The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Zhang Maocai blows his nose, puts his hands in his sleeves, and begins to regret deeply that he has not been willing to pay for the money. He bought a set of three fashionable anti-cold items-earmuffs, gloves and masks. Seeing that this winter is getting colder and colder. .

But now it’s too late to regret, he just lost all the money his wife earned.

I'm not feeling lucky...

After betting money all night, his eyes were red, and Zhang Maocai yawned, thinking in his heart, it is still early days, and the genius is dazzling, or else, I can go to any store to sell some things now, so I can buy a set of three treasures for cold protection?

Moreover, he felt that it was necessary for him to have people write the word "delivery" on the mask.

There are still very few people on this street. I can occasionally see one or two monks. They came out of the temple early in the morning and prepared to wake up the citizens of Bianjing from house to house.

Zhang Maocai saw a few young people wearing bigcloaks, carrying buckets, brushes, candlesticks and other things in his hands. He looked at them a few times—heh, rich people must have played all night.

Why don't I have such luck for reincarnation? Cast into a wealthy government?

Zhang Maocai thought jealously, and continued to walk forward, dimly, he saw something on the wall in front of it that was not there in the past, so he stepped closer and took a closer look.

——From this look, I can see that Zhang Mao's heart is beating and blood is cold, and the whole person froze.

Originally, his brain seemed to be filled with paste because of staying up late to gamble, but now the paste is frozen, making him unable to think.

There was a weird thing lying on the wall in front of him. It was skinny and blue. The old claws had cracked the wall.

Where did this come from?

Look down, I don’t know when a big hole was broken in the masonry ground. The bottomless hole is dark and full of flames. There are many hands and heads sticking out of it, all of them look like evil spirits described in the Buddhist scriptures. .

If you have carefully read their murals in any temple, you may be able to find the same image-but there is absolutely no such thing as alive!

It's alive! Really!

Zhang Maocai's calf trembled and he almost fainted.

He couldn't see clearly, so he got closer. Now that he was only a few steps away from this big hole, he almost fell into hell!

Right now, it's not safe. What if these evil spirits drag him in?

Zhang Maocai didn't dare to take another look. He immediately turned his head and ran back, seeing a monk in front of him, and hurriedly rushed to hug him.

The monk was startled, "What are you doing, what are you going to do?!"

He thought, is it true that the villains of these years are so desperate that even monks are going to rob them?

Zhang Maocai grabbed the monk's hand, and said, "I, I want to take refuge! Great monk, hurry up and recite the scriptures to me!"

Monk: "..."

"No matter what, please read the scriptures quickly!" Zhang Mao felt that he was still a little smart. Since **** broke a hole, then no matter how fast he runs, he will be overtaken by evil spirits later. If there is a monk chanting, then It can be super.

When the monk was inexplicable, he heard a scream not far away, his expression tightened, and he raised his foot to go there.

Zhang Maocai was shivering, caught him, and the paste in his mind went from freezing to boiling, "Don't go, don't go! This is someone being dragged down! You should read the scriptures!"

...

Early in the morning, before Yun Yanhui had time to wake up naturally, he was pushed to wake up by Shuang Yi.

"Brother Yan, get up quickly." Shuang Yi's voice was a little anxious.

Yun Yan turned back, he was sleepy after working overtime the night before.

"Wake up, Bao Fu Yin is going to catch Brother Ling!"

With a word, Shuang Yi awakened Yun Yan. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in amazement, "What?"

Zheng Ling is the Hanlin of the painting academy. How could Bao Zheng arrest him for no reason?

Shuang Yi: "Really, if he disturbs Kaifeng's public order, he will not only be arrested, but also be impeached by Yushi!"

Yun Yan returned to the city and was messed up in the wind, his drowsiness disappeared completely, and sat up, "But, why is this? What did Zheng Ling do?"

Shuang Yi: "Not only him, there are also several young painters in the graphic arts institute. I heard from the officials, it seems that they painted a picture on the wall and on the floor outside the Zhujiaqiao tile at night, and several pedestrians were frightened this morning. Passed."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Yun Yan felt his scalp numb when he came back, climbed out of the bed and started putting on clothes, shivering and saying, "I think I know what happened..."

A few days ago, Yun Yanhui ran into Zheng Ling who was bored and his colleagues painted masks on the street, so he gave him an idea. Because Zheng Ling studied aquatic plant landscaping this year, the spatial and three-dimensional sense of the picture has increased a lot.

So, seeing them being bored, Yun Yanhui simply suggested that he study three-dimensional paintings.

This is quite popular in modern times. Using the light and shadow of the picture, the virtual and the reality, the plane painting is drawn into a three-dimensional effect, which makes people feel the illusion of seeing a three-dimensional object.

However, this is very different from the usual way of painting in ancient China, so Yun Yanhui did not expect any amazing results. After a little chat about the principle, he never asked.

Who knows, Zheng Ling and his friends have really researched it out, and, unsuspectingly, they are directly presented on the street-Yun Yanhui doesn't even know about it.

"But what on earth did he paint that can scare people?" Yun Yan couldn't think back. His proposal at the time was to draw a big three-dimensional hole, or a table, chair, bench, etc. These are relatively simple and easy to ponder, but, Doesn't this scare people out?

"This is not clear, I have no time to inquire, so I have to tell you. A-niang still doesn't know, I didn't dare to tell her." Shuangyi said dryly.

"Well, don't say it for now." Yun Yan went back to clean up quickly, and then went out with Shuang Yi and went straight to Kaifeng Mansion. Fortunately, they live close and are only a few steps away.

On the way back, Yun Yan saw Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang and others, and said hello to them.

Zhan Zhao was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, we are also responsible, and we have to take Feibo into custody."

"I know. But, the person has been arrested? Where did it happen?" Yun Yan heard Shuangyi's words before he returned and was ready to arrest him.

"At the Hanlin Picture Academy." Bai Yutang interjected, "Brother Yan, have you seen their paintings?"

Yun Yan felt uncomfortable in his heart, "There is nothing... what I painted?"

Bai Yutang gestured: "A hole was broken in the painted ground, and a **** ghost came out of it."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

"Now the place is sealed, Fu Yin said that it can't be wiped off immediately, as a crime, he expected Feibo's family will definitely be exonerated for it." Bai Yutang was a little curious, "Brother Yan, would you intercede? ?"

Intercede, he is afraid of being arrested together for instigating a crime...

Besides, it’s not being wronged. What kind of thinking is this? Yun Yan wanted to see something like that early in the morning. He might be able to read Zheng Ling and his colleagues as a group of writing artists as older bear kids. A punch in the face.

Yun Yan replied very weakly: "I don't know how to say it, how can they be so bold, painting this kind of thing on the street, it is strange that it does not cause riots, the impact is bad!"

Bai Yutang shrugged, "Because it was discovered very early, so few people saw it, but now that the news spreads, many people have rushed to watch."

When people know that it’s not really a hole in hell, but someone drew it, thinking of something strange, and using the gossip of the people of Bianjing, they naturally want to see it.

After all, a few people who have seen it say that it is more life-like than any famous painting they have seen!

Bai Yutang didn't know. Now, not only are many citizens rushing to see it, but also the chiefs of the Hanlin Academy of Painting and the major painters in Bianjing.

I don't even know that the number of onlookers will increase, and within a day, the name will move Jinghua.

Yun Yan sneaked back to the court and went to eavesdrop. He actually heard a colleague of Zheng Ling quibble: "...Fuzu, the person who fainted must have a ghost in his heart, so he will be frightened. If he sits upright. Straight, how can you be afraid of evil spirits? I have a righteous spirit, and I am not afraid of ghosts and gods."

"Nonsense!" Bao Zheng yelled, "You and others are from the painting academy, many of them have official status, and even the Hanlin waits for the edict to paint for the emperor. Therefore, the government has notified the Dali Temple and other offices to hold the trial together. I have no choice but to take you! Before that, if you dare to speak nonsense and sophistry, you can stop blaming this mansion for being ruthless!"

Bao Zheng also stared at Zheng Ling and cursed a few words, saying that he thought he had learned well, but he didn't expect that he was still a school of habit, unscrupulous, disturbing public order, and using all his skills in crooked places... What a shame!

Zheng Ling looked innocent, "I really didn't expect to be fainted... We think the painting is not good enough."

Then, before the arrival of Dali Temple or something, the chief of the painting academy had already arrived.

They came to protect Zheng Ling.

One saw the three-dimensional painting and found it to be a great accomplishment, and the other was entrusted by Zheng Ling's family. He said with a smile, this matter was definitely their fault, but after all, it did not cause a major disaster. You should not be too sensitive in Kaifeng Mansion and make a fuss. Let's just submit it to the official family and let the official family decide?

How could Bao Zheng know his intentions. If he wanted to bypass the law, he could only find the biggest bug in the law of the dynasty-the emperor's fate was greater than the law.

When they argued in front of the officials, they were clever tongues and shifted the focus to the realism of their paintings. The officials’ kindness and cherishment would definitely not be severely punished, and maybe they would be punished and rewarded. .

I have to say that Bao Zheng has an insight into the hearts of the people, but there is one thing he didn't expect, that is, the chief of this painting academy had already discussed with him, but had already reported it up, but it was delayed.

Therefore, after Bao Zheng solemnly refused, the official's will has come down, and the imperial court will be judged.

Bao Zheng was not happy. Bao Zheng decided to enter the palace too. He told the officials that he couldn't condone these people. Otherwise, what should they do if they become harder in the future?

The official body cannot be lost, and now there is no chance to be sentenced... but you have to write a sum in your resume and pay a fine!

...

Yun Yan listened in the back, then turned to the door of the office, wanting to say a few words with Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling and the others happened to be taken out by Bao Zheng to go into the palace, and they met each other twice.

Zheng Ling's eyes brightened when he saw Yun Yan returning.

Yun Yan cleared his throat and prepared to educate him.

Zheng Ling yelled excitedly: "Brother Yan! What you said is true! That painting is really lifelike! When I enter the palace and receive the punishment, I will go to you for advice!"

The sharp gazes of Bao Zheng and the chief of the painting academy were immediately projected, although the meanings may be somewhat different.

Other officials on the side, including Gongsun Ce, Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang and others also reported strange eyes.

Oh, it's you.

It's you again...

No wonder it.

Yun Yan replied: "………………"

I... rely on...

Baoda listened to my explanation! I only inspired the drawing skills and did not provide ideas for the crime! !

Yun Yan cried out with weeping blood in his heart.