Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 734 Surnamed Chu and Named Ziyan

sunny.

Taohuawu is full of peach blossoms in spring, and the peach blossoms that bloom in the sun have a warm fragrance.Among the flower forests, there are red men and green women strolling and enjoying the tour, and there are also couples who bring their children to enjoy the spring.

In the depths of the flower forest, there are also women carrying small hoes and hanging flower bags, collecting flower petals for burying flowers and making wishes.This custom was handed down from Chu State 200 years ago, and it is still prevalent today.

Today, the artist still has black hair in a bun and a blue robe. When he walked through the pavilion in the flower forest and looked for the fortune-teller, the noise of the pavilion where everyone was taking a nap gradually stopped, and his gaze stayed on the spot. on his face.

There was a moment of silence in the flower pavilion, everyone was attracted by the beautiful appearance in front of them, and suddenly felt that the peach blossoms blooming around them were also dimmed a bit.

Renbihuajiao is usually used to describe women, but it is not an exaggeration to use it on the young man in Tsing Yi.

The painter didn't see the person he was looking for, so he turned and left.

Everyone has started whispering.

"Whose son?"

"Why haven't you seen it?"

"This appearance is astonishing."

"I've seen it before. It's the young master who lives in the ancient house in the northwest."

"An ancient house in the northwest? Isn't it a haunted house?"

"It's there, but I've lived there for half a year, and there's nothing wrong with it, and there's such a handsome man living there, the old street has become quite lively because of it, and a few women even went to the wild lake over there on purpose. Flying a kite, playing the piano and practicing dancing..."

Everyone chatting and laughing was just gossiping, there was no malice, and the painter in Tsing Yi didn't care, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't see the old fortune-teller in the end.

Because of those eyes, he actually believed the fortune teller's words and came to Taohuawu to look for him.Believe it or not, he didn't say he would come, the artist couldn't help laughing at himself, what exactly is he trying to prove and look for?
Some people say that a painter who often paints will construct a certain kind of landscape in his mind, people or landscapes or other things, so what often appears in his mind is some kind of man in white that appears in a fairyland, but the painting is so beautiful. Many white clothes, but never constructed his appearance.

Meng Lv came over with a bookcase on his back: "Is the master going to draw here?"

The painter stood in the flower gallery by the river bank, looking at the sparkling lake: "That's right here."

Meng Lu put down the bookcase behind him, prepared the painting tools and pens and ink for the master, and then stood behind with another guard to create a quiet place for the master to paint.

"Xuanhuang, is this the first time you've seen our master draw?"

Because Xuanhuang is also the guard Zhou Quan recruited in Jinling, besides him, there is also a female guard named Ni Xiang.The two are senior brothers and sisters, and they were originally doing art on the street to make a living, but luckily they were discovered by the housekeeper, otherwise they would have lost their good work for nothing.

Xuanhuang nodded, watching the master painting from a distance.

The artist painted the Peach Blossom River, but felt that the picture was empty and without content, like his own heart, without a place, because he couldn't find the fortune teller who had the finishing touch, and his heart, which was always calm, was a little impetuous.

A building boat appeared in the distance of the long river, driving slowly on the river with peach blossoms on both sides.

The painter stared at Xu for a while, then picked up a pen and drew a tall boat on the water surface he had painted. If nothing else, the boat carried some dignitaries or young talents.

No, you can hear the sound of silk and bamboo floating along the river...

But the painter didn't want to paint as it was. He looked at the frivolous petals on the water, and then drew a few strokes on the bow of the boat.

He looked at the blank facial features on his screen and frowned slightly, then looked up at the building boat that was already approaching.

It's fine if you don't look at it, at first glance, he's all over the place!
On the bow of the boat, there was a straight white dress, which was exactly the same as what I had painted.

Ruosu in white clothes, black hair tied on top of his head, standing with his hands behind his back, his back is as straight as a bamboo, only he looks at the other side of the river with his head sideways, so the artist can only see the plain white robe floating gently in the wind , an upright white-collar, and a graceful profile, but no matter what, that person didn't turn around...

The painter's heart was pounding. He had never been so excited since he could remember. Some kind of shout came to his lips, but he didn't know how to greet him.

Lou Chuan gently rowed past him, and the man's profile became his back.

The back of the white clothes is actually exactly the same as the back that I drew before!
It's exactly the same!
The pen in the painter's hand dropped, and he subconsciously sprinted along the flower gallery following the building boat.

Meng Lu hurriedly chased after him: "My lord, what are you doing?"

Xuan Huang glanced at the boat: "Subordinates go down and stop the boat."

After Xuanhuang finished speaking, he chased after the boat.

Meng Lu was a little dumbfounded, how did Xuan Huang know what the master was going to do?He has been following this for ten years and still doesn't know.But look at the urgent appearance of the master...

"Is there someone you know on board?"

know?

No.

The flower corridor has an end, and it is built along the river with twists and turns, but the building boat moves straight ahead in the water, and Xuanhuang is already very fast, but when it catches up with the boat, the boat has already docked and parked, and many nobles and ladies walked in between. Come down and enjoy the tour on the banks of the river.

When the painter and Meng Lu arrived, he couldn't wait to look for them in the crowd. There were many young people in white clothes here, but none of them were the one he had just seen.

Meng Lu said: "Go down and ask if there are other people on the boat who have not come down."

It was not necessary for Meng Lu to go up by himself, the owner of the ship came to ask questions, after all, it is rare to see such a beautiful person as the painter, and the young ship owner warmly invited him to take a boat tour to enjoy the flowers.

The painter returned a salute: "I'm looking for someone..."

After I finished speaking, I felt that I was presumptuous. I said I was looking for someone, but I didn't know the name or appearance of the person at all, but I really wanted to know without asking, so I still called to ask.

"Just now I saw a man in white standing on the bow of your son's boat on the shore. He looks like my... benefactor, but I don't know his name, so I took the liberty to disturb you."

"The man in white?" The captain looked at the man in white on the shore and turned to ask the painter, "Aren't those here?"

"No."

The captain asked his companions again: "Everyone look at each other, but who's companion is not present and is wearing white clothes."

Beauty has such advantages, relying on appearance can win everyone's help, most people said that no one was missed, when the painter was about to be disappointed, someone suddenly said: "Hey, isn't it that Mr. Zhao? "

That's right, Mr. Zhao!Only then did the owner of the ship suddenly realize: "Just now there is indeed someone who is as handsome as the young master... Ahem, I'm sorry, but there is a young man surnamed Zhao who boarded the boat below. Already gone."

It turned out to have left.

"Why don't you stay and have afternoon tea with us?"

"Thank you, I don't bother you if I have something else to do."

He also came to look for someone, but it must not be him. The painter who left was obviously lonely, but he was still unwilling to reconcile and searched all over the mountain again.

I didn't think that the mountains were high and the water was long, but why is Taohuawu so small that even no one in Dalian can be found.

Meng Lu also searched all over the mountain for Mr. Zhao in white clothes, but found nothing.

"Master, Mr. Zhao may have left Taohuawu."

The sun was hanging on the top of the mountain, and the shadow of the mountain was heavy. There were not many people left on the mountain, and they had already left. The painter couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and looked at the peach blossoms under the setting sun with a sense of loss.

People walk away.

The birds return to their nests.

I really can't meet it.

"Go back."

The painter walked towards the exit of Taohuawu.

There are many varieties of peach blossoms in Taohuawu, but now the ones that bloom prosperously are multi-petal. A flower has about three or four layers of petals, which is very gorgeous. It is also the new favorite of literati in recent years, so many old peach trees in Taohuawu are After felling, new varieties were replanted.

The painter in Tsing Yi prefers mountain peach blossoms, with a few simple petals, less flashy and more fairy-like.

Just thinking about it, I arrived at the garden of Shantaohua and couldn't help but stop and wait and see.

This flower blooms in the colder season, and the best flowering period has passed at this time, but with the light green leaves on the branches, it has a special charm.

After watching from a distance for a while, the painter was about to walk away, but in a trance, he saw the white shadow under the peach tree tremble, and suddenly turned his head to look.

Among the shadowy branches of flowers, the man in white stands under a certain peach tree in the forest.

The painter's depressed mood suddenly rose back to the peak, and he could hear his own heart beating a little faster, and he walked around a few peach trees involuntarily towards the white shadow.

The man in white turned his back to him, the soft robe was gently blown by the evening wind, he didn't know what he was thinking, he stared at the peach tree motionlessly, his back was a little blurred, and after a while he raised his head and looked under the green buds on the treetops. Peach Blossom, read softly:
"At that time and that day in this mountain, we met under the peach blossom tree for the first time. I saw immortals planting peach trees, but never heard of immortals looking at the flowers. I look forward to the immortals' care, and the peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze every day. Extra red."

The voice trembled a little at the last sentence...

The man in white suddenly turned around.

Just like that, I met face to face with the painter behind me.

Under the pink falling flowers, the man in white has clear eyebrows, big black and white eyes, clear and bright, a high nose, pink lips, and heroic features, but the outline is a little softer.

The white clothes are plain, the shoulders are like a knife, and the figure is beautiful and graceful, just like in his paintings. Standing under the peach tree, this place becomes a fairyland.

Looking at the appearance in this way, all the lacking facial features in all his paintings have the appearance, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, side face, front face without lack of clothes are all complete in his mind.

He has been to many places in order to find his own shortcomings. He thought it was a mountain or a river, but he saw many mountains and rivers, and his eyes searched for the scenery of the world, but there was always a vacancy in his heart that even he himself did not know. .

Suddenly one day, he saw that old house in Jinling. He looked at the old house without a house number for a long time, and suddenly thought, maybe there would be a pear tree in the yard.

So he opened the door and walked in. Weeds were overgrown and trees were messy inside, but he saw a withered old pear tree, and suddenly felt...as if this was what he was looking for.

Suddenly, he had a feeling of wanting to live here. He walked around the house every day, watching the dead trees blooming in spring under the pear tree, and seeing the snow-white flowers blooming on the branches. I still feel empty inside.

The house might surprise him, but he knew it was not what he was looking for.

But today, under the peach tree, this person appeared, and every time I looked at it, I felt that the hole in my heart was filled. What I shouted in my heart was "it was him" and "I found it", and then I was ecstatic that I was close to crying, my chest was warm and a little painful , until the person on the opposite side took a step back slightly.

Only then did he think of his abruptness, and he took a step back and bowed his hands in a salute: "I didn't mean to offend, please forgive me."

He lowered his eyebrows and bent down quietly waiting for the other party's response, but it was so long that he was worried that the other party had left, so he raised his long eyelashes and looked at the person opposite.

Are you really being too abrupt?Otherwise, how could his reaction be more shocking than his own, so shocked that he couldn't recover at this time, and even when he looked over, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The painter quickly lowered his head and said: "I don't mean anything malicious, please don't mind me."

"you……"

The man in white's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear him, so he raised his head and asked, "Please say it again if I didn't hear you clearly."

"What's your name?"

"My surname is Chu and my name is Ziyan. My servant is Chu Ziyan."

(End of this chapter)