The Supporting Actress System

The Emperor gave the royal power a house. After Jiang Zixi recovered his wounds, he went out of the palace with him and settled down in the capital.

"Zixi, it's cold food day today. It's very busy outside. I see you're very tired recently. Why don't we go out and have a look?"

He is a genius who is not understood by the world.

Wu Xinshui had extraordinary talent since he was young, but his talent was different. Many people could not understand what he painted and what he wrote.

Feeling Wu Xinshui's sadness from the inside out, Jiang Zixi realized that what the biography said should be true.

He thinks that he is a superb painter, but he has not sold a painting for so many years, which is particularly ridiculous.

No matter in the court, or the people around him, all the people ridiculed Mr. Shan Shui.

"You are welcome, girl."

Wu Xinshui obviously didn't expect that Jiang Zixi would be so excited. He gave a embarrassed smile:

"you Are you Mr. Shan Shui? "

Jiang Zixi almost couldn't restrain his excitement and depression:

the author of Lishan Huashui was born, but there were countless rumors about him. Later, someone made a biography of him, called Mr. Shan Shui.

It's really him!

Mr. Shan Shui?!

"Under Wu Xinshui, I prefer to be called Mr. Shan Shui."

The man was stunned, very surprised:

"can you inquire about your name?" Jiang Zixi took a deep breath and asked.

Is it possible that he is

Lishan Mountain?

Linzhou?

Jiang Zi Xi looks up fiercely.

Speaking of this, the man mute voice, quite emotional, red eyes, no more words.

"Girl, this painting was painted when I came back from Linzhou last year when I passed Lishan Mountain..."

Seeing Jiang Zixi staring at the painting, he felt a little comforted:

"girl, do you want to buy a painting?"

However, when his eyes left the painting, all his anger disappeared and turned into a helpless and vicissitudes look:

the man stopped his brush, and he looked at Jiang Zi Xi with some dissatisfaction, because she disturbed his creation.

I didn't expect that in this world, someone could copy "Lishan Huashui" to such an extent, which is amazing.

When she was a university student, she once went to the C City Museum and saw "Lishan Huashui" once. At that time, the calligraphy and painting gave her a very shocking artistic conception.

Jiang Zixi walked into the stall and saw the spirit of calligraphy and painting. She remembered that this was the famous "Lishan Huashui". She didn't know how to appreciate the painting, but the poems and characters on the painting were called "the last stroke" by the world.

The painting is very familiar.

Of course, it was not the man who caught Jiang Zixi's eyes at first, but the paintings on the man's stall.

At that time, with a brush in his hand, he was painstakingly painting the bottom of the painting. He was integrated with the painting and was out of tune with the noisy market.

The man who set up the stall was a man in his thirties, with a shaggy beard and dark eyes. He looked as if he had not slept well for several years. He was as thin as wood. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him away.

They bought everything and were preparing to go back, but a stall selling calligraphy and painting on the road attracted Jiang Zixi's attention.

Such words made Wang Quan more happy. Naturally, Jiang Zixi only nodded with a silly smile.

Decades to come?

If you are not a nouveau riche, you can't behave like a nouveau riche, right?

"Father in law, the emperor has rewarded us a lot of money, but you can't spend it indiscriminately, can you? There will be decades to come. "

Jiang Zixi had no choice but to help his forehead:

he didn't want to buy lanterns. He almost bought all the lanterns in the store. If it wasn't for Jiang Zixi's words to stop him, Wang Quan might even want to sell the store.

The king's heart beat fiercely for a few times. His humble but extremely happy mood could not be covered up.

Lady?

It's not because Jiang Zixi and Wang Quan really love each other and whether their relationship is good. He knows a fart, but if he wants to buy lanterns, how can he do without saying something nice?

"Little brother, you and your wife have a good relationship." The owner of selling lanterns said politely.

This man is really saying one thing and doing another.

Jiang Zixi: "it's just

"Ah..."

But after chewing and swallowing, Wang Quan opened his mouth again:

"what's delicious?"

Wang Quan's smile became more and more difficult to cover up because of Jiang Zixi's intimate behavior, but he pretended to be discontented: "is it delicious?"

Jiang Zixi felt that she had bought too many things. She was embarrassed to smile. She took the cold cake back, broke it into small pieces and fed it to Wang Quan:

to be exact, he was not interested in most of the food.

The main reason is that he doesn't like cold cakes very much."Eat for yourself. I'm not hungry."

She broke the cold cake into two parts and gave it to Wang Quan. But Wang Quan had too many pots and pans in his hand, so he couldn't get rid of it. She had no choice but to smile:

"it's delicious!"

Jiang Zixi took a bite of the cold cake and her eyes lit up:

the street is very busy, and there are more stalls than ever before. There are various cold food snacks and lantern jewelry everywhere.

"Well."

"I'll set up a heater for you in a few days. No matter how strong the wind is, it won't be cold. If you're not in good health, don't practice for too long."

Wang Quan glanced at Jiang Zixi's desk by the window, thought about it for a while and then said:

"it's too windy to practice, so it's a little cold."

Jiang Zixi's nose was flushed by the wind:

"hands are also very cold."

After he coughed twice, he held Jiang Zixi's hand in a flustered way and took a few breaths:

"why is his face so cold?"

Wang Quan laughed, and thousands of people arranged the cloak for Jiang Zixi, and then slipped the back of his hand across Jiang Zixi's cheek, and his fingertips were cold:

although there is a cold food festival in the world, there is no history of the spring and Autumn period and the Warring States period, so Jiang Zixi has no idea what this cold food festival is from.

In memory of Jie Zitui, it became a cold food festival on one day. Fireworks were not allowed and only cold food was eaten.

Chong'er heard people talk about this matter with deep emotion. In order to reuse him again, he set fire to the mountain and tried to force him out. Unexpectedly, jiezitui did not come out and was burned to death in the mountain.

Well, there are also rumors that Chong Er forgot Jie Zitui when he was talking about merit and reward. Jie Zitui had no choice but to live in seclusion in the mountains and no longer born.

It is said that when Chong'er, the Duke of Wen of Jin Dynasty, conquered the world, Jie Zitui followed him all the time. When Chong'er won the throne, Jie Zitui had no intention of living in seclusion in the mountains.

Cold food festival, originated from the story between Chong'er and Jie Zitui.

"Cold food festival?" Jiang Zi Xi closed her cloak, spit out a breath of heat, bent her eyes, "is that cold cake to eat?"

Clearly, he is in good health, but he can't lift his spirit.

Jiang Zixi, who is practicing calligraphy in front of the window, puts down her pen and ink. Recently It seems that there is really some fatigue.

Wang Quan said while pulling Jiang Zixi to go out.

When he was young, he was admitted to the imperial court, but within three years he was excluded from the court. He made a living by selling calligraphy and painting, but in fact, he did not sell a single calligraphy and painting.

He's alive It's all about starching and washing clothes.