Chang'an is good

Chapter 126 Hearing the Wind of Worshiping the Moon

That night, Yubai didn't sleep either.

He dragged his wounded body, and waited until late at night yesterday, when he finally waited for his parents and younger sister to come back.

Just when he thought he could finally see the moon when the clouds opened and he could ask in detail about today's apprentice banquet, but he saw his parents and younger sister yawning one after another, so dense that he didn't even have a chance to speak.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow..." Qiao Jijiu waved at his son and fell asleep.

Qiao Yubai wanted to ask the servants, but everyone's reaction was more sleepy than a dog.

How exhausting it was to be so sleepy?

Qiao Yubai returned to the room, but his mind couldn't stop for a moment.

Today, he has heard some scattered news that has been circulated so many times, what is the picture of a tiger with no eyes, what Mrs. Xie hurts others and eventually harms himself, what Taifu Chu suffered from red eye disease on the spot, and he did not hesitate to accuse his father Gao Pan Ningning...

How many unexpected things happened to him that day!
After countless tossings and turns, Qiao Yubai's hatred for Chang Miao gradually reached its peak.

He once saw in a book about ghosts and ghosts that a kind of evil monster lived by sucking the hostility and hatred of mortals. It can cause disasters for hundreds of years of practice.

He thought now, this evil monster just didn't bump into him at this time, but if it bumped into him, why did he practice bitterly for hundreds of years?

It's no problem for him to raise a hundred or so such monsters by himself.

Seeing that Dongfang was white at last, Qiao Yubo immediately got up and went to pay his respects to his parents, but they hadn't got up yet.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun..." While Qiao Yubai was waiting, the servant brought good news for his Lang Jun's life: "Girl, wake up!"

"Quick, help me over there!"

Qiao Yumian had just gotten up to wash and wash, and wanted to eat some breakfast before returning to the cage, but when he heard that his limping elder brother had already found him, he realized that his dream was shattered when he returned to the cage.

After hastily eating breakfast, she told her elder brother what happened in the Tai Tower yesterday.

Qiao Yubai was gradually dumbfounded.

Thousands of surprises, all kinds of sighs, finally turned into one sentence in his mind - what did he miss yesterday?
It's just that there is still a sliver of reason: "Ning Ning's tiger picture, is it really so good?"

He had never heard that Ning Ning was good at calligraphy and painting before——

"Of course." Qiao Yumian's voice was soft, but her expression was proud: "Although I couldn't see it, I could hear it clearly. At that time, everyone was praising Ningning, even Grand Tutor Chu recognized it."

Qiao Yubai was stunned.

We all know that Taifu Chu has always been poisonous, and his picky eyes are unbearable for ordinary people... It is not much easier to get his approval than to be the number one scholar.

The young man stood up suddenly and walked out.

The young man hurried to help.

"Where are you going, brother?" Qiao Yumian asked hastily.

"Go to Tailou!"

Qiao Yumian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly reminded: "Brother, you need to rest for the injury on your head!"

Her brother's voice of grievance and remorse reached her ears——

"I just heard your words yesterday!"

He was obedient and stayed at home, but what happened?

Since Master Chu came and left yesterday, his head and heart have never been quiet for a moment... Being tortured is worse than dying!
"Hey, isn't that Yubai? Didn't he say he was going to rest for a while, why did he come out?"

Students wandering around in the Imperial College saw Qiao Yubai's master and servant hurrying away, and they couldn't help showing curiosity.

"Do you need to ask? It must be because I missed the painting of Mrs. Chang's trip to the Tailou yesterday, and I was anxious to see the painting!"

"You were all there yesterday?"

"That's right, it's a pity that it passed early, and then it was full, but I couldn't get in if I wanted to..."

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that the picture of a tiger in the mountains and forests was made by a woman."

"It was a child's play to accept Mrs. Chang as a disciple for offering wine before. Looking at it now, Mrs. Chang is not something in the pool, and accepting Mrs. Chang as a disciple for offering wine is not a whim."

Someone sighed and said: "Although Mrs. Chang is a woman, she is not comparable to us."

Song Xian who passed by here paused slightly upon hearing this.

Yesterday he came back early and rested early, but the news of his classmates coming back at night woke him up. Although those classmates' compliments on Chang Suining were not loud, they were full of unquenchable amazement.

When I got up this morning, the Guozijian was discussing this matter everywhere, and I heard it wherever I went.

But at this moment, these words fell on Song Xian's heart like a stone.

She is not something in the pool, and the acceptance of disciples for offering wine is not a whim...?
What about him who wanted to worship Jijiu as a teacher before but was declined?

Is he not as good as a little girl?
The conversation in the twilight four days ago seems to be still in my ears.

At that time, he believed in his mouth and heart that accepting the other party as an apprentice in the sacrificial wine was just playing with the little girl at home, and the other party's flamboyant behavior of wanting to hold a teacher apprentice banquet made him dissatisfied——

But the little girl told him that she was sure that she would not dishonor the name of sacrificial wine.

She also said that she would be a good enough student.

He just sneered at that time, and he didn't hide his sneer.

But now what he heard in his ears was like a slap in the face.

Among the group of students, some were skeptical: "No matter how good a woman can draw a tiger, how good can it be...Is it because you are exaggerating?"

"The painting is hanging in the Dengtai Building. If you don't believe it, just go and see for yourself!"

"Go, let's go together..."

"Brother Song!" Someone saw Song Xian, and casually invited him when he stepped forward to salute: "Brother Song must have heard about the incident of going to the Tailou yesterday? We are going to see a painting, do you want to go with Brother Song?"

Song Xiancai is well-known, his talent and learning are very eye-catching among all the candidates, and because he has been praised by Qiao Jijiu many times, he is one of the most promising candidates for next year's Chunwei. With the existence of friendship.

Facing those gazes, Song Xian said seriously: "I need to visit a gentleman today, so I won't go with you."

"I don't know which great Confucian brother Song is going to visit again?"

"That's right, Brother Song is different from idlers like us!"

"Brother Song, let's take our leave."

The classmates left talking and laughing together, Song Xian stood where he was, fingers in his sleeves clasped silently, with a complicated expression on his face.

He just lied.

He has no plans to visit anyone today.

He didn't even understand why he subconsciously wanted to lie and avoid it.

The left and right are just a painting, how old is she, and her appearance is so distinct that she doesn't seem like someone who can calm down and study calligraphy and painting...

He didn't deny that she must have some talent to get so many affirmations.

But those comments were full of admiration for her as a woman, so in the final analysis, these compliments undoubtedly mixed with a different view of her being so talented as a woman——

The same good painting, if it comes from the hands of a woman, is more likely to be noticed and discussed than a man because of its rarity, so it is destined not to be treated equally.

A bit of talent, a bit of special treatment because of being a woman...

Besides, he didn't need to compare with a girl like her.

Song Xian pursed his lips, turned and left.

……

When Qiao Yubai came to Dengtai Tower, the outside of the building was already full of people.

The young servant found out after inquiring, because there were too many people coming to see the paintings, and in order to avoid crowding and causing riots, only 50 people could be accepted upstairs at a time. If you want to see the paintings, you have to wait outside and wait to enter.

Qiao Yubai, who was standing in the crowd and supported by a servant, was stunned.

Ning Ning is famous for his painting, right?
All the voices in my ears were chaotic, but they were all about his family, Ningning.

Some of the people who were present yesterday seemed to have become hot cakes at the moment, surrounded by people asking questions, talking vividly about the situation in the building yesterday.

A man in a long gown who walked through the crowd with a pen and paper and wrote down key points in a pamphlet from time to time caught Qiao Yubai's attention.

Isn't that... the storyteller in the teahouse opposite?

Sure enough, it is not unreasonable to become the most popular storyteller in the city.

And Qiao Yubai soon caught the attention of the storyteller.

After all, it was really hard to ignore such a handsome young man with a wound cloth wrapped around his head, who was unable to move and needed to be supported.

"This gentleman is injured, but he is still not afraid of the scorching heat...he must also be a painter, right?" The storyteller tried to talk to him.

Such a fanatical follower is very suitable to be his material.

The servant next to Qiao Yubai couldn't help but said: "My husband is Mrs. Chang's elder brother, he couldn't come here because he was recuperating at home yesterday!"

The young servants straightened their backs extraordinarily while speaking, so that people would know that they were different from these outsiders who came to see the painting!
Qiao Yubai glanced at the servant with disapproval—how could he be so vain?

The storyteller looked at Qiao Yubai in surprise: "Mr. Chang is Mrs. Chang's elder brother?"

Facing the gazes that were all looking over at him, Qiao Yubai coughed, smiled slightly, and nodded reservedly and steadily: "The one who did the painting is Sister Sister."

Everyone gathered around immediately.

……

The side of the Dengtai Tower was completely surrounded, and in the Ganlu Hall in the palace, Emperor Shengji had already learned the details of what happened yesterday from Ming Luo.

It was too late when Ming Luo returned to the palace last night, so he did not disturb the rest of the Holy Book Emperor.

"This Mrs. Xie acted a little recklessly yesterday." Emperor Shengji couldn't hear any anger or anger, but said: "It seems that the days after leaving the palace are so smooth that she has forgotten that the root of her actions lies in prudence. Two words."

While speaking, she looked at Ming Luo who was standing and answering with her head bowed: "But her trip yesterday, is it related to your mother?"

What she was referring to was Ming Luo's aunt, Ying Guogong's wife Chang.

Ming Luo's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and his expression remained calm: "Luo Er still doesn't know."

She was indeed disturbed by Chang Suining's words and deeds last night, thinking about it now...it is indeed quite possible.

"The Xie family certainly doesn't dare to say too much, but I want it, and the Chang family and others also want it." The emperor's voice was very soft, but his majesty did not diminish: "Ah Shen has never been wronged in the matter of Dayun Temple—— Now is the troubled season, since the skills are not as good as others, there should be no more troubles."

"Yes." Ming Luo said calmly, "Luo Er will send a reminder."

"I also heard that the works written by the girl from the Chang family are quite admiring the moon—" When the word "Chongyue" was mentioned, most of the sense of majesty in the emperor's tone was silently removed: "In your opinion Come on, are there any similarities?"

Ming Luo's heart tightened slightly.

She just omitted this point without mentioning it, but my aunt had already heard about it from other courtiers.

And the aunt obviously cared too.

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