Royal Master Painter

Chapter 187
Lu Daoxuan took them to live in Fuliyuan, and Jiang Li also found a room near the peach forest, where he could pick peaches by opening the window.

Li Wenling is a strange person, but also a wonderful person, because the people of the Confucian Mansion treated Lu Daoxuan unfairly, so he planted [-] peach trees to comfort his old friend.

The words are sincere, like a childish child with a childlike innocence.

Before they had a short rest, some schoolboys from the Confucian Mansion came to show them the rules of the Confucian Mansion.

On the courtyard wall of Fuliyuan, Jiang Li finally understood why literati and Confucian scholars looked at each other and hated each other.

The walls of the courtyard are densely written with the rules of the Confucian mansion, from not eating after noon to not drinking alcohol for no reason, not eating and talking at bedtime, there are also regulations on clothing, wearing the regular clothes of the Confucian mansion, forbidden to wear demons; There are rules in everything.

The government regulations of Wenfu are just a few words, and the regulations of Confucianism are an encyclopedia dictionary. When you jump directly to the last article, there is a serial number on it, article 1000 and 31!
Originally, the idea was that the guests do as they please, after all, in the Confucian Mansion, Xihe's rules must be followed, but after reading it, Jiang Li said that he couldn't do it at all.

"Brothers of the Wen Mansion, you can freely visit the Confucian Mansion, but you must abide by the rules of the Confucian Mansion"

"Mr. Shutong, I want to ask, if you violate it, what will be the punishment?" Jiang Greed asked.

"Usually whipping or confinement, the whipping ranges from ten to fifty times"

Jiang Li thought for a while, his body, which had been tempered from countless escapes from Yique, should not be a problem to resist him thousands of times, so he lost the patience to continue watching.

Today is their first day in Xihe, and you are naturally curious about the environment here. This book boy just mentioned the second point, that people don't drink for no reason, and when they turned around, they found that everyone in the yard had slipped away!

Gather people from the Wen Mansion and let them obey the rules of the Confucian Mansion. This is something that can't be done in the Wen Mansion. How can it be possible to do it in Xihe.

Fu Changlin took Zhao Suixian and Lin Wanxi directly to Taolin with wine, and changed places. Of course, it was necessary to get together to recite poems and fight against each other. Banquets and chats are the favorites of literati.

Jiang Greed couldn't chat with them, so he left Fuliyuan with Shui Wuxin, planning to go around the Confucian Mansion.

If there is one thing to encourage the people of the Confucian Mansion, it is that there are many farmlands around the Confucian Mansion. The Wenshui River flows westward, and the Jishui River flows eastward. The two big rivers converge to nourish thousands of lands.

This is also due to the admonishment of the first generation of Confucianism, the word Chuanfu is cultivated and read.

At this time, the sky was drizzling. Outside of walking the seedlings, there were still people sitting on the back of a cow in the field, holding a half-volume of books against the drizzle. Although the scenery here is not as magnificent as the mountains and rivers, it also has more life. gas.

Shui Wuxin saw Niu's eyes shining, and he couldn't hide his liking for something.

"Do you like cattle?" Jiang Greed asked.

Shui Wuxin was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment before nodding and answering.

"Forget it, I have something to do, you wait for me"

Shui Wuxin ran directly to the field and followed the cows. Wherever the cows went, he followed them.

"Are all your scribes behaving so strangely?"

A crisp voice came from behind Jiang Lu, and Jiang Lu looked back. It was a child of seven or eight years old, wearing a black and white shirt, obviously a student of the Confucian Mansion.

Jiang Li also felt surprised. This child is already a Confucian family student at a young age, needless to say, his talent is rare in the world.

After seeing this child, Jiang Li could not help but sigh secretly, no wonder the Confucian Mansion is the best mansion in the world, Jiang Li has only seen one child with such qualifications in Yunzhou, and that is Yaya!
"We painters basically have our own unique hobbies. For example, Lu Daoxuan, the number one painter in the world, lived in the mountains and forests when he was young, sitting in danger all day long, observing the bleak clouds and smoke in the morning and evening, and the wind and moon. For example, when I paint, I will first communicate with everyone The painted objects come into close contact, so Shui Wuxin naturally does the same."

"Then he wants to draw a cow?"

Shui Wuxin followed a green bull, bending over frequently.

"Probably"

"You are also a painter, can you make a painting for me?" the child asked.

"You? Why should I paint you"

"My name is Yan Ci. I am an enlightened Confucian scholar, and I am also a saint. It is your honor to paint for me."

Although Yan Ci is not big, she has a proud face.

"Smelly child, go aside"

Jiang Li kicked the child's ass, unexpectedly, Yan Ci was even more angry, and his fingertips were entwined with thunder. Jiang Li also did not expect that Yan Ci was young but his strength should not be underestimated.

After the thunder fell on the body, although it did not cause too much damage, the physical body still felt paralyzed after thousands of tempers.

If it was an ordinary person, Yan Ci's blow would be enough to injure an adult, and Jiang Tan frowned slightly at such a young age.

It just so happened that Shui Wuxin also walked over excitedly at this time. At first, Jiang Greed thought he was drawing a cow, so he followed behind the cow's buttocks, but Shui Wuxin was holding a bunch of...
"You are for this?"

Jiang Greed's expression was as embarrassing as if he had eaten a big lump of xiang. Fortunately, he had defended it in every possible way just now, but he didn't expect that Shui Wuxin's real purpose was cow dung.

"Could it be possible, this is the best bait, Yutiankou is easy to get a lot of money!"

For a fishing fanatic, as long as he can fish, he doesn't care if he is thrown into the West River in embarrassment.

"It turns out that you scribes don't like cows, but cow dung."

Being ridiculed by a little baby, Jiang Li's face was a little uneasy, Yan Ci said without holding back after seeing Shui Wuxin's appearance.

"This sister looks really good-looking..."

With the top bait, Shui Wuxin was originally in high spirits, but after hearing Yan Ci's words, he felt displeased. Although he looks like a man and a woman, he hates others talking about his gender.

"I am male!"

"Oh, I remembered, many brothers said that Qingdu is very masculine, and many male painters like to dress up as women, like a bitch!"

These words made Shui Wuxin run away, no longer caring that there was only a child in front of him.

No one would like this kind of child who was spoiled since he was a child, and his words were not too old or young, but Jiang Li still stopped Shui Wuxin who wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Are you carrying a saint's bone?" Jiang Greed asked.

"En!" Yan Ci raised his head proudly.

"The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't matter for us ordinary people to get in the rain. Should a peerless genius like you find a place to hide from the rain? If you get soaked in the rain, you will lose face."

The rain in summer came quickly, and it only took a short time from the original light rain to heavy rain.

"Well, that's right"

"Then hurry up and find a place to hide from the rain. Look at that tree. It's so dense that it can be used to hide from the rain."

Jiang Greed pointed to a big tree not far away, and then said persuasively.

"it is good"

Yan Ci hurriedly ran under the tree, and after running under the tree, he made faces at the two idiots who were drenched in the rain.

"Why don't you let me teach him a lesson?" Shui Wuxin was a little dissatisfied.

"This is a member of the Yan family, disciples of Confucian scholars. Wouldn't it be more ironic if they were struck by lightning?"

Jiang Greed smirked, and suddenly, thunder fell from the sky and connected to the big tree.

With a click, the thick and thin tree hugged by the two of them broke in half, and Shui Wuxin couldn't help but shiver.

"Why didn't I realize you were so bad before?"

"Don't tarnish my name, you've seen it too, it has nothing to do with me if he was struck by lightning. What's more, the bones of saints won't die for a while!"

(End of this chapter)