the Spring Festival banquet?"

"You can rest assured about the picture of the Autumn Banquet," Yue Changfeng said confidently. His painting skills are already among the best in this group. "Both Ahe and I like Master Yao's paintings very much. I copied that part of the painting a few years ago."

After a pause, he looked at Song Yao with a smile and said, "You are not good at painting, so let me paint that part for you?"

Song Yao raised her eyebrows and was about to refuse when she heard Zhou Shuhe calling Yue Changfeng's name not far away.

"Here we come." Yue Changfeng stood up from the chair in a jerky manner, "What's up, Brother He."

Zhou Shuhe leaned on the back of the chair, with a charcoal pencil and a painting in front of him.

His brows were handsome, his brows were furrowed, and his expression looked somewhat dissatisfied.

Yue Changfeng saw the messy lines on his rice paper, and could vaguely see that the painting was from his classmate Qian Yuan.

"Hey? Brother He, why don't you use a brush to paint, and use a charcoal pen? This stuff can easily look messy and messy when you touch it with your hands. It's very tasteless. It's never been necessary to paint with charcoal pens throughout the ages. .”

At this moment, before he could answer, there were many classmates who flattered the boy and said:
"Yue Shao, you are out of information! Chang'an City has just produced a great painter! He just uses charcoal to paint! He draws the people so vividly, and even helped the prince catch a vicious fugitive in Chang'an City!"

"It is said that the fugitive thought that his portrait was a stick figure drawn by some government painters. He stuck a beard under his nose and walked out of the city in a swaggering manner. As a result, the patrolling officers and soldiers compared the portrait and arrested him on the spot!"

Originally, the matter of the prince's arrest of the fugitive should have been completely over here.

However, the magistrate of Chang'an City loves paintings, and secretly left a charcoal drawing to show off to those literati at his mother's birthday party.

Those literati have never seen such a magical thing as charcoal painting. They only feel that compared with the three-dimensional and charm of ink painting, charcoal painting can accurately reproduce a person's appearance.

All of a sudden, like a dog smelling meat and bones, these literati frantically ran outside the government office for a chance to see the charcoal drawing.

The aristocratic family even paid a high price for this painting for the sake of being arty.

The painting finally came to His Majesty.

Sure enough, the emperor, who was addicted to painting like his life, couldn't put it down.

It's a pity that the other party painted a fugitive, not him, the real dragon emperor.

Some people in the palace figured out His Majesty's thoughts, and they picked up charcoal pencils one after another to study the drawing method of charcoal pencils and paint for the emperor.

However, the more I study, the more I find that charcoal painting and ink painting are very different, and no one has learned the essence so far.

Yue Changfeng was very surprised when he heard the words, "Then this painter created a unique painting method! He is so powerful, he will definitely be included in the history books, why don't we go visit and learn painting methods?"

"I also want to visit, but it's a pity that only the crown prince and His Majesty know about the painter!"

"However, I heard that the man with three heads and six arms, with a thick back and a hulking waist, was painted by a cloud of auspicious clouds in the sky. He came to the world specially to save all beings, to speak out for injustice, and to let the bad guys get the punishment they deserve. He doesn't pursue fame and fortune!"

"Yes, yes, I also heard that he has a huge centipede scar on his face. He is short, ugly and shameless, so he doesn't want to show his face!"

Song Yao, who was sitting in a corner pretending to read a book, actually heard the matter clearly because the other party was too noisy: "..."

Who is to say that the back is thick, and who is to be said to be ugly? !
Song Yao was so angry that she almost went up to fight the opponent for [-] rounds.

Fortunately, reason held her back from wanting to die with the other party.

Holding the charcoal pencil in his hand, Zhou Shuhe said in a cold voice, "I also rushed to the city gate to ask for a quick glance at the charcoal pencil drawing, but I can vaguely see that the other party seems to have drawn a cross on his face before painting."

"This should be a breakthrough in charcoal painting, but it's a pity that there is no way to observe it again. I heard that many Confucian scholars in Chang'an City have learned it. If someone studies it first, I'm afraid it will be used in the Spring Festival banquet to win the top spot."

(End of this chapter)