Retirement has to support a man [Comprehensive]

The Jinbing family is an old family. Although the head of the Jinbing family stopped participating in politics a few years ago, it is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. In Edo, the Jinbing family is still an existence that no one dares to shake at will.

The Patriarch of the Jinbing Family originally had a son, but unfortunately he died of illness early on. There is no one to inherit the huge family, and the Patriarch of the Jinbing Family is unwilling to adopt a child from a side branch as the heir. The jinbing family that people stared at with salivating eyes was like a big piece of fat, and many people wanted to bite off a piece of it.

It's just because the Patriarch of Jinbing has not passed away and his power is still there, so he dare not act rashly.

The courtyard of the Jinhe Family is a traditional Japanese building that has been passed down for a long time. It is exquisite and gorgeous everywhere, but no matter how gorgeous the decoration is, it cannot conceal the decadent future that this courtyard needs to face after the death of the owner.

The Patriarch Jinbing who was drinking tea looked at Lu Weiming and Sanri Yue Zongjin who were being brought, and asked with a frown.

"Why are you the only ones here?"

Lu Weiming and Sanriyue just laughed and said nothing, seeing the Patriarch Jinbing get annoyed for a while.

"Hmph, no matter what your plans are, if you don't get a thousand small sentences, or return me a complete painting of beauties, you will be taken to prison immediately, and those who didn't come will also be wanted."

"Don't be angry. By the way, you are really obsessed with that painting. It's obviously very ordinary."

Counting the first time, this is the second time that Lu Weiming said that the painting was mediocre in front of the Patriarch Jinbing. This natural and casual look revealed arrogance, and he secretly murmured in his heart.

"The painter of that painting and the one who wrote the ugly sentence for that painting are all famous masters. What qualifications do you have to say that that painting is mediocre?"

"What qualifications do I have? You'll know if you don't try."

Lu Weiming grinned at Sanri Yue Zongjin next to him, expressing that the plan to delay time passed.

The master of the Jinbing family is a person who really loves painting, and Lu Weiming repeatedly underestimates his cherished paintings, but he wants to see what kind of arrogant capital the other party has.

Asking people to present pens, inks, papers and inkstones, the master of Jinbing Patriarch signaled to Lu Weiming, "Take it out for practice if it is true or not." '

Lu Weiming rolled up his sleeves and picked up his brush.

She swayed to the left and to the right, making the Patriarch of the Jinbing family who had been staring at her feel very uncomfortable.

"Draw if you want, don't wander around."

"Tsk."

Lu Weiming shook his head.

"No, I can't draw a beauty in your direction."

Even though he already knew very well that he was an old man, but he was always praised as a handsome old man when he was young, and now he thinks he is a handsome old man.

He walked behind Lu Weiming and stared at Lu Weiming, trying to see what she was trying to do.

Just watch Lu Weiming raise his head and look at Sanriyue.

A frivolous smile suddenly changed on her face, and she said to San Riyue.

"Come on! Smile."

"Hehe, my lord is really childish."

Although Sanriyue said so, she still laughed cooperatively, although Lu Weiming yelled to stop her mouth just now.

"Okay, you turn around."

Eh?

Although San Riyue was very surprised, she still turned around subconsciously, and then realized that Lu Weiming hated herself as soon as she finished using it.

Even if it is said that he is facing the head of the melee family who cannot draw beauties by himself, he can't help feeling sympathetic.

He thought that he was less than one-fifth of the appearance of the man opposite him, especially the smile just now, although it was short-lived and disappeared soon, it was enough for the Patriarch who was used to beauties to be stunned for a few seconds.Seeing that the other party has been used up, I feel disgusted. When expressing sympathy for the other party, the inexplicable close soldier Patriarch was a little secretly happy.

He looked at Lu Weiming holding a pen, usually, with a few strokes, two yellow hooks were blurred on the white paper. If he wanted to say why there were two pieces, the main reason was that he didn't know if Lu Weiming's hands were shaking. A stroke that could be coherent suddenly seemed to be cut off in the middle.

At this moment, the Patriarch of Jinbing felt that his guess that Lu Weiming might be a master who is not obvious and not dewy is very ridiculous.

Then I saw that Lu Weiming was letting himself go, smearing on the drawing paper like graffiti, drawing dense and irregular green lines, and then smudged large areas of blue on the drawing paper.

"What kind of beauty picture are you drawing? I'm afraid you are delaying time?"

Feeling like he was being tricked by the head of the melee family, he wanted to end the farce-like incident in front of him immediately.

"Come on, lock them both in..."

The close soldier was talking, and his eyes once again touched Lu Weiming's graffiti-like drawing paper.

But this time, his eyes widened in surprise.

At some point, the broken light yellow hook became a crescent moon covered by dark clouds, and along the direction of the light brown branch, the green line became a tall and straight branch of pine.

The person in the blue safari turned slightly sideways, revealing the delicate outline of his chin and the curvature of the corner of his mouth that seemed to be a smile that wasn't a smile.

On the pine branches blown away by the wind, there are still drops of water after the rain. Between the branches and leaves, in the eyes of the man, there is a crescent moon more beautiful than the sky.

Under the distant mountain where the night meets, there is a gurgling brook. The stream, which has just rained, is at high tide, flowing over the blue-gray stones on the bank.

A painting is obviously a quiet scene, but the owner of the Jinbing family seems to be able to see the clouds moving in the night that cover the moon, as if he can feel the breeze blowing the pine branches with cool rain, as if he can hear The sound of clear water flowing over the bluestone.

The whole painting is alive, even the person whose half-face is blocked by pine branches and who is half-smiling is alive.

"Why do you let clouds cover the moon?"

Surrounded by the side, the Patriarch of Jinbing, who wished to hold up the drawing paper and observe it carefully, looked at Lu Weiming with the eyes of a small fan looking at a great god, hoping that the other party could clarify his doubts.

"Naturally because there is already a more beautiful moon on the ground."

Lu Weiming smiled and blinked at Sanriyue who had turned around.

After all, it is the most beautiful blade in the world, and of course it deserves the praise of the name of the closed moon in the painting.

"The master appreciates it so much, Sanriyue is very happy."

"Good, good, good!"

The Patriarch of Jinbing looked at the painting and was so excited that he couldn't say anything else.

Although Lu Weiming's painting does not reveal the beauty's full appearance, the painting has already fully expressed the beauty of the other party.

Under the fanatical gaze of the Patriarch of Jinbing, Lu Weiming picked up a brush and wrote two lines of poems on top of the painting.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late to autumn, the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs and stones flow upwards.

The fresh rain in the empty mountain washes away his breath, the cool autumn at night is his temperament, the bright moon shining among the pines comes from his eyes, and the clear stream flowing slowly on the rocks is his voice.

This is Lu Weiming's beauty picture.