Defend the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 64
Spring nights are worth thousands of dollars.

But going to Qinglu together with two goblins from Jiangmen at the same time is simply killing people.

The rain and the dew should be shared equally, and one should not favor the other. Every time he entered the moment of the sage, Han Ping'an felt that there was nothing to love in life, and secretly sighed that there were only exhausted cows and no plowed fields.

Amidst the dance music from the front yard, he fought for countless rounds, until he was exhausted before falling asleep. This time he slept until noon, and was woken up by Huang Dafu outside the yard.

He said that Pan Tuo had prepared the paint, and asked when he was going to paint Lin Shijun's portrait.

This was a major event, Han Pingan hurriedly pulled away An Yun'er who was lying on his body like an octopus with the help of Li Yu who woke up early, and quickly got out of bed to take a bath.

Li Yu knew that he was obsessed with cleanliness, and he didn't like being served by unfamiliar servants.

I helped boil the water a long time ago, so I hurried to call and pour it into the big wooden bucket, going left and right, sweating profusely from work, like a virtuous little daughter-in-law.

An Yun'er didn't know if it was because she was too young, or because she played too crazy at night, she called out "Sanlang" in a daze, hugged the pillow and turned over to continue sleeping, revealing her smooth and fair back.

Li Yu went over to pull the quilt, helped her cover it, then turned around and picked up the cloth towel and went to the big wooden bucket, and gently helped her to scrub.

Her shiny black hair was spread out like this, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pair of beautiful eyes were full of emotion, like two crystal clear grapes.

This is the first time to help scrub, she is a little shy, the cheeks on both sides and the slender fair neck are all red, the bright red and white are really beautiful.

"doing what!"

"Come in and wash together."

"It's broad daylight, don't make trouble, dad is still in the front yard."

"My father hasn't returned to the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Sister Yin said that the music and dance in the front didn't end until dawn, and father accompanied Lin Shijun and the general to drink a lot of wine. Lin Shijun and the general left, but father didn't leave, so he slept in front. "

Li Yu glanced at Yun'er, who was still sleeping soundly, and said with a smile: "My sister got up earlier than me, she thought the food cooked by the servants of the general's mansion was not good, so she ran over early in the morning to join me Make porridge."

Thinking of the maverick elder sister, Han Ping'an asked curiously, "Where is Qu Tong?"

"Brother-in-law also got up early. He doesn't like to drink porridge. He ate a lot of leftovers before he went. Now he was called by Dad to talk."

"That's right, I can no longer call you by name, but brother-in-law."

……

After taking a bath, put on clean clothes, drank a bowl of porridge, and walked out of the small courtyard, only to see the old lady leaning against the door of the meeting hall with a knife in her arms in a daze.

Han Ping'an looked around and saw that the superintendent's father was not inside, turned around and asked with a smile, "Sister, what are you thinking?"

"I don't think so, when did you wake up?"

Yinniang came to her senses with a strange look on her face.

Han Ping'an turned around to look behind him, leaned into her ear with a smirk and asked, "Did you sleep soundly last night, did you have any more nightmares?"

Yinniang was startled, and said in a low voice, "It's very fragrant, I don't have any more nightmares."

"Just sleeping, nothing else?"

"You mean bed attendant?"

"A concubine and a maidservant who serve others are called bed servants. You are a big wife, and your brother-in-law is in our family. You and your brother-in-law are called harmonious relations."

"What are you asking about this?"

"I'm your younger brother. Don't you know how to marry if you haven't been married before? I'm worried, so I'll ask."

The Han family is different from other families. On Yele's side, there is only one elder, Dad, and the aunt who should care about these things is far away in her hometown in Luozhou.As for Dili Gena, she is just a servant who serves her father, and she can't even serve meals, so she has no right to ask these things.

Yinniang felt that her younger brother was qualified to ask, so she hesitated and said, "It's good."

Han Pingan held back his laughter and asked, "How many times?"

"Can not remember."

"Several times!!"

"What's the matter."

"It's nothing, that's how it should be."

Han Ping'an could feel that she was different from yesterday. Although she was in a daze just now, her overall mental state was much better than before. This is the power of love.

He was about to go to the front yard to find his father, but she grabbed him.

"Sanlang, will I have a baby?"

"Old sister, you are a woman, of course you want to have a baby! Hurry up and give birth to a few wolf cubs, I am still waiting to be an uncle."

Yinniang muttered, "I don't like babies."

Han Pingan realized that this was the reason why she was in a daze just now, and thinking about her rough childhood, she could understand her fear of having a baby, and grinned: "I like it, and Yu'er Yun'er likes it too. Even if you give birth, you will be born." Yu'er and Yun'er will help you."

Yinniang nodded and said nothing more.

There are not many women who can only kill but don't bring up babies, and are even afraid of having babies.

Han Pingan sighed secretly, patted her arm, and walked quickly through the corridor into the lobby.

Qu Tong was standing obediently on the sidelines listening to his father's lecture, while Pan Tuo was waiting outside the lobby with a large drawing board wrapped in linen and a box containing brushes and paints.

Huang Dafu stood by the door and looked at Qu Tong, his half-brother, with envy.

"Father, brother-in-law, good morning."

"Woke up……"

Han Shimei signaled her son-in-law to go to work first, called her son to sit down, and said meaningfully: "Sanlang, you are only 15 years old, and your body has not yet grown up. Marrying a wife is a wife, but you must also be temperate."

Han Pingan didn't expect him to say this, so he couldn't help laughing: "I know."

Han Shimei didn't want her son to feel like a mother-in-law, so she asked, "Did you have lunch?"

"I just ate and drank a bowl of porridge."

"Yu'er and Yinniang made it, and Dad also drank it, it's pretty good."

"My daughter-in-law is virtuous, my daughter is filial, father, are you happy?"

"Happy, if your mother is here, she will definitely be happier than father." Han Shimei said with emotion, and looked up at the little painter who was waiting outside: "Are you planning to take Pantuo to paint Zhongcheng's portrait?"

"Ah."

"Help Dad up, Dad will go to Baiyun Temple with you."

"Dad, did you drink too much last night?"

"Isn't Dad happy?"

……

The father and son rode on horses, and under the escort of Qu Tong and Yin Niang who had just put on men's clothes, they rushed straight to Baiyun Temple, which is two miles north of the city.

The entire temple was built on a hill, and the mountain wall on the side facing the commercial road was covered with large and small Buddha statues. Some of the Buddha statues had been eroded by wind and sand, and it was obvious that they had been there for some years.

The temple occupies a large area, but there are neither towering ancient cypresses nor carved beams and painted columns, only houses made of red clay and murals that can be seen everywhere.Not to mention that it can't be compared with those Buddhist temples in Chang'an, its environment is not even as good as the Governor's Mansion in Yele.

But the Hu monks here are very rich, and almost all the fertile land within a radius of tens of miles belongs to them.The surrounding people would borrow food or even money from them if they failed to take over. His temple property may be greater than that of Sogdian wealthy merchant Shi Xianning.

They drink, eat meat, and even raise slaves. I don’t know how many illegitimate children they gave birth to, but I believe their people are no less than those who believe in Vulcan, unlike the false priests who are poor and have few believers.

Because of the money, the food and clothing here are the best in Yele.

Shijun Lin lived very comfortably here, and when he saw Han Shimei and his son, he turned his back to the left and right, smiled and beckoned them to sit down.

"Grandpa Shijun, I brought Pantuo here to paint your portrait. Your current clothes are too homey. You'd better change into official clothes. The painting will be more majestic."

"Is there still so much emphasis on portraits?"

"Of course, because of this moment, Pantuo didn't sleep well for several days and nights."

"Then grandpa goes in and changes?"

"I'll accompany you in."

When the son came, Han Shimei, the old man, had no chance to speak, so he could only sit on his knees and laugh with him.

Lin Shijun was kind, and with the support of Han Pingan, he went in and changed into his official uniform, and asked his servants to help tidy up the crown in front of the bronze mirror. Everything was ready and he returned to the Zen room. Pantuo had already set up the drawing board.

"Grandpa Shijun, it may take a long time to paint, please sit here and sit here more comfortably."

"You brought the high chair, too!"

"Sit high and be mighty."

"Okay, grandpa listens to you."

Han Pingan helped the old man to get into a good posture, ran to Pantuo, and looked back.He walked over to open the door, walked over to Pantuo and looked back, and then ran over to help the old man adjust his posture.

A portrait is just a portrait, why is it so troublesome, Zhongcheng is so old and his body is not good, can he stand up to such a toss?
Han Shimei was secretly anxious, hesitant to speak.

Lin Shijun looked back at him and said with a smile, "It's okay, I can't disappoint the child's heart."

Han Shimei still couldn't hold back, and urged: "Sanlang, hurry up."

"immediately."

Han Pingan looked up again, and then asked in a low voice, "What about the angle and light?"

"Approximately, the level of light and shade is just right." Pan Tuo raised the charcoal pencil used as a primer, and gestured nervously at Lin Shijun.

"Then start writing."

"promise."

Pantuo quickly entered a state of ecstasy, waving a charcoal pencil and rustlingly sketched the outline on the canvas stretched on the drawing board.

Han Pingan kept reminding the proportions and feature points, and Pantuo kept adjusting according to his reminders.

After tossing for nearly half an hour, the foundation was finally laid.

"Sanlang, are you ready?"

"Grandpa Shijun, this is the official start. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you can move a little bit, but don't move too much. It's best to keep the current appearance."

"Oh well."

Pantuo carefully took out a bunch of clay pots from the box, and in front of the three of them, either added water or poured in a little oil to make more than a dozen colors.First use a self-made brush to draw a few strokes on the canvas around him, confirm that it is the color he wants, and then make more...

It took nearly two sticks of incense to toss and work before I really started painting.

Lin Shijun didn't move, so Han Shimei naturally couldn't move. This kneeling and sitting until the sun was about to set, he lost feeling in both legs.

Pan Tuo finally put down his pen, raised his head, and asked nervously, "Third Young Master, it's almost time."

Han Pingan didn't know whether it was a watercolor or an oil painting, but it was not easy to paint like this. Looking at the portrait, he smiled and said, "It's not the same, but the painting is very good."

Lin Shijun couldn't stand it long ago. Hearing what they said, he rubbed his arms and smiled, "Sanlang, let Grandpa take a look."

"Okay."

Han Ping'an and Pan Tuo quickly lifted the drawing board together with the wooden frame, and carefully turned to his old man.

Lin Shijun was stunned, and couldn't believe that under the guidance of Han Ping'an, the little painter could draw himself so realistically.

Han Shimei was also stunned, staring at the portrait for a while before turning around and saying: "Zhongcheng, this... this is too similar!"

"The painting is the old man, of course it looks like it."

"Grandpa Shijun, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, grandpa is very satisfied."

"It can't be touched, the paint is wet, and it will take a few days to dry. This is the first time we have painted with paint. I don't know what the painting will look like after it dries, but now it looks good."

(End of this chapter)