Fisherman's Song Dynasty

The servants who were resting outside the pavilion immediately moved, unloaded a few wooden boards and wooden frames from the carriage, carried them into the pavilion and assembled them. After a while, they assembled a long table, and then someone Bring pens, inks, papers and inkstones, including water cups, paperweights, etc., are all complete.

Kong Baishu waited for all the things to be neatly arranged, and then smiled and waved his hand as a gesture of invitation: "Which one will come first?"

As the saying goes, there is no first in writing, and there is no second in martial arts. No scholar in the world dares to claim that Lao Tzu is the first in learning. When encountering such a thing, he is naturally humble. No one is willing to come up to paint first, and Kong Baishu doesn’t care. Anyway, he is a social Long, it is also appropriate for him to start this.

The pavilion was not spacious, and the servants backed out after finishing the arrangement, and even the dark green backed out, and returned to his own carriage. Xu Zizhen yawned and slowly opened his eyes, took a look inside the pavilion, and stretched his arms. Touched Mo Lu: "Hey little Jasmine, where did that Kong idiot come from?"

Molu chuckled: "You are so annoying. My name is Molu, not Little Jasmine, and Mr. Kong is not called Bai... Bai, he is the only son of Mr. Kong Qilin who stayed behind on Jiangnan East Road."

Another son of an official, it's no wonder that Xu Zizhen secretly disdains being the president of this company, and asked: "Stay behind? What kind of official is that? Is it higher than our Lord Wen?"

Mo Lu shook his head and said: "It's different. Our adults are civil servants, and the left guards are military officers. If we really want to talk about it, our adults are superior, but the left guards are directly under the Privy Council. Even our adults cannot easily command him."

"Oh?" Xu Zizhen was taken aback. Aren't all the soldiers on Jiangnan East Road under Wen Chengyan's control?Why is there something left behind?He does know what the Privy Council means, it's similar to the Central Military Commission in his time, directly under the Privy Council, so in terms of status, it's better than Governor Wen.

Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, the thieves he had caught several times who robbed beautiful women all had traces of serving as soldiers, and when Zhifu Wen mentioned this topic, he always seemed to avoid talking about it. On this person?

But staying behind is something he, a little policeman, can check as soon as he says, and soon he stopped thinking about it. Governor Wen told himself not to say anything, because he had his own plans, or he didn't want to go there at all. After checking, why should I take the initiative to take this risk?

Thinking of this, he didn't go any further. Although the little maid, Mo Lu, was still young, she was cute and mischievous, and she was also a beauty. Xu Zizhen was so cold that he panicked, so he stopped napping and chatted with Mo Lu, such as Wen Xian's age, height, measurements, etc.

It's just that the dark green was tight-lipped, asked a few more words and stared at him like a thief, Xu Zizhen had no choice but to shut up, ran to the side to pick up a bunch of dead branches, built a fire to keep warm, and by the way He didn't have time to sneak a few glances at Wen Xian and Hu Qing in the pavilion.

Well, these two girls are both in good shape, Miss Wen doesn't know what to eat, she is so big, and in this age without a boob cover, I don't see her drooping a little bit, so does Hu Qing, this little butt is up The... tsk tsk, is it a martial arts background, darling... Huh?Why does my old man have a hot nose?

The pavilion is in full swing, and Kong Baishu has already been completed. Now it is Gu Zhongchen and Wen Xian who are facing each other at the side of the long table. With just one glance, he couldn't help applauding secretly, the demeanor of the number one talented scholar in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed different.

Wen Xian, on the other hand, was holding her sleeve with her left hand, and she meditated for a while before starting to draw. She had a calm, graceful and luxurious demeanor, a ladylike demeanor. Even if Xu Zizhen didn't take a fancy to this arrogant girl, she was still impressed by her appearance—— —It would be nice to have her as a welcome guest at my door when I got married.

The two of Gu and Wen came down to be the Hu Chang brothers and sisters. What surprised Xu Zizhen was that Hu Qing also painted seriously. Although he couldn't see the painting skills, this posture was full of scholarly background.

What's more, the three members of Ling and the other members of the Deyun Club came to take away the painting done by their own servants. Everyone has different brush skills and time for painting. In comparison, Gu Zhongchen and Wen Xian are the fastest. Yes, Zhang Linghe was the slowest among the members who were the last to make a move. After a total of nearly two hours, Xu Zizhen's eyes were sore from peeking, and then all the pens in the pavilion were written.

Several servants hung up all the paintings, one by one facing the inside of the pavilion, in a circle shape, like a tent surrounded by scrolls, and the scholars who came to watch were far away and couldn't see each other. I have to jump my feet, trying to squeeze over to see but dare not.

Seeing their appearance, Xu Zizhen couldn't help laughing to himself: none of these guys left their names in history, and they couldn't see anything famous, so why bother to work so hard.

Several people all stood in front of the paintings, looked down one by one, exclaimed from time to time, and occasionally commented a few words, but they all said it was good or not. Xu Zizhen felt contemptuous in his heart. The behavior of flattering, turned his eyes and walked over, standing outside the pavilion and looking at the paintings.

Hu Chang painted an ink-and-wash rockery with a pheasant resting on the mountain. Although his character is not very good, he was born in Juren after all, and his brush has some skills; Hu Qing painted an eagle with its wings spread. Soaring in the sky, with smooth lines and vigorous brushstrokes, Xu Zizhen was surprised that she, a girl, could draw such works; Gu Zhongchen painted a landscape, a stretch of green hills, a quiet river, and a small boat on the river. As a fisherman, I have to say that his family has a long history, and his skill is obviously very deep.

Wen Xian's paintings made Xu Zizhen's eyes shine. He thought that Wen Xian would draw a picture of a lady or a rural landscape, but he didn't expect that what she painted was the Great Wall of Beacon Fire. The ancient Great Wall, but a small ink painting vividly outlines the great rivers and mountains of China.

When Xu Zizhen looked at Kong Baishu's painting in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help being taken aback. The painting showed a beautiful and dignified woman holding a round fan, looking at a cluster of roses not far from the window. The flowers and the woman complement each other, adding a bit of charm Beauty, but Xu Zizhen almost laughed out loud, isn't this girl Hu Qing?With her temperament of wielding knives and guns, I really can't imagine what it would be like for her to dress up and sit there pretending to be a literary youth.

As expected, Hu Qing immediately jumped up when he saw the painting: "Kong Xiaoer, what do you mean by painting me like this? Are you mocking me?"

Kong Baishu didn't expect the flattery to be slapped on the horse's feet, and he was embarrassed for a while, and forced a smile: "Qing'er, I... this is just an imagination..."

"Hmph! Imagine me as a lady? What's so bad about practicing martial arts? It's worth making fun of me like this?"

Kong Baishu felt that he couldn't argue, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He was full of grievances and anger and had nowhere to vent. In a blink of an eye, he saw Xu Zizhen snickering outside the pavilion, and he suddenly became angry.

Hu Chang looked carefully at the side, rolled his eyes and smiled at Xu Zizhen: "Why is Brother Xu alone outside the pavilion? How can there be no great talent like Brother Xu among the painting club?"

Kong Baishu didn't know Xu Zizhen's details, but seeing his attire, he didn't believe he had any talent at all. He just thought it was Gu Zhongchen and the others who had suffered in other ways. Hearing Hu Chang's prompting, he immediately followed up and said, "Exactly, exactly. Mr. Xu, please come in, and I hope you can teach me!" He turned sideways to reveal the long table.

Xu Zizhen sneered secretly: Hu Chang knows that poetry can't beat me, so he wants to get back his position in painting?good!I wish you as much as you want!

He wanted to think so, but deliberately put on an expression of fear and anxiety on his face, waved his hands again and again and said: "No, no, no, it's good for me to take a look outside. I really like painting..."

At this time, Gu Zhongchen also came over, and said seriously and respectfully: "Zhongchen has the courage to ask Mr. Xu for advice."

After Wen Xian returned to Suzhou, she never talked about Xu Zizhen with Governor Wen, so until now she didn't know why Gu Zhongchen admired him so much, and didn't know whether he was talented, so she just stood aside and watched without saying a word.

"This..." Xu Zizhen laughed so hard in his stomach, but his face was full of embarrassment, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Since Mr. Gu kindly invites me, I'll make a fool of myself, but you are not allowed to laugh at me for a while. .”

Kong Baishu and others stepped aside and gave him the long table. Gu Zhongchen even stepped forward to grind ink for Xu Zizhen. About other people's ink grinding?

Xu Zizhen was also polite, walked up to choose a pen, and grabbed the top of the pen holder with tiger claws. The people around were stunned, how can anyone hold a pen like this?Xu Zizhen seemed to feel awkward himself, flipped his hand and put down the pen again, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I don't know how to use a brush."

Everyone was in an uproar, the genius Gu Zhongchen was talking about didn't know how to use a brush?Kong Baishu and Hu Chang's eyes flashed a gleam of pleasure, as expected, this guy can't draw, and he really made a fool of himself.

Xu Zizhen didn't care what they thought, he picked up a piece of paper, turned around and left the pavilion. Gu Zhongchen was taken aback, and shouted: "Mr. Xu! You..."

Xu Zizhen ignored him, went back to the fire next to the carriage, pulled out a piece of charcoal that had long lost its heat, turned around and smiled and said, "I can just use this." After he finished speaking, he didn't go to the pavilion, and just went to the pavilion to While sitting, he spread the paper on the shaft of the carriage, pondered for a while, and then drew with charcoal.

The people present had never seen someone paint with charcoal, and they were all amazed. They saw that he was using charcoal to move freely, brushing and walking on the paper. Only the dark green beside him had his eyes gradually widened, and his small mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg into.

Not long after, Xu Zizhen stood up, threw the piece of charcoal backhand, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay!"

Before the servant came over, Mo Lu snatched the painting first, held it in front of Wen Xian with both hands, and said excitedly: "Miss, look!"

Wen Xian took it over suspiciously, she was struck by lightning at a glance, and she froze there, only to see that there was a portrait of herself on the paper, and she was looking back into the distance, with a touch of melancholy in her eyes, the whole portrait seemed as fresh as it was alive, The lines are clear and soft, except that there is no color, it is a replica of itself.

And there is a poem in the blank space on the right side of the painting, also written with charcoal, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, but it is a font she has never seen before-meeting without speaking, a lotus blooming autumn rain.A little dizzy red tide, slanting, the girl's heart is only phoenix.Waiting for the general to call in a low voice, just to condense his love and fear others will see him.Wanting to appeal to You Huai, I turned around and knocked on Yuchai.

The inscription is Xu Zizhen, Suzhou.

"This!" Wen Xian was so shocked that she couldn't control herself. Was this really drawn by that apprentice?