Prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 1033 The Painter and the Oiran

Considering the possibility of personally entering the Chunshui Courtyard to inquire about the situation, Shangguan Bingyun was no longer dressed as Lin Ruoxi at this time, but dressed as a handsome young man.

After two dishes of exquisite side dishes and three cups of warm wine, the world has indeed become much more beautiful. Even a dead tree on the street seems to have come back to life.But Shangguan Bingyun didn't realize that she didn't know when she started. She was no longer a tool that only knew to complete the tasks Ye Chen gave her. growing up.

Shangguan Bingyun was sitting by the window looking out, watching the bustling crowd on the street with interesting eyes.Suddenly, I saw a graceful woman wearing a bamboo hat coming out of the side door of Chunshui Courtyard, heading west.Immediately afterwards, she saw a subordinate downstairs gesturing to her, and this woman turned out to be that Tang Shanshan.

Shangguan Bingyun thought about it, threw down the ingots of silver as wine money, hurriedly chased him out, turned around the intersection, and saw the alluring body wrapped in light purple clothes.

Tang Shanshan is worthy of being the number one oiran in Yingtian Mansion. Although her body is plump, her waist is very thin. When she walks, her waist swings very peculiarly, with a charm that can make most men's hearts beat.

Shangguan Bingyun followed far behind. Even though she was a woman, the charming girlish walking posture made her feel a little pleasing to the eye.

Tang Shanshan didn't notice Shangguan Bingyun at all, but even if she saw Shangguan Bingyun, she would not suspect that Shangguan Bingyun was following her.

She kept asking people in the shops on both sides, as if she was asking for someone.

The road she walked was getting narrower and dirtier, and she had reached the lowest corner of the city. Shangguan Bingyun was not surprised and couldn't figure out who she was looking for.

People like Tang Shanshan, walking in this kind of place, naturally attracted more attention. Some rogues were already pointing and commenting.

But she was miserable and didn't care. When others glanced at her, she would stare at them with the big eyes that were only exposed on her face, and would ask people for directions from time to time.

The people she asked seemed to have lived here for a long time, and many of them pointed to a small hillside.

Shangguan Bingyun didn't realize it was even more strange: "How can there be the person she is looking for in this kind of place."

At this time, Tang Shanshan went to the foot of the hill and asked a middle-aged woman again.

This time, Shangguan Bingyun vaguely heard Tang Shanshan ask: "Lu Xiucai lives up there, that Lu Xiucai who paints very well."

The woman shook her head, expressing that she didn't know, but a half-old child beside her said: "Mother, what this sister is talking about is Lu Xiucai on the top of the mountain, that is old man Lu! I heard someone call him Xiucai Gong."

The woman smiled and said: "Oh! You are looking for Old Man Lu, he is in the third room above the hillside, the one with the Eight Diagrams curtain at the door, it is very easy to find."

Who is this Lu Xiucai?Why did Tang Shanshan want to find him?correct!He can paint, could it be that Shui'er's portrait came from him.Could this slum in Yingtianfu be some kind of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?Shangguan Bingyun went up to the hillside ahead of time, first walked around to the third room, and looked in through the hole of a small window next to it. In the dimly lit room, there was a slightly dilapidated man sitting at a dilapidated table. The hunchbacked, 50-year-old old man looks indescribably lonely and desolate, as if he has completely lost interest in life. He is sitting here now, as if he is just waiting for death to come.

Could it be that such a sloppy old man is also a demon master under the command of Demon Venerable Cui Xi?Otherwise, how could he draw the portrait of Shui'er that contained the charm of the devil way?

Shangguan Bingyun was wondering, Tang Shanshan had already opened the door and walked in, looked around, frowned again, and said, "You are Lu Xiucai?"

The old man was expressionless, and said with a blank face: "Yes, this old man is Lu Xiucai, two cents for fortune-telling, one cent for drawing amulets."

Tang Shanshan frowned even tighter, and said, "I'm looking for a painter Lu Xiucai, not a fortune teller."

Lu Xiucai said indifferently: "I am Lu Xiucai, a painter, but I changed my career two months ago. If the girl wants a portrait, I'm afraid it's two months late."

Tang Shanshan finally loosened her eyebrows and said, "It doesn't matter if you change your career or not, as long as you are really Lu Xiucai who specializes in portraiture, you are the one I am looking for."

As she spoke, she took out a roll of paintings from her long sleeves, spread them out on the table in front of Lu Xiucai, stared at Lu Xiucai and said in a deep voice, "I ask you, is this painting drawn by you?" of? Who is the person in the painting?"

Shangguan Bingyun also wanted to see if this painting was a portrait of Shui'er, but it was a pity that the light in the room was too dark, and Tang Shanshan's shadow covered the painting, even with her eyesight she couldn't see it clearly.

She could only see Lu Xiucai's face, which was still blank, without any expression or emotion, as if he was wearing a mask, or he seemed to be a body without a soul.

Because Lu Xiucai never glanced at the painting from the beginning to the end, but just stared blankly at the front, and continued to say word by word in his empty and monotonous voice: "I don't know if this painting is Who painted it, and don't know who the person in the painting is?"

Tang Shanshan's figure flickered, and the next moment she was in front of Lu Xiucai, grabbed his skirt, and said angrily, "How could you not know that this painting clearly has your signature on it."

Shangguan Bingyun was shocked when she saw this, but she did not expect that Tang Shanshan was also a master.

Lu Xiucai said coldly: "Let go of your hand, are you the same as the old man? I can't see that the old man is blind."

Tang Shanshan felt as if someone had suddenly tied a palm on her face, she let go of her hand immediately, and said in a broken voice, "You...you are blind, you really can't see anything?"

Lu Xiucai said with a painful face: "If the old man can still see, why would he put down his brush? Painting is the life of the old man. The old man has already lost his life. The person sitting here is just a walking corpse."

Tang Shanshan stayed there for a while, and slowly rolled up the painting, but she let it go halfway, and a gleam of hope flashed in her eyes, and she said loudly: "Although you can't see the person in the painting, you can't You should remember her, she is a beautiful girl, do you remember that you drew a beautiful and charming girl about two months ago?"

Lu Xiucai said: "Although I am poor and old and blind now, two months ago, I, Lu Xiucai, was a well-known figure in the entire Central Plains and even the entire Song Dynasty."

After saying these words, his empty and dull face suddenly shone with a miraculous light. This proud light seemed to revive his whole body.He continued excitedly: "In recent years, some people have compared the old man to Wu Daozi. In the whole world, there is no lady from a famous family who would not ask the old man to paint her portrait. I don't know how many beautiful girls the old man has painted."

Tang Shanshan said: "But this girl is different. You must believe me, no matter how many beauties you have drawn, you will never forget her. As long as it is a man, not even a woman, no matter who has seen her face, I will never forget it."

Lu Xiucai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly began to laugh miserably, trembling all over his body. After a while, he suddenly said: "The painting you mentioned is one and a half feet wide and two and a half feet long, and the person in the painting is wearing a pink dress." Skirt with a blue border." For some reason, when he said these words, his expression was extremely complicated, with expressions of memories, lust, resentment, and regret.

Tang Shanshan was overjoyed and said: "That's right, it's this painting, I know you will remember it, and of course you will also remember who is the beauty in the painting?"

Now Lu Xiucai was trembling even more, with an empty face that looked terrified at the moment, and hissed, "You actually asked her...you really asked her...I...I Don't remember who she is, I don't know her at all ... I haven't met her at all."

What he said was contradictory, and while he was talking, he held the table with both hands, and the table rattled, and he stood up staggeringly, and then he was about to rush out the door while holding on to the corner of the wall.

Tang Shanshan grabbed him, pushed him back on the chair, and said sharply, "You've seen her before, haven't you? You remember her too, don't you?"

Lu Xiucai tremblingly said: "Girl, I beg you, please let me go, I... I am just a poor, blind, useless old man, waiting here to die quietly, why do you still have to force me?"

With a choking sound, Tang Shanshan drew out the dagger, pressed it against his throat, and said sharply, "If you don't tell me, I'll kill you."

Lu Xiucai kept trembling, the death threat in front of her eyes finally overcame the shadow of fear in her heart before, and said loudly: "Okay, let me tell you, she...she is not human, she...she is a witch."

Seeing this, Shangguan Bingyun had more doubts in his heart, the previous inferences might all be wrong, it only felt more and more confusing.Originally, she thought that Tang Shanshan and Cui Xi were in the same group, but now it seems that Tang Shanshan was just being used.It's just that now I don't know why I suddenly started to track down Shui'er's whereabouts.

What kind of identity does Tang Shanshan have?Why do you have to go out of your way to find this old painter and ask about the whereabouts of the painting and the origin of the painting.

And after more than two months of painting the portrait of Shui'er, the old painter still dare not tell Shui'er's origin, why is he so afraid of Shui'er?However, Shui'er can be considered a little witch because she has practiced the Dafa of Demon Dao and Charm taught by the Jade Empress.

At this time, Shangguan Bingyun saw Tang Shanshan ponder for a while, and deliberately sneered, "Witch? How can such a beautiful girl be a witch?"

Lu Xiucai trembled and said: "Yes, although I have seen many beauties in my life, there is no one as charming as her. Back then, Empress Xiao Zhou of the Southern Tang Dynasty invited me to paint a portrait. It was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But the beauty of Xiao Zhouhou fascinates me the most, but the beauty of this girl can drive me crazy, and I would rather sacrifice everything, not even my life, just to get her to smile at me."

(End of this chapter)