the other side, flower festival

Chapter 2 Ghost Paintings
The West Market of the Tang Dynasty has always been very lively, and today it is even more lively. It is said that the goddess of the Western Regions is about to perform for the queen. The common people have come to join in the fun, and Jiang Jichen is also mixed in the crowd. He is very conspicuous among the crowd in white clothes. , staring blankly at the so-called Goddess of the Western Regions who was gradually advancing.

A sedan chair soared into the sky, bright red, no one was carrying it but moving forward steadily, in the sedan chair sat a woman covered with a red veil, with charming eyebrows and eyes, her black hair was tied behind her head, and there was no hair on her head. There are too many decorations, there are golden flowers between the eyebrows, the red and gold collide, which is more of the western style, the red lips are faintly visible through the red yarn on the cheeks, she is barefoot, leaning on the sedan chair, with a bell hanging on her ankle , and at the joint of the bell, there is a green leaf, which is strange, but it seems to be an uncommon sight. As long as it is where she passes through, there is a bit of floral fragrance everywhere, which fascinates the crowd.

A woman appeared and twisted her husband's ears, but the husband was still addicted to it. When the woman saw it, she just smiled contemptuously and paid no attention to it.

Jiang Jichen turned his head away. He was not interested in this kind of occasion. He originally wanted to come to the West Market to sell high-quality paints. He didn't want to meet such a lively scene, which was a bit disappointing. When he was about to leave, someone pulled his sleeve from behind , he turned his head and was about to have a seizure, but saw Yang Ting, the Shaoqing Secretary of Dali Temple, looking at him anxiously, suppressing his voice: "Jiang Jichen, come with me, I have something to see you."

"No time." Jiang Jichen pulled his sleeve out of Si Yang Ting's hand in disgust, wanting to stay away from the crowd.

Si Yangting took two quick steps to follow, and stood in front of Jiang Jichen: "I'm the one who stopped you today to make an appointment with you. If you want to catch up tomorrow, I'm afraid it's Dali Temple Minister Fu Lingtian who brought someone to look for you in person. is you."

Jiang Jichen was puzzled, his brows were furrowed, and his slender fingers pinched a piece of jade pendant around his waist that was shaped like a flower. The jade pendant was slightly red because of Jiang Jichen's emotional changes: "Why does Fu Lingtian want me? "

Si Yangting's expression was serious: "What do you think? He is the Minister of Dali Temple, can he do good things with you?" After a pause, "Come with me."

Jiang Jichen and Si Yangting looked at each other, and after a long time, they closed their eyes and walked forward through the crowd: "Go to my place." After finishing speaking, Si Yangting lowered his head and followed closely behind the crowd. Jiang Jichen walked quickly.

Across the crowd, the woman from the Western Regions on the red sedan chair was looking at Jiang Jichen who was going away without blinking. She didn't look away until he disappeared into the depths of the crowd, and stared indifferently.

The attic in the West City is high, and a man with a strong figure stands at the corner of the roof of the attic, looking down at everything. He has a pair of scarlet eyes, his tall and straight body looks tall, his almond eyes are not angry and majestic, and his tall nose bridge looks like The foreign race added a bit of indifference to his already stern face.The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he kicked his feet. The moment he jumped from the height, a pair of dark black wings spread out, piercing the sky, and he flew away into the distance, vigorous and powerful.

Jiang Jichen and Si Yang Ting had to go to a relatively quiet attic in the West Market. When the young man at the door saw Jiang Jichen coming back, he smiled and went forward to greet him: "Master, isn't he going to buy paint? So Are you coming back soon?" While talking, he caught a glimpse of Si Yangting behind Jiang Jichen, "Second Young Master is here too, you haven't come to see Young Master for quite a while, but Young Master always misses Second Young Master and Master."

Jiang Jichen only turned his head to look at the boy, and the boy smiled, covered his lips and smiled, but he was not afraid because of Jiang Jichen's cold eyes: "Yes, yes, the little one is talking too much."

Jiang Jichen looked back and continued to walk towards the attic hall. The servant followed and said, "Master, yesterday a young master of the Chen family ordered a portrait. He said he came to ask you to draw it at night. Take a look."

Jiang Jichen didn't stop: "Push it, just say that I'm sick today, so I won't be entertained."

The boy was still about to say something, but Jiang Jichen had already entered the door.Si Yangting stopped in his tracks and patted the boy on the shoulder: "I have some business to discuss with your young master today, and you stand guard at the door. I'm afraid this business won't be done today."

The boy smiled and bowed to Si Yang Ting, puzzled and said, "Second Young Master, I don't quite understand what you said. What business can you do with my Young Master? My brother."

Si Yang Ting laughed loudly: "My brother has spoiled you so much, you don't sound like a servant. If you have free time tomorrow, it's the right thing to do for my brother to see a wife."

The little servant bowed and took a step back with a smile, "My lord, I can't say anything about it."

Si Yang Ting saw that Priest Jiang ignored the two people's words at all and walked out to the attic alone, so he patted the boy on the shoulder: "Close the door."

Although the boy was puzzled, he still stepped forward and closed the workshop that made portraits for people.The plaque reads "Hidden Flower Pavilion" in powerful handwriting, which was written by Jiang Jichen himself. The reason why it is called Tibetan Flower Pavilion is because in Jiang Jichen's heart, he always feels that he seems to have forgotten something about flowers in the past .

Although this workshop is called a workshop, it is not small. It is two floors high. The interior decoration is elegant and quiet. It is mainly white. There are a few portraits hanging in the room, all of which have bodies but no faces. Jiang Jichen walked along the stairs Walking up, he could hear the conversation between Si Yang Ting and the boy just now, because he had been handling cases with Si Yang Ting all the year round, he was used to his attitude, thinking that he would come to him for a difficult case today, so he just There were so many people that it disturbed his interest in buying paints, so he came back with Si Yangting.

When Si Yang Ting went upstairs, he saw Jiang Jichen sitting by the window, raised his hand to pick up a paintbrush, and turned it around casually, naturally.

"Tell me, what case is difficult for you?" Jiang Jichen didn't turn his head, but only looked at the surging crowd in the distance.

Jiang Jichen has a pair of phoenix eyes, and there is a charm when he is expressionless. He was brought home by Si Yangting's father, Si Mingyu, the then minister of officials, when he was five years old. It is said that Si Mingyu When I saw Jiang Jichen for the first time, I saw that the boy had beautiful features, and even though his clothes were dirty, he couldn't hide his special temperament. At first, Si Yangting hated this brother very much, because Jiang Jichen was too smart , After seeing everything twice, you will know everything. On the contrary, Si Yangting secretly competed with Jiang Jichen, but he was no match for him. Therefore, Si Yangting often made fun of Jiang Jichen. Yang Ting often joked with Jiang Jichen that it would be very difficult for Jiang Jichen to find a wife in the future, and he was afraid that the new wife might not be a normal person when she saw her man was too beautiful.Jiang Jichen never responded to Si Yang Ting's jokes, and let him say whatever he wanted.

Si Yangting recovered from Jiang Jichen's phoenix eyes, shook his head, and coughed dryly: "Did you hear that a strange thing happened in Dongshi last night?"

Jiang Jichen turned his face and stared at Si Yang Ting speechlessly: "You know, I've never been interested in other people's affairs, if you come here looking for a case, tell me quickly, if it's someone else, hurry up and get out of my eyes Disappeared, disturbing my purity."

Si Yangting shook his head and continued: "That family is Zhang Yuanwai's family who came all the way from Bashu to prepare for the palace examination."

"So what?" Jiang Jichen's brows were already furrowed. He knew Si Yangting's temperament, and he insisted on saying things that could be clearly explained in two sentences, but he was used to it, but he could bear it. Temper.

"I was ordered to take someone to check it out early in the morning, and the book boy said that his son was taken away by a ghost." Si Yangting also expressed disbelief when he spoke.

Jiang Jichen sneered, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his black hair slid from his shoulders and fell on the white mask, which looked as beautiful as a touch of embellishment, and he held a slender pen with his slender fingers: "Tell me the result."

Si Yangting approached Jiang Jichen: "No one took it seriously, but the bookboy was so frightened that he died half of his life. He said that at three o'clock last night, his son was fascinated and walked into an uncarried house alone. The red sedan chair I carried disappeared into the night and never came back.”

(End of this chapter)