Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 733 Extra Story, Tsing Yi Painter

A towering city wall with the words "Jinling City" written on the gate standing in the middle.

Jinling City is full of high and low buildings and bustling markets.

Streets, restaurants, teahouses, shops and stalls.

The people who come and go are well-dressed and well-dressed. It is not difficult to see that the people here live a relatively prosperous life.

Of course, this is not surprising, because this is the imperial capital of Suliang Kingdom.

The power of the world must be divided for a long time, and it must be divided for a long time.

More than 200 years ago, the state of Chu perished, and Jinling was occupied by the Shogunate. At that time, there were constant wars between the north and the south, and the rule of the Shogunate quickly collapsed. Then there was a ten-year war, which was finally pacified by an army named Su Yu.

Su Yu was the youngest son of Su Yanzhi, a well-known onmyoji at that time. His ancestor was Nie Yuan, a well-known onmyoji. His grandfather Lu Yanqing was said to have a relationship with a god, and his family was very prestigious.

Su Yu's father, Su Yanzhi, was born in Xiangsu, Chu State, and his mother, Xu Xiaobao, was from Liangzhou. Su Yu conferred the country title of Suliang to thank his parents for their kindness.After he pacified the Quartet, he established Jinling as his capital, and now the Su Dynasty has ruled the Suliang Kingdom for more than 170 years.

Su Yu governed the country well, cared about the world, and benefited the common people.His way of governing the country has been passed on to the next generation, and in addition to the peace and good weather in the three realms these years, Su Liang country can be regarded as a peaceful country.

At this time, in the streets of Jinling City, there was an old man carrying a "divination" flag on his back, and he would ask everyone he met, "My lord, can I tell you a divination? Fengshui, marriage, past and present, fortune and official career..."

Most people ignored him.He was not annoyed and continued to wander.

"Diary divination."

One or two mahogany carriages passed slowly through the street. The driver who rode the horse in front was tall and burly, with a very fierce look on his face.

"Fengshui marriage is related to past life and present life, I will do a fortune telling for you, you are not allowed to charge money!"

The coachman was not very old, in his twenties, and he glared at others: "You just rushed to the carriage just like that?!"

"Hey, my lord, this noble man in your car... is not ordinary."

"Get out of the way!"

Does he need to say that the people in the car are not ordinary?The coachman wanted to leave, but the fortune teller refused to let him go, so he pinched his finger and said, "Oh, the nobleman in the car was not a human being in his previous life."

Pinching fingers and counting again: "I was not human in my previous life, and in my previous life... I was not human!"

Is this old guy here to find fault?

"You are right, my master is a fairy!"

"Immortal? No, no." The fortune-teller said seriously, "He was a tortoise in his last life, a crow in his last life, and...well, a pig in his last life..."

"Presumptuous!" The coachman immediately jumped up from the car, "Don't think that I dare not beat you up because you are old."

"Meng Lu." At this time, a slow and even a little cold voice came from inside the carriage, "Don't worry about it, continue on your way."

"Yes, master." Meng Lu frowned at the old man, "Get out of the way...drive."

The speed of the car was still not fast, and the red wheels were rolling along the ancient city of Jinling City.

There are several ancient mansions in the old city, some of which are the architectural sites of the Chu State, and one of the best preserved is an ancient house in the northwest corner.

The century-old trees are lush and green. Under the green trees, a green brick wall has faded and mottled. The two stone lions lying on both sides of the deep gate facing south are also blurred by wind, rain and time.

can't you?
This house is at least 200 years old, but it is worth mentioning that although it looks dilapidated and decayed from the outside, the inside seems to be unique, especially the two courtyards opposite the door, which are particularly new and clean in comparison.

Meng Lu didn't dare to say that this place was inhabited, because he heard that it was haunted by ghosts, and Feng Shui masters said that this place was a haunted house. He didn't really believe in ghosts and gods. This house?
By the way, I haven't introduced his master yet, but his master is actually!

In fact, he is the most mysterious master in the world, Xun.

Of course, Xun is only the signature of the master when he paints, so his works are called "Xun Hua" by the world.

The price of Xun paintings can be as high as buying a city, but no one has ever known who Xun is, so some dignitaries or literati who are obsessed with Xun paintings are trying to find the original works of Xun paintings.

But so far no one knows that his reclusive master is a famous painter all over the world.

Meng Lu has been with his master for ten years. At that time, the master was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he still can't figure out what the master thinks.

Most of the money obtained from selling paintings is donated anonymously, and the rest is also handed over to the housekeeper for comprehensive management. The master does not ask at all, which shows that he has no interest in money.He knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but a person who has learned a lot has never considered taking the national exam, and he is obviously indifferent to fame and official career.

The master likes to walk around, staying in different places for a while and then leaving, living in no fixed place, he seems to be looking for something all the time, but he doesn't even know it.

Until a few months ago, they marched to Jinling, Suliang. One day, the owner who lived in the inn suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he said: "Meng Lu, I want to live in Jinling. You can buy the house at this address." .”

Then, they settled in the ancient and haunted old house in Jinling City.

The owner spends most of his time in the courtyard with an old pear tree, Jing'an Hall.

After the housekeeper Zhouquan arrived in Jinling from Anyang, he began to arrange for the renovation of the house, hiring servants for the nursing home, and other matters necessary for the settlement of the family.The master doesn't care about other things, just confess:
"The Hall of Jing'an and the academy on the opposite side can remain as they are."

A snow-white kitten came from nowhere in the academy, and walked around the master's feet fearlessly. Just as Meng Lu wanted to chase it away, the master lowered his head and hugged the cat, and watched it for a long time in mid-air.

The cat's body is all white, its nose and paws are pink and clean, the corner of the master's mouth curled up after looking at it for a while: "Let's call it Snowball."

Then he walked back from the academy to the opposite courtyard with the cat in his arms.

The pear tree that was almost dry in Jing'an Hall suddenly sprouted new shoots a month after they moved in. The master seems to like this pear tree very much. He often stands under the tree and looks up at the young shoots on the branches. When the tree is full of green When he was young, he often read calligraphy and painting under the tree.

The time passed quietly and slowly.

Until I met the fortune teller yesterday, saying that the master was a turtle, a crow and a pig in his previous lives... Thinking about it, I feel like I want to bring that old man over again and give him a good beating.

"Meng Lu, where's the housekeeper?"

The person who asked the question was recruited by the housekeeper after he came to Jinling. She has neat hands and feet, is gentle and generous, and is very popular with the housekeeper. Her name is Li Xiuxiu. Of course, hehe, he also likes this girl quite a lot.

"The butler has gone out, do you have something to do with him?"

"Yes... what about the master?"

"What can you tell me about it?"

"Just now I saw an old man fainted at the door. It seemed to be heatstroke. I brought him back to the mansion. Now I want to ask how to deal with it?"

Xiuxiu is really a kind girl, Meng Lu liked it more and more, so she patted her chest and said, "Brother Meng can still decide on such a matter, I'll let the doctor in the house show him."

"Thank you, Brother Meng."

"No thanks, hehe, it's Xiuxiu who is kind-hearted, and I should thank you if I want to thank you."

Seeing Meng Lu scratching his head and blushing, Xiuxiu lowered his head and smiled secretly, and then took him to the side courtyard. Meng Lu was always foolishly happy knowing that he saw the so-called fainted old man, and instantly became stiff.

The fortune teller!
If you faint, just faint, and it will save him from beating him unconscious again.Of course, this idea is just a thought, Meng Lu still invited a doctor to see the old man, and then told the matter to the master, after all, the old man meant to offend the master too much.

The master didn't mind: "It's okay, we can send him away after he recovers."

His master is kind-hearted.

However, good people may not be rewarded with good rewards, especially the old man who pushes forward, just when he was helping Xiuxiu move things, the old man entered the Jing'an Hall without authorization.

There is a garden on the side of Jing'an Hall. There are many paintings hanging on the pavilions in the garden. The old fortune-teller stood in the hanging paintings, stroking his beard and looking at them again and again.

These paintings have their own artistic conception.

There is a picture: a peach tree is employed, the flowers are red, and a white dress stands under the red flowers.

There is a painting: white snow on the river, a lone boat in the distance, wearing white clothes and holding a plum blossom umbrella, standing on the bank of the river and looking at the lone boat in the distance,

There are paintings: octagonal gazebo, banana leaves are green, flowers are red and willows are green, inside the pavilion there is a white dress standing upright playing the flute, with a solitary silhouette, black hair and wide sleeves.

There is a painting: above the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, the red dress flutters, the man turns his head, half of his face is profiled, originally he should have looked back and smiled, but the painter obviously did not draw the facial features, only the hair brushing his face, and a few strands of hair Red petals shade the blank sides.

"Alas..." The old man sighed, and suddenly had an idea, took a pen from the table and drew a few strokes on one of the paintings.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, he froze and turned around, and he saw the owner of the house standing outside the entrance of the pavilion.

He was tall and straight, dressed in elegant and plain blue clothes, with black hair neatly tied up, his face was like a peach blossom, his eyebrows were picturesque, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, just looking at him with a hint of majesty in his long and narrow eyes.

The fortune teller laughed: "This yard is too big, I lost my way, and accidentally broke into the son's bedroom."

"Oh?" The man in Tsing Yi walked two sets of steps and entered the pavilion, "Since I'm lost, how do you know this is my bedroom?"

"Uh...hehe." The fortune teller smiled again, "Seeing that you have an extraordinary aura, you must be the owner of these paintings, so naturally you guess it's your bedroom."

The man in Tsing Yi didn't speak, but just looked at the brush in his hand.

The fortune teller immediately put the pen back behind him, and then felt that it was an act of 300 taels of silver, so he put the pen back on the pen holder in a shameless manner: "Young master's brush is very good, I tried it."

"Please step aside." The man in Tsing Yi said.

The fortune teller took a small step aside stiffly.

"One more step."

"..." The old fortune-teller took another step with a twitching face, and the painting behind him was fully displayed.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the pair of eyes added by the old man, and opened his slender eyes involuntarily.

"Excuse me, I will leave now!" The fortune-teller ran away as if he had caused a catastrophe.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't stop him, he just walked up to the painting and looked at the pair of eyes, which seemed to be what he wanted to paint but couldn't draw... But there were only eyes, and he felt that he lacked a lot.

This is his flaw.

He really wanted to draw a complete portrait of a person, but he couldn't draw a person's facial features.

It's as if there is always a longing in his heart, and he can't tell what it is, but he can only keep looking for it...

Therefore, he has been to some places and painted some paintings, and he wrote "Xun" when he signed the name, which became the name of his paintings over time.

But today, the old fortune-teller drew a pair of eyes that matched his paintings.

The painter thought for a while, then walked out of Jing'an Hall, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.

He asked Meng Lu, "Where is that fortune teller?"

"Just said goodbye, and left a letter for the master."

The painter unfolded the letter, and there was only one line written inside: Taohuawu on February [-]nd
(End of this chapter)