Hello Chang’an

Chapter 126 I heard that there is a trend of worshiping the moon (please vote for me)

This night, Yubai did not sleep either.

He dragged his injured body and waited until late at night yesterday. When he was desperate, he finally waited for his parents and sister to come back.

Just when he thought that the clouds had finally cleared and the moon was bright, and he could ask in detail about today's apprenticeship banquet, he saw his parents and sister yawning one after another, so thick that they didn't even give him a chance to speak.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow..." Qiao Jijiu waved his hand to his son and fell asleep.

Qiao Yubai wanted to ask the servants, but everyone's reaction was sleepier than a dog.

What kind of exhausting things did you go through to make you feel so sleepy?

Qiao Yubai returned to the room, but his mind couldn't stop for a moment.

Today, he had heard bits and pieces of news that had been passed down to an unknown number of hands, including the picture of a tiger without the eyes, how Mrs. Jie harmed others and ended up harming herself, and how Taifu Chu got pink eye on the spot and did not hesitate to angrily accuse his father of being too high-ranking. Ning Ning…

How many unexpected things happened to him on this day!

After countless tossing and turning, Qiao Yubai's hatred for Chang Miao gradually reached its peak.

He once saw in a book written about ghosts a kind of evil spirit that lives by sucking in the violence and hatred of mortals. It can cause harm to the world after hundreds of years of sucking and practicing.

He now thought, this evil monster didn't hit him at this time, but if it did, why would he have to practice bitterly for hundreds of years?

It's easy for him to nourish a hundred or so of such evil monsters alone.

When it finally turned white in the east, Qiao Yubai immediately got up and went to pay his respects to his parents, but they had not yet gotten up.

"Husband, husband..." While Qiao Yubai was waiting, the servant brought the good news that his husband's life would be extended: "The girl is here!"

"Quick, help me over!"

Qiao Yumian had just gotten up to wash up. She wanted to have some breakfast and then go back to sleep. However, she heard that her limping brother had already come looking for her, and she knew that her dream of going back to the cage was broken.

After hurriedly finishing her breakfast, she told her brother what happened in the Dengtai Tower yesterday.

Qiao Yubai was gradually stunned.

Thousands of surprises and sighs finally turned into one sentence in his mind - What did he miss yesterday?

But there is still a trace of reason left: "Ning Ning's tiger picture, is it really so outstanding?"

He had never heard that Ning Ning was good at calligraphy and painting before—

"Of course." Qiao Yumian's voice was soft, but her face was full of pride: "Although I couldn't see it, I heard it clearly. No one was praising Ning Ning at that time, even Master Chu recognized it."

Qiao Yubai looked stunned.

Everyone knows that Taifu Chu has always been venomous and has a critical eye that is unbearable for ordinary people... Getting a word of approval from him is not much easier than getting the top prize.

The young man suddenly stood up and walked out.

The boy hurriedly helped him.

"Brother, where are you going?" Qiao Yumian asked hurriedly.

"Climb Tailou!"

Qiao Yumian was stunned for a moment and quickly reminded: "But the injury on my brother's head must be rested!"

Her brother’s voice of grievance and regret reached her ears—

"I just heard what you said yesterday!"

He was obedient and stayed at home, but what was the result?

Ever since Master Chu came and left yesterday, his head and heart have never had a moment of peace... Being tortured is even worse than death!

"Hey, isn't that Yubai? Didn't he say he was going to rest for a while? Why did he come out?"

Some students wandering around the Imperial Academy saw the figure of Qiao Yubai's master and servant leaving in a hurry, and they couldn't help but look curious.

"Do you even need to ask? It must be because I missed Mrs. Chong's visit to Tailou to paint yesterday and was in a hurry to see the paintings!"

"Were you all there yesterday?"

"That's right. Fortunately, I went there early. Later, it was full of people, but I couldn't even get in..."

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that the painting of tigers in the mountains and forests was made by a woman."

"Previously, it was child's play to accept Mrs. Chang as a disciple as a sacrifice to wine... Now it seems that Mrs. Chang is not a thing in the pool, and to accept a disciple as a sacrifice to wine is not just a whim."

Someone sighed and said, "Although Mrs. Chang is a woman, she is really not comparable to us."

Song Xian, who was passing by here, paused slightly when he heard these words.

Yesterday, he came back early and rested early, but the news of his classmates returning at night woke him up. Although those classmates did not praise Chang Suining highly, they were full of exclamation that could not be calmed down.

When I got up this morning, the matter was discussed everywhere in the Imperial College. Wherever I went, I heard it.

But at this moment, these words hit Song Xian's heart like a stone.

She is not a creature in the pool, offering wine and accepting disciples is not just a whim...?

What about him who wanted to take Jijiu as his teacher but was declined?

Is he inferior to a little girl?

The conversation in the dusk four days ago seemed to still be ringing in my ears.

At that time, both in his mouth and in his heart, he believed that Jiujiu's acceptance of the other party as his apprentice was just a matter of playing around with the little girl at home, and the other party's flamboyant move to hold an apprenticeship banquet made him dissatisfied -

But the little girl told him that she was sure that she would not disgrace the name of sacrificial wine.

She also said she would be a good enough student.

He just sneered at that time and did not hide his sneer.

But what he heard now was like a slap in the face.

Among the students, there were also some who were skeptical: "No matter how good a woman is at painting a tiger, how good can it be... Are you exaggerating?"

"The painting is hanging in Dengtai Tower. If you don't believe it, just go and see it yourself!" "Come on, let's go together..."

"Brother Song!" Someone saw Song Xian and casually invited him when he came forward to salute: "Brother Song must have heard about yesterday's climb to the Tai Tower? We are about to go see a painting. Brother Song, do you want to go with us?"

Song Xiancai was famous far and wide, and his talents and learning were very outstanding among the candidates. Moreover, because he was repeatedly praised by Qiao Jijiu, he was one of the most promising candidates for next spring. Therefore, he was always very popular in the Imperial College and was highly regarded by his classmates. The existence of friendship.

Facing those eyes, Song Xian said seriously: "I need to visit a gentleman today, so I won't go with you."

"I wonder which great scholar Brother Song is going to visit again?"

"Yes, Brother Song is different from idlers like us!"

"Brother Song, let's take our leave then."

The classmates left together chatting and laughing. Song Xian stood there, his fingers in his sleeves tightly closed silently, with a complicated expression.

He just lied.

He had no plans to visit anyone today.

He didn't even understand why he subconsciously lied to avoid it.

It's just a painting, how old is she, and she doesn't look like someone who can calm down and study calligraphy and painting diligently...

He did not deny that to get so much recognition, she must have some talent.

But those comments were full of admiration for her as a woman, so in the final analysis, these compliments were undoubtedly mixed with the disdain for her being so talented as a woman -

For the same good painting, if it is made by a woman, because it is rare and rare, it will be more likely to be noticed and discussed than that of a man, and it is destined not to be treated equally.

A bit of talent, a bit of special treatment due to being a woman...

Besides, he didn't need to compare himself with a woman like her.

Song Xian straightened the corners of his mouth, turned around and left.

…

When Qiao Yubai arrived at Dengtai Tower, there were already people outside the building.

After asking the waiter about it, he found out that because there were too many people coming to see the paintings, and to avoid crowding and causing commotion, only fifty people could be accommodated upstairs at a time. If they wanted to see the paintings, they could only wait outside and wait in line.

Qiao Yubai, who was standing in the crowd and being supported by a boy, was stunned.

Ning Ning became famous with this painting, right?

There were many noises in his ears, but they were all about his family Ning Ning.

Some of the people who were present yesterday seemed to have become meat and potatoes at this moment. They were surrounded and questioned, and they vividly described the situation in the building yesterday.

A man in a long gown walked through the crowd with a pen and paper, jotting down key points on a booklet from time to time, which caught Qiao Yubai's attention.

Isn't that... the storyteller in the teahouse opposite?

Sure enough, it is not unreasonable to become the most popular storyteller in the city.

And Qiao Yubai soon attracted the attention of the storyteller.

After all, it was hard to ignore such a handsome young man with a scar on his head and limited mobility who needed help.

"This husband is injured, but he is still not afraid of the scorching heat... He must also be a person who loves painting, right?" The storyteller tried to come forward to talk.

With such a fanatical following, he is a good source of material.

The boy beside Qiao Yubai couldn't help but said: "My husband is Mrs. Chang's brother. He was recovering at home yesterday, so he couldn't come here!"

The boy's back was extraordinarily straight as he spoke, letting people know that they were different from the outsiders who came to see the paintings!

Qiao Yubai glanced at the boy disapprovingly - How could he be so vain?

The storyteller looked at Qiao Yubai in surprise: "Mr. Lang is Mrs. Chang's brother?"

Facing the gazes of those who were looking over at him, Qiao Yubai coughed, smiled slightly, and nodded reservedly and steadily: "The person who painted the painting is my sister-in-law."

Everyone immediately gathered around.

…

The room in Dengtai Tower was completely surrounded, and in the Ganlu Hall of the palace, Emperor Shengce had also learned the details of yesterday's incident from Mingluo.

It was already late when Mingluo returned to the palace last night, so he did not disturb the Holy Emperor's rest.

"This Xie's behavior yesterday was a little reckless." The voice of Shengzhu Emperor could not detect any emotion or anger, but he just said: "It seems that the life after leaving the palace was so smooth that she forgot that the key to acting is caution. Two words."

As she spoke, she looked at Mingluo, who was waiting with his head down to answer: "But does what she said yesterday have something to do with your mother?"

The person she was referring to was Mingluo's aunt, Chang's wife, the wife of Duke Yingguo.

Mingluo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and his face remained calm: "Luo'er doesn't know yet."

She was indeed disturbed by Chang Suining's words and deeds last night. Thinking about it now... it was indeed quite possible.

"Jie Shi does not dare to say anything, but I want it, and the Chang family and others want it too." The voice of the Holy Emperor was very calm, but his majesty was not diminished: "Ashen has never been wronged in the matter of Dayun Temple - now It’s a troubled time, and since your skills are inferior to those of others, don’t cause trouble again.”

"Yes." Mingluo said calmly, "Luo'er will definitely send a reminder."

"I also heard that the Chang family girl's works are quite full of admiration for the moon -" When the word "advocacy for the moon" was mentioned, most of the majesty in the tone of the Holy Book Emperor was silently removed: "In your opinion , are there really any similarities?”

Mingluo was slightly nervous.

She just omitted this point, but her aunt had already heard about it from other palace people.

And my aunt obviously really cares.

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