bastard seizes tang

Chapter 350 Inscription
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Chang'an Tianjie.

In the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival is another lively day, and it just fell into the night. The Tianjie, which is ten miles long from north to south, is already full of flowers and branches, brightly lit, and the flow of people is like weaving. People of all colors gather together, which is also a prosperous scene. .

"Why didn't Sanlang ride the new horse that he got during the day? The horse Meiniang looked very handsome and was making peace with Sanlang." Wu Meiniang and Li Ke walked side by side, looking at the horse that Li Ke was leading. Is it the "Dingbei" that Li Shimin gave today, and asked curiously.

Li Ke said with a smile: "Dingbei is indeed a good horse, but it is too ostentatious. I will accompany you to the street lantern festival today. I didn't even let the guards approach them. I only think about you and me, so as not to be called You are uncomfortable."

Li Kexin's white horse today is indeed a rare steed, but this horse is tall, it is always a head taller than ordinary horses, and its whole body is snow-white without a single hair. Pulling it out, even in Chang'an City, is very eye-catching.Going out on the Lantern Festival is just to have fun with the people, if it is done with great fanfare, it is not beautiful.

Wu Meiniang never thought that Li Ke would say this and consider her so meticulously. Wu Meiniang smiled sweetly, and leaned closer to Li Ke's side.

The things placed on Tianjie are nothing more than festive lanterns and various juggling objects, which are roughly the same every year. For these things, Li Ke has traveled around and seen a lot, so he is not very interested. The woman watched with great interest, and Li Ke followed Wu Meiniang and watched a lot from left to right.

"Come on Sanlang, come on Sanlang, let's see what this is?" Li Ke and Wu Meiniang were walking side by side, Wu Meiniang seemed to have suddenly discovered something very interesting, pointing to a shop in front, she hurriedly said to Li Ke.

Hearing Wu Meiniang's call, Li Ke looked in the direction Wu Meiniang was pointing at, and the first thing that caught his eye was a huge lantern made of light yellow oiled paper, about half a person tall, but this lantern hadn't been painted yet, and the lantern was blank. One piece, but it is quite different from the ones in other shops.

Li Ke looked at the lantern in front of him, and said to Wu Meiniang, "This is also a colored lantern, but it's just not ready for color."

Wu Meiniang asked: "Since it's a colorful lantern, why not paint it, isn't it weird?"

Li Ke smiled and explained: "This colored lantern is very big, and the empty space on the lamp surface is reserved for customers to paint according to their preferences. If the cost of colored ink is included, I am afraid that the price of this colored lantern will be lower than that of the other. Ordinary ones are more expensive.”

After hearing Li Ke's words, Wu Meiniang immediately became interested. Wu Meiniang walked up to the shop, looked at the lanterns for a while, and asked the shopkeeper, "This is really interesting, but I don't know how to sell it?"

The shopkeeper replied: "The price of the lamp is [-] qian, if the young lady can use the pen and ink again, you need to add [-] qian."

The price of this shop is exactly as Li Ke had guessed. Ordinary lanterns are less than [-] cash, but the unpainted lamps in this shop cost [-] cash. This is not counting the pen and ink needed for coloring. money.

However, although this lantern is not cheap, a few hundred dollars is nothing to Li Ke. Wu Meiniang turned to Li Ke and asked, "Meiniang once heard something from my father, and Sanlang has a brilliant literary talent, which is better than ordinary people." I wonder if you are interested in leaving calligraphy here?"

Hearing this, Li Ke shook his head and said, "If it's about calligraphy, I might be able to leave a few strokes, but what I pay attention to in painting is Danqing, and the way of Danqing is not my specialty. It can even be said that I don't know anything about it, so I won't make a fool of myself here. Bar."

Li Shimin's disciples, when it comes to riding and archery, Li Ke should be the crowning champion, which is well known throughout the world, but when it comes to painting, Li Ke is not well-known in this way, what Li Ke said is true.

But Wu Meiniang said: "It's okay if Sanlang doesn't want to paint. The way of painting is also slightly the same as Meiniang. Why don't you let Meiniang make a fool of himself and paint the lamp for Sanlang to inscribe?"

Ever since Wu Meiniang and Li Ke met and got engaged, this was the first time Li Ke had time to hang out with Wu Meiniang. Seeing that Wu Meiniang was very interested, Li Ke couldn't bear to refuse, so he responded with a smile: "That's fine, I also Let's take this opportunity to see what Mei Niang is capable of."

Wu Meiniang said: "Then Meiniang will show her shame."

As Wu Meiniang said, she took the brush from the shopkeeper, dipped it in various colors of water, and began to draw on the blank lantern.

At this age, Wu Meiniang has only studied painting for three to five years, which is naturally far from those palace painters Li Ke has seen, but fortunately, Wu Meiniang is talented and intelligent, and she has some skills in painting.

Li Ke watched Wu Meiniang write. Li Ke originally thought that a young girl like Wu Meiniang would paint flowers and birds, but as soon as Wu Meiniang started to paint, Li Ke was very surprised.

What Wu Meiniang first wrote was a group of rolling mountains under the setting sun, and then six or seven dots dotted in the sky, and at the foot of the mountains was an endless pasture, on which a young man was riding A lean horse with a flock of lambs.

The boy in this painting is about eight or nine years old. He is thin but tall and straight. He is holding a long bamboo knot in his hand, and the tail hair of a yak is tied on the bamboo knot. He is looking south.

Wu Meiniang's painting is very obvious. It is not difficult to guess who the boy in this painting is. Before Li Ke can speak, even the storekeeper who is watching from the side can guess it.

"Isn't this little lady painting the scene of His Royal Highness the King of Chu herding sheep in Yinshan Mountain?" the storekeeper asked Wu Meiniang, looking at the lantern painted by Wu Meiniang.

Wu Meiniang said: "Exactly, you can see it too?"

The shopkeeper replied with a smile: "The king of Chu, Beizhi, saved the people in Guanzhong from suffering. How can I not see it. What's more, when His Highness won a triumphant return, I once saw His Highness."

Wu Meiniang glanced at Li Ke who was beside her, and asked with a smile to the shopkeeper, "If this is the case, you still know the King of Chu."

The shopkeeper thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Then how can I remember, that was four years ago, and the appearance of the King of Chu has long been vaguely remembered."

Wu Meiniang smiled, and stopped questioning the shopkeeper, and turned to Li Ke who was beside her and said, "Meiniang's painting is finished, let's read Sanlang's inscription."

"Okay." Li Ke responded.

Li Ke watched Wu Meiniang painting earlier, so he had a plan. He took a brush from the shop, dipped it in ink, and then picked up the brush next to Wu Meiniang's painting.

Wu Meiniang leaned beside Li Ke, watching Li Ke write down the pen, and following Li Ke's words on the paper, she read softly: "Outside the shady mountains in a foreign land, there is a lonely city by the snowy seaside. In autumn, there are only geese, and in summer there are no geese." Smell the cicadas. The rain blows the felt and the walls are wet, and the wind shakes the bamboo curtains. In Luntai thousands of miles away, nothing happened for three years."

Wu Meiniang looked at the poem written by Li Ke on the paper, and her face was already moved. Everyone knows that Li Ke is herding sheep in the Yinshan Mountains, but few people know his poverty. The meaning is written on paper.

"Young master's poem is very good, but it's too modest. If it weren't for your master's mediation in the north, how could the Tang Dynasty have so smoothly established the Turks?"

Just when Li Ke had just put down his pen, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Li Ke's mind.

(End of this chapter)