Pingkangfang, north of Jiangdu Palace, has a quiet environment. Zhong Huaiyu walked through the Liuyinya Road of Furong Pond, entered from the south gate of Pingkangfang, passed Chayun Temple and Princess Lingzhen's Mansion, turned west at the intersection, and passed by Xixi. The armory at the entrance of Laoya Lane leads to the Su Mansion.

There is a style of association in Dayong State, such as the Yiyun Society that is good at singing, the Jinbiao Society that is good at shooting, and many more. The deputy observation envoy in the Su Mansion was named Su Taoxiang and his nickname was Jiangzhen. Everyone in the literary world has also made great achievements in painting, and is known to be good at painting Zhu Zhu.

Su Xiang was an official in Xuandu and founded a Yunni Society to exchange painting skills with his friends. As Su Xiang's nephew, Zhong Huaiyu knew that his uncle was dating all famous people, so he happened to find a piece of art in Banrifang a few days ago. Painting. I heard that my uncle invited some friends today, so he came to visit with the painting.

After the doorman reported it, Zhong Huaiyu took the scroll from the guard.

There is a lotus pond in the backyard of the Su Mansion. The remaining lotuses in the pond have not been wiped out after autumn and winter. In the waterside pavilion beside the pond, there are servants serving wine and food. The female family members are on the west side. On the east side, there are more than ten scribes drinking and talking. Zhong Huaiyu is far away. Look, I recognized a few faces.

The one wearing a dark green round-neck robe is my uncle Su Xiang, and the one wearing a frosty white crane cloak seems to be Shen Qingteng. There is also an old man who is playing the piano with a flushed face and an unruly goatee. He is a poet. No. Han Xuandi.

Zhong Huaiyu became excited. As a scholar, he could only see many famous people on such occasions. Looking into the crowd again, there was a man wearing a crow robe beside the railing. He and Shen Qingteng were listening to Han Xuandi playing the piano. This The man appears to be about forty years old, with a slender build, smooth eyebrows, and slightly dark skin.

Xu Yingqiu! Zhong Huaiyu whispered in his heart. He couldn't help looking down at the scroll in his hand. After buying the painting, he found that the ink was a bit new. He couldn't help but feel uneasy, fearing that he had bought a fake. But today, when he saw it, Xu Yingqiu turned out to be in Xuandu. , presumably the half-que poem on this painting was inscribed by him a few days ago.

Zhong Huaiyu felt relieved and raised his lips. He didn't know that Xu Yingqiu would appear here, but now it was a coincidence that he bought Xu Yingqiu's new painting, which was considered a blessing and he could show his face in front of all the celebrities.

He stepped forward to greet his uncle and several elders, then stepped aside to communicate with his peers, not in a hurry to express himself.

Han Xuandi was drunk and looked crazy, playing the famous piano called "Xuanxiang" with his fingers. He was playing a piece of music that broke the formation. The koi in the lotus pond suddenly gathered and dispersed under the water, stirring up waves on the water. Pieces of ripples.

Next to the waterside pavilion, Xu Yingqiu listened to the sound of Han Xuandi's piano and said: "The music of breaking the formation is sonorous and exciting. It was originally a piece of music to boost morale, but after being played by Han Twelve, it became a bit lonely and desolate, making people feel like seeing a broken halberd." Flag."

Shen Qingteng said with emotion: "The sorrow of the drum and the harp is so tense that the tune is turned down."

Han Xuandi passed his age and his beard and hair were all white. This poet was very talented, but his experience was very bumpy. When he was young, he was very proud of himself and was loved by Princess Lingzhen. Unfortunately, he was in the wrong team before the saint came to the throne. It is because today's saint is magnanimous, he has a high literary reputation, and he is also a practitioner, that he can save his life, but there is no need to think about his official career.

Qin Zhang anxiously called him a good talent, but Qin Tiao called him a humble person. Han Xuandi was very talented but had nowhere to display his ambitions. That's why Shen Qingteng had such emotion. Xu Yingqiu smiled and said: "You can't force luck, and the same goes for Mr. Shen." After many years of wasted time, I am now in the position of Heyizhizhizhi."

Shen Qingteng shook his head and said: "I'm just a messenger, it's better to relax in Yujing."

Xu Yingqiu asked: "The saint is about to tour the West. How many followers from Buddhism and Taoism will accompany him?"

Shen Qingteng said: "Daomen Xuankong Temple, Qingque Palace, and Buddhism Bodhi Temple all have great supernatural powers accompanying them. Some of the younger generations in the cultivation world have already arrived in Xuandu."

Xu Yingqiu said with emotion: "The saint brought the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to the west of the country. Such a feat has not happened in thousands of years. The demons in the outside world will never miss this opportunity, but since the saint has made the decision, he must be sure to slay the evil spirits."

At this time, someone in the waterside pavilion said: "Today, all of you are gathered together. Jiang Zhen can't say anything without sparing pen and ink."

"We won't talk about state affairs today." Shen Qingteng smiled at Xu Yingqiu and went to the east side of the waterside pavilion.

In the center of the waterside pavilion, Su Xiang said to others: "Let me give you a pass." He gave some instructions to the servants, and smiled at the people around him: "Today, all the gentlemen of Yunni Society are gathered together, so we might as well hold a painting party today. If you have any new works recently, would you like to take them out and take a look?"

Everyone started talking, but no one took the lead. Zhong Huaiyu took this opportunity to approach Xu Yingqiu with a scroll, introduced himself, and said: "I have admired you for a long time, and today I finally got to see your true face. I didn't expect that your husband is here too." Xuandu, it’s a coincidence that a few days ago, when I was playing in Banri Square, I saw Mr. Banque’s new poem.”

Xu Yingqiu looked at Su Xiang's nephew and said with interest: "Oh, which half-que poem?"

"Junior just happened to remember." Zhong Huaiyu smiled, "The painting "Cat Playing with Candles" says, 'The raccoon does not know the hardships of life, but only uses the candlelight as a firefly.' Mr.'s poems are still very elegant and meaningful. The junior saw it once and memorized it word for word."

He held the painting scroll in his hand, thinking that Xu Yingqiu would definitely ask where he saw the half-que poem, and then he could exaggerate the story about the beautiful woman selling the painting, saying only that the shopkeeper He was disapproving of the painting, but he recognized the preciousness of the painting and bought it without hesitation.

"The raccoon boy doesn't know how hard his life is, so he only uses candlelight as a firefly?" Xu Yingqiu thought for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "I don't remember when I wrote this poem. I must be old and have a bad memory."

Zhong Huaiyu was stunned.

Everyone present was a famous person, and none of them were well-educated and knowledgeable. Xu Yingqiu said that he had forgotten it, and it was just for him to step down. Zhong Huaiyu understood immediately that the ink marks on the painting were still new, and it turned out that it was not a newly inscribed painting by Xu Yingqiu. But a fake.

"This... turns out there was a misunderstanding." Zhong Huaiyu subconsciously hid the painting behind his back, "I'm really ashamed."

"Haha, it doesn't matter." Xu Yingqiu smiled casually, "Although the art of painting is elegant, you are still young, so you should not indulge in it."

"That's what you taught me, sir." Zhong Huaiyu lowered his head in shock, glanced at the scroll in his hand, and wished he could put it away immediately.

At this time, someone in the waterside pavilion finally said, "I have a painting for you to appreciate."
Chapter completed!