The rebirth of the concubine and concubine

Chapter 185: Ingenuity (2)
Indeed, in the painting in front of me, there is a vast water area. The ferryman is sitting on the boat bored with his pole. The boat is tied to a stump beside it, and a bird is listening to it And the sorrowful expression on the face of the ferryman is vivid, and the dense reeds make the surrounding desolate more and more, no one passes by, showing the quiet state of "wild crossing without a boat on its own".

Originally, this painting was made by Mao Yizhi when he was young, but now his fine brushwork has become more and more refined, and the original painting has become more and more exquisite after his renovation, which makes people full of praise.

"Sure enough, it's Mao Aiqing's work, and it's becoming more refined now." Even Bei Mingjue couldn't help but praise the painting when he saw it, with a satisfied look on his face.

"I heard that Prince Jing is also very good at painting, and the original paintings of Mr. Mao are now stored in the Xiping Palace. Now, Prince Jing wants to say a few words?" Concubine Hui showed a faint smile and looked at Xuanzi Jun. , it seems to be intentional, let him come to comment on the paintings of Mao Yizhi and Lin Zixi.

Only through Xuan Zijun's mouth can Lin Zixi be hit the most, and Xuan Zijun naturally cannot be too biased towards Lin Zixi in front of everyone, so Lin Zixi will definitely lose this time!

"Indeed, Mr. Mao's painting skills have improved a lot, and I admire you." After hearing this, Xuan Zijun did not refuse, and walked over slowly, but simply glanced at the painting and then smiled. Said: "It's a pity..."

"My lord's absurd praise..." Mao Yizhi was about to humbly say a few words proudly, but he didn't expect that Mr. Xuanzi would have something to say later, his face froze when he heard the first three words, and the hand that was about to make a bow was facing in the air like that , It’s not going to be taken back, and it’s not going to be done.

"It's a pity that it's been decades. Mr. Mao's mind seems to be still stuck in decades ago. On the contrary, it is not as exquisite as Miss Lin's paintings." Xuan Zijun's mouth curled up, and his eyes fell on Lin Zixi's paintings superior.

Originally, everyone thought that Lin Zixi was doomed, so naturally they didn't intend to look at her paintings. However, when Xuan Zijun said that everyone began to pay attention to Lin Zixi's paintings, which were not much different from Mao Yizhi's. , It is still the same piece of reeds, but under the pressure of the breeze, the reeds seem to come alive, and they look very vivid, and even the water surface is sparkling.

And the ferryman's face not only did not have a sad look on his face, but he was persistent. The bamboo flute was playing leisurely. The boat was not tied to a wooden stake, but was floating on the water casually. The other kind of leisurely mood is actually better than Mao Yizhi's.

"Haha, it really has the artistic conception of 'Yadu unmanned boat crossing'!" Beiming Yan took the lead and stood up and began to applaud, looking at Lin Zixi with a flash of light in his eyes, and the obsession with Lin Zixi has reached the point where he can't extricate himself the point.

For Beiming Yan, Lin Zixi is like a book, every time you turn a page, you can see a different version of her, the more you read, the more interesting you feel, the more you want to know, but she seems to be forever It's like being unable to be read through by others, and it's also this feeling that makes Beiming Yan want to get it the more he can't get it.

"It's true, this poem should have a leisurely taste, but in Mr. Mao's painting, the ferryman is too sad. It's better than Zixi's painting." Beiming Lingque rushed forward I went to look at the two paintings carefully for a long while, and finally praised Lin Zixi with a smile.

"How could it be!" Mao Yizhi naturally understood that he was not as good as Lin Zixi in the ingenuity of his mind, so he couldn't help but pale, and looked at Concubine Hui trembling slightly, which seemed to have a sense of blame.

Didn't it mean that Lin Zixi is a waste who knows nothing!I have bet my reputation all my life, I never thought that I would lose to this bratty brat now!
"It's true that Ms. Lin is even better." Concubine Hui turned her face away, pretending not to see Mao Yizhi's thinking eyes on her, and replied with a bit of gritted teeth.

Naturally, she could see Beiming's absolute favoritism towards Lin Zixi. Although she was pregnant with a child at this time, if she angered Beiming, she would never end well. Naturally, she couldn't be too obvious at this time. When everyone praised Lin Zixi, they helped Mao Yizhi speak.

"If that's the case, the outcome has been decided." Beimingjue let go of Meibi in her arms at this time, and Meibi naturally felt the chill emanating from Beimingjue's body, and obediently sat back in her seat superior.

"I admit defeat, I will resign at this point, leave the palace and go back to my hometown." Mao Yizhi gritted his teeth, and finally bowed to Beimingjue reluctantly, after all, he had already made a bet in front of Beimingjue Yes, if you want to repent at this time, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

He secretly forgot to take a look at Lin Zixi, Mao Yizhi tore up Lin Zixi's corpse countless times in his mind, all because this woman's own bright future was like yesterday, Mao Yizhi didn't seem to realize it This time, he colluded with Concubine Hui to deliberately make things difficult for Lin Zixi, and that's why he ended up like this. Even if he won this match, Beiming Jue was already tired of him, and he won't There is a chance to get ahead.

However, Mao Yizhi still thought that even if he was kicked out of the palace, he would still be able to do more with his painting skills when he returned to his hometown.His hometown is Xuancheng, thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, so the news naturally cannot be spread.When the time comes, as long as I return to my hometown, as long as I make up a random reason to say that I have returned to my hometown with honor, some people will believe it.

"Since Aiqing's bet is to keep these hands before they leave!" Beiming Jue squinted his eyes and looked at Mao Yizhi on the ground, as if to pity him for not understanding his situation at this time.

"Emperor... Your Majesty..." Mao Yizhi said inarticulately, but he didn't expect that it was just a bet that Bei Mingjue wanted to chop off his hands.

"Why, does Aiqing want to deceive the emperor?" Beiming Juecong slowly leaned forward towards Mao Yi, every word he uttered was so gentle, but there was a deadly poison in this gentleness , Mao Yizhi couldn't say a word and could only fall to the ground.

"Slave dare not!" At this time, Mao Yizhi had already called himself a slave, and fell on the ground, his forehead was pressed tightly against the cold bluestone slab, and he could feel the wetness of the moss on it, and a bone-piercing pain hit his back. cold.

"Come on, drag it down!" Beiming didn't say much, and returned to his usual lazy and cold appearance, leaning back on the back of the chair as if he was deep in thought.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Concubine Hui, help me! Concubine Hui, please help me, please help me!" At this moment, Mao Yizhi was as big as a drowning man grabbing the last straw. Shouting, shouting loudly at Concubine Hui.

(End of this chapter)