Great Sui Guoshi

Lu Liangsheng paid back, pecked lightly, and waved his hand to make the blushing maid at the side step back, remembering that in Chang'an, when he saw the construction going on in the east, he couldn't help being curious.

"Your Majesty, when I came here, I saw porters and donkey carts coming and going in the southeast of Chang'an, on the south bank of the Wei River. Is it building a city?"

Yang Jian, who was drinking and picking up vegetables, stopped his chopsticks, was stunned for a moment, then laughed and nodded.

"Exactly, I think that Chang'an is too small, the population is increasing day by day, and the water canals in the city are also seriously filthy, so I ordered Yu Wenkai to build another Daxing city to connect with the old city, so that I can show the prosperity of the Sui Dynasty! What do you think, sir? "

"This is a political matter. If I don't understand it, it is inconvenient for me to speak up. However, regarding the construction of the city, I do have some things to do in some places, as a way to repay the favor of the imperial edict."

Thanks to Yang Jian's kindness, although he agreed to enter the court, he didn't want to be affected by the edict, but he had to make equal blessings. Lu Liangsheng just thought of a way.

Standing up, he arched his hands towards the emperor on the dragon chair on the imperial steps.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to paint in the hall."

Chapter 279 Illusion

"Painting in the palace?"

Yang Jian and Yang Su looked at each other, feeling a little uncertain about what the scholar wanted to do. The former had heard from his clan brother that Lu Liangsheng had excellent skills. It was not magic and kendo, but brush and ink illusion. Get curious.

"I've heard that Mr. Su Shuo's Dan Qing is very good, just to satisfy the desire of the eyes!"

Immediately, several eunuchs brought a long table and chairs, and two maids held the four treasures of the study and ground them carefully, and slowly spread out a blank scroll on the table.

"gentlemen."

A maid is holding an exquisite writing brush, with a body made of sandalwood, gold lacquer traced in red and flowers wrapped around it, the tip of the brush is the purple hair of a mink, and there is still dried ink on it, it looks like Yang Jian usually used it.

"This pen is not considered precious, but it is something I often use. It is written by hand, with smooth and beautiful lines. I hope you will not dislike it, sir."

"I'm not disgusted, but the paintings that I will paint later can be made with extraordinary pens."

Lu Liangsheng was indeed not picky, he turned around and walked outside the hall and whistled. The old donkey wandering around in the square outside turned his head and shook his long ears. He flicked his tongue against Lu Liangsheng's hand, and when he saw someone in the hall standing up and looking out, he quickly withdrew his big tongue, straightened his body, and straightened his neck.

"Acquaintance, don't pretend."

The scholar patted the donkey's head with a smile, went to the bookshelf and took out the spirit root wood from inside. In front of her, with a twist of her skirt, she transformed into a slender and coquettish woman, and she threw herself on the scholar's chest and rubbed it back and forth.

"Old demon, old demon!"

The eunuchs, eunuchs, and even the vigilant guards in the palace saw the mysterious scene, their eyes widened, their toes were stretched in their shoes, and they dared not breathe.

Yang Su, who was holding a glass to drink, felt a terrifying demonic aura, spewed out the drink with a puff, and looked at the woman in the black dress.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, where did you find the monster..."

On the dragon chair, Yang Jian put down the wine glass in his hand and couldn't help standing up.

"Sir, who is this...?"

"Brother..." Yang Su on the lower left leaned slightly towards the imperial steps, and lowered his voice: "This is a monster, a thousand-year-old monster."

hiss~~~

Yang Jian took a deep breath, then let it out heavily, but sighed: "I never imagined that a demon could be so beautiful."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

This remark immediately made Yang Su cough a few times during the banquet, this was the first time seeing his elder brother say such a thing, if he let his elder brother and sister-in-law know, it would be fine.

But fortunately, Lu Liangsheng didn't know what he said to the monster over there. Black smoke rose, and he transformed into a rough brush like a dead branch.

"Don't be alarmed, Your Majesty, this monster has been with me for a long time and will not do anything harmful."

A simple explanation, walked to the table, brushed the palm of the paper lightly, the other hand holding the pen was stained with ink, and from the light in the hand of the maid, a stroke was slowly drawn, meandering and wandering, drawing a line The ink ribbon is hooked to the back of the scroll.

On the imperial steps, Yang Jian had seen two mysterious things today, and he still couldn't help being curious and walked down, walked to the opposite side of the table with his clan brother Yang Su, and looked at the painting.

Lu Liangsheng's eyes were focused, and he could faintly see fine beads of sweat secreting pores on his cheeks and forehead, and the body of the pen he was holding was trembling slightly, but he still moved and sketched with his arms.

Embellished with ink ribbons, gradually revealing the prototype of the long river, the nib of the pen is lifted slightly, hanging on the paper and falling to another place, and a pavilion on the top of the mountain is drawn under the paper, and the old pine is independent.

With a turn of the paintbrush, he quickly embellished and sketched, and in the nearby pavilion, literati and elegant guests waved their fans and joked, pointing out that there is still a blank space under the mountain.

"Standing on the top of the mountain and watching the Wei River flow eastward, it's a good mood!"

Just one painting, Yang Jian saw the artistic conception of the painting at first glance. When he praised, Lu Liangsheng seemed to be unable to hear all the voices. The light ink is like smoke, and it is vaguely seen that it is the outline of a city, and an official road winds along with the tip of the pen along the faintly opened city gate.

"This is Chang'an...then this side..."

Yang Jian's expression of admiration gradually subsided, and he saw some clues in the painting. His eyes stopped on the east side of the official road with the tip of the pen, and he already guessed what was going to be painted there.

The clan brother next to him was the first to give up his affirmation.

"...It's Daxing."

The corners of Lu Liangsheng's mouth, who was sitting at the long desk, gradually showed a smile. He was immersed in the painting, stained with ink, and the pen tip wandered again. The green ink outlined the winding city wall, and there were many banners and flags on it. Two steps and one post, the soldiers stood tall chest.

Row upon row of houses and buildings spread out in the streets of the city. On the streets, people are dressed plainly. People come and go. In the subtleties, you can see the brick and stone paving. The shop flags and banners are rolling along the street. He seemed to be yelling into the street with his mouth open.

In the open restaurant, a greedy man took a bottle of dirty wine from the shopkeeper and was touching the money for the wine. In a street in the distance, a woman drying clothes looked down at the alley. The salesman took down a windmill and handed it to him. Two children around.

......

In the main hall, the lights burn quietly, and in the silence, rustling sounds can be heard.

Brush and ink are swayed, and the blank space at the end of the picture scroll is filled with the daily life of lively and noisy people, full of fireworks in the world.

The lamp oil dried up, and when an eunuch came to add oil, the figure of the calligraphy and painting at the desk put the last stroke.

What was presented in front of everyone was a long painting, from the distant mountains, the city to the life of the people in the streets. Lu Liangsheng exhaled, put the pen to the inkstone, called the maid, and took a sip of the wine handed to him. , spraying on the painting violently.

The wine mist filled the air, and spots fell on the paper, seeping into the painting in the blink of an eye. Yang Jian and Yang Su, who were also sprayed with wine mist, flew their sleeves and fanned the water vapor away, and saw the paintings on the table come alive. .

"This....."

The emperor, who had never seen an illusion before, hadn't opened his mouth yet. In an instant, he seemed to smell the fresh air on the mountain, and there were birds singing crisply. When he turned his eyes, the vision of him and the clan brothers beside him suddenly changed.

The night is pushed away by the sun, the bright sun is hanging among the clouds, and the pine branches on the edge of the cliff are slightly swaying with the gentle breeze.

The feet of the two of them are no longer the cold floor tiles of the main hall, but soft soil. On the cliff in front of them, in the pavilion, there are a few literati fanning their fans, commenting on the peach blossoms blooming outside the pavilion.

It was the scene in the painting that Yang Jian saw before.

"This is...in the painting?"

In an uneasy tone, Yang Su on the side looked unruffled, and said with a smile: "Brother, go over and have a look, maybe Fellow Daoist Lu is right in front."

As he said, he protected the emperor and walked towards the pavilion, but he was also terrified in his heart.

But at this time, the palace was in chaos. In the main hall, maids and eunuchs stumbled out of the palace gate, shouting at the surrounding guards in a panic.

"Happy birthday, Your Majesty and the Duke of Yue have been imprisoned in the painting—"

in the hall.

Left alone in the picture scroll on the long table, sure enough, there were more figures in dragon robes and Yang Su in official uniform, walking together with their arms.

Chapter 2 Eighty

The golden gong rang in the palace, screaming in confusion, and the footsteps of people stepped on the stone steps and the blue brick palace road densely, holding the torch like a fire dragon spreading in front of the Xuanzheng Palace.

Yang Guang, who received the news, was the first to arrive. He still had a green pheasant face and a short short beard on his chin. He waved his hand to let the soldiers in front of him move out of the way. With a little dignity, he glanced at the door. There was an old donkey flicking its bald tail, looking over curiously.

Yang Guang, who came over, was stunned for a moment, and told the left and right:

"Don't shoot this old donkey!"

When the soldiers were a little puzzled, the speaking King Jin lifted the long pendant with gold strokes, strode into the gate of the palace, followed the eyes of everyone, and stared straight at the painting scroll spread out on the long table.

"Your Highness, don't go there, be careful not to be taken in by the painting." The eunuch who had stayed in the palace before followed tremblingly, pointing at the painting on the table.

"Your Majesty and Duke Yue were at the table just now, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then there were more pictures of Your Majesty and Duke Yue in the painting."

"Go away."

Yang Guang waved his cuffs to tell him to roll away, then turned his head and glanced at the guards and soldiers approaching, "Come closer."

In any case, as the king of the Sui and Jin Dynasties, he had to be careful, not to mention that he only knew that other people came to report that his father and clan uncle were imprisoned in the painting by Lu Liangsheng, and he didn't know the details.

Walking into the long table, sure enough, I saw the figures of the father and the clan uncle supporting each other in the painting, motionless.

He looked around, and Lu Liangsheng, who cast the spell, was not here, and his brows gradually frowned.

Did you really intend to murder my father?

The wind blew in from the wall of people, bringing the lampposts to flicker with the bean-sized flames. King Jin, who was standing in front of the table, recovered from his short thoughts, gritted his teeth, and reached out to grab the scroll on the table.

'We must find a way to get father and clan uncle out first! '

Yang Guang thought, the moment his fingertips touched the scroll with his outstretched hand, a voice suddenly shouted from behind, and one person rushed over.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

Yang Guang in front of the desk stopped his hands and turned his head subconsciously. A short figure rushed out of the bookshelf, crossed the wall to get away from him, and swung a gourd in his hand.

"You are....."

Before he could speak, the black shadow reflected in his eyes magnified.

Bah!

The round gourd hit Yang Guang's face, the flesh was flattened and rippling, his eyes turned white, his head tilted in the direction of the force, his mouth protruded, and saliva splashed out from his mouth.

The whole body stumbled backwards, leaned up to the table, and saw the magic light blooming on the painting, covering Yang Guang who fell down, and then the light faded rapidly.

The long table was empty, except for the scrolls, there was no sign of King Sui and Jin.

The eunuch standing not far away tightened his neck, his eyes widened, his lips trembled a few times, and then he opened them wide, screaming shrilly.

"Yaoshou! King Jin has also been imprisoned in the painting!!!"

In an instant, he turned around and squeezed away the soldiers at the gate of the hall, and ran out in a frenzy.

In the eyes of the soldiers and guards, on the long table, a black figure bigger than their fists slowly stood up, dressed in night clothes, with a face covered by a black scarf, revealing only a pair of cold bean-sized eyes, The gourd slammed on the table lightly, frightening the soldiers who wanted to charge.

"Take another step forward, and the old man will burn this painting."

Taoist Toad quietly hugged the clothes that were held apart by his belly. On the black scarf, toad eyes slightly slanted from the corners of his eyes, and he glanced sideways at the palace guards over there.

The web stretched out to hold the candle flame aside, the candlestick swayed slightly, and the hot wax oil rolled down the candle body with a soft crackling sound, dripping on the web that was lying on the candle.

Taoist Toad stared, turned his head to look at the webbed back, his solemn expression suddenly changed, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he withdrew his hand suddenly.

woohoo~~~

The old man is scalded to death!

Blowing vigorously on the back of the webbed, just about to peel off the wax juice on it, he walked two steps and stepped on the picture scroll, and the magic light reappeared to fill everyone's sight.

His mother's...

Toad Taoist watched Faguang stretching towards him, and cursed in his heart, the short figure disappeared instantly on the table, and a group of soldiers around put down their arms covering their eyes, and when they looked again, only the picture scroll, a gourd, and A small black scarf slowly fell, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Fall into the painting together?"

"It should have fallen in, but it's just that kind of thing, such a small lump."

"God knows, it doesn't look like his head is very bright."

"What now?"

"Or, let's wait for Empress Dugu and the prince to come over, maybe we will be sucked in by this painting as soon as we get close."

The candlelight was flickering, amidst the whispered words, and in the picture scroll that others could not see, the light of the law flashed by, and a dancing figure fell straight down from the mid-air.

"Ahhh..."

Then, with a bang, Yang Guang fell heavily to the ground, but he couldn't feel the pain. When he pushed away the grass clippings on his head, there was another long sound: "Ahhh..." across the sky, bang With a bang, he fell beside him.

Turning his head, a toad was lying on the ground, as if he knew someone was looking over, Taoist Toad stared at it with his toad eyes, and after a while, he got up from the ground and patted the dust.

"What are you looking at, have you never seen a toad?"

With a cold snort, he put on his flippers, turned around and walked to the gazebo in front of him.

Yang Guang hurriedly followed. He had seen this toad before, but he had never seen the other party speak. He wanted to ask more excitedly for a moment, but he saw two familiar figures behind him who had heard the movement and turned around outside the gazebo in front of him. come.

"Father?!"