startled autumn

It is said that after Su Jingyan returned to Chipei, he was reprimanded by the head of the sect as expected. The content probably said that he was frivolous and rebellious, acted impulsively, and so on.It's just that he has always been favored by the head of the sect, and the head of the sect was unhappy when he saw that he was defeated by Shen Zhiqiu. So he waved his hand and drove Su Jingyan out.

Su Jingyan got freedom here, but he still couldn't let go of the suffocation in his chest, so he left Chipei with his sword in his arms, and went all the way to Kuting Xiaozhu.

The small building in the dry courtyard is the residence of Lu Zheliu, Chipei's guest teacher.

Lu Zheliu is in the hall, hanging his wrists on the drawing paper, between the thickness of the brush and ink, the mountains are empty, and the flowers and birds are as vivid as life.

When Su Jingyan was led to Lu Zheliu by the servant, he held his breath for a moment, not because he was afraid of scaring away the bird in the painting, but because he was afraid of disturbing Lu Zheliu's elegance, so he stood aside and stared at Lu Zheliu quietly. Folding willows, he lost his mind after a while.

Lu Zheliu didn't look up at him, but just smiled and said, "Why don't you talk?"

Su Jingyan has always admired Lu Zheliu and respected him as a guest teacher. After hearing his ridicule, his face turned red, and he muttered: "Mr. Lu is painting, and I don't understand it. What do you want to say?"

Hearing this, Lu Zheliu suddenly raised his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Of course I should say 'good-looking'."

Su Jingyan was bumped by his smile, and said in a daze: "It looks good."

Lu Zheliu didn't know what was going on in Su Jingyan's mind, he just admired his own painting for a while, and said with a smile, "I think it's good too."

Su Jingyan: "Mr. Lu is really powerful, he is truly an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs."

Lu Zheliu smiled but did not answer.

Su Jingyan asked: "However, why are you so interested in painting today?"

Lu Zheliu seemed a little troubled, and sighed: "There are always some literary and painting fairs in the capital, and they invite me to participate all day long. Although I declined several times, they still keep coming. , I can’t push it away no matter what, so I have to practice my hand early, so as not to be unable to write.”

Su Jingyan comforted: "With Mr.'s talent, he must be able to surprise everyone."

Lu Zheliu washed his pen and said with a smile, "Then I have no choice but to accept your good words."

Su Jingyan felt that he had said the right thing this time, and was secretly happy.

Lu Zheliu had finished painting, so he led Su Jingyan aside, "Why are you here today? If it's just to ask for advice, tomorrow is the day I go to Chipei, why are you in such a hurry."

Su Jingyan dejectedly reported all the things about Mo Yi, including the matter of his defeat to Shen Zhiqiu, detailing everything.

Lu Zheliu's complexion sank, and he recovered in an instant. He smiled and said, "No wonder you are so depressed. Come on, go to the yard and give me a rehearsal. How did Shen Zhiqiu win you yesterday?"

Su Jingyan is indeed a genius of Chipei's new generation. He actually memorized all the moves and moves in the competition yesterday, and played it for Lu Zheliu exactly as it was. Lu Zheliu watched it and commented: "Your strength should be Between brothers."

Su Jingyan: "If I hadn't been distracted..." In his tone, he was not angry.

Lu Zheliu smiled and said: "Since it's a thing of the past, why bother to worry about it? Anyway, you can try again on top of the martial arts competition, and the winner or loser is still unknown, so Shen Zhiqiu won this time. Sword moves are more subtle than yours, not to mention..."

Su Jingyan: "Not to mention what?"

Lu Zheliu: "Not to mention sword moves, I am more subtle than him."

Su Jingyan clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Lu, please help me."

Lu Zheliu: "Why should it be like this between you and me?"

Seeing that he treated her sincerely, Su Jingyan couldn't help but smiled softly.

Thinking of how Lu Zheliu treated him so hard, Su Jingyan remembered the matter of Ren Songnian again, and said: "Mr. Lu, I think the head is going to reconcile with Mo Yi this time, I really... It's really not worth it for you." He said angrily, "Mo Yi is really deceiving people too much!"

Lu Zheliu comforted him and said, "There are nine times out of ten unsatisfactory things in the world, how can everything get better?"

Su Jingyan: "Xiao Shaoling made Ren Songnian and I, Chipei, be a traitor, and repeatedly framed you. If you weren't lucky, you might have been ruined by them long ago."

Lu Zheliu said softly, "It's not because I'm lucky, but because you believe in me."

Su Jingyan's tone couldn't help but relax: "Now that all Chipei knows about Ren Songnian's evil deeds, he may have to go back to his hometown in desperation... As for Xiao Shaoling, and that Shen Zhiqiu who helped the evildoers, they only think about opportunistic opportunities all day long. Frame others, hmph, evil people will have evil rewards, it’s not that they will not repay, the time has not yet come!”

Lu Zheliu was taken aback for a moment, and finally nodded with a smile: "Yes."

Evil people have their own evil retribution, but I don't know, who will repay it?

Winter in the capital is when the snow is soft and moist. If you can wait for a gust of wind, it will suddenly fall like pear blossoms in a deep courtyard. Several people are standing by the attic, discussing poetry with wine, listening to the piano and enjoying the snow. Very interested.

This pavilion is the pavilion of Zailai, among these few people is Lu Zheliu.

Next, the top of the pavilion is a large open-ended hall. The layout is mainly for guests, which can be luxurious or elegant.This time, the gathering was even more luxurious and elegant. There were princes from various families chatting freely, and young scholars meeting friends through literature. It was very lively.

Several people were chatting by the attic, and on a whim, someone proposed to have a calligraphy competition, but Lu Zheliu declined politely:

"Lu Mou is not proficient in this way, I'm afraid it will make you laugh."

Then someone suggested that it is better to have a painting competition, but Lu Zheliu couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

Because it was a competition, a few people had to complete the painting within a stick of incense.But seeing Lu Zheliu pick up his brush and enter the painting, although the speed is fast, the tip of the brush is strong and powerful. With the help of God, the landscape and the empty landscape gradually appear on the paper.

This is a freehand landscape work, showing the meaning of spring and autumn.

Lu Zheliu stopped writing, and a voice soaked in alcohol came from his ear: "I think this is the best."

He looked up, and there was a tall man in Chinese clothes standing next to him, with a plain appearance, a lazy expression, and drunken eyes.

Not far away, someone murmured in a low voice: "It's General Yan! Why is he here..."

This little general Yan, Lu Zheliu knew, he was the adopted son of the great general Yan at that time.Because this General Yan has no children so far, and he is kind and kind, so he dotes on him very much. very bad.

General Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Zheliu: "You are Lu Zheliu? I think your painting is not bad. I will pay a thousand dollars to buy it. How about it?"

Everyone knows that Little General Yan likes beautiful people the most, so he didn't mean to be drunk when he said this.

Lu Zheliu said coldly: "I don't sell my paintings." If he wanted to sell them, he wouldn't sell them to such a dude who lowered his style for no reason.

General Yan looked at his porcelain-like profile, and said in a low voice, "I want to buy it, what can you do?"

"You can only afford thousands of dollars to buy paintings, Yan Yang, I just found out today that you are so poor."

Someone came late, but made a loud noise.

General Yan cursed secretly, then turned around and shouted: "Han Bi, you are meddling in your own business!"

Han Bi was wearing a fox fur, with a snow-covered appearance, which overshadowed others. He sneered, "You said I was nosy in my place, are you alright?"

General Yan was furious, turned to Lu Zheliu and said, "One thousand five hundred gold, will you sell it or not?"

Han Bi: "I offer three thousand gold."

General Yan: "...Three thousand and five hundred gold."

Han Bi: "Seven thousand pieces of gold."

General Yan Xiao said angrily: "You are deliberately against me."

Han Bi: "I don't have one, obviously you are poor."

Lu Zheliu got up and bowed to Han Bi, and smoothed things over, "Little General Yan and Mr. Han don't need to spend so much money."

Han Bi smiled and said, "It's really expensive for Yanyang."

General Yan glared at Han Bi: "Who said that?" But he didn't dare to raise the price any more.

Lu Zheliu said modestly: "Lu's painting is not worth mediocre, how can it be worth seven thousand? I can't accept it..."

Han Bi thought for a while, and said: "Mr. Lu is a high-minded man, and naturally he can't bear yellow and white things. Giving you money is an insult to you. How about this, I will donate the seven thousand gold to the poor places in the northwest on behalf of Mr. Lu, and it will be considered as Mr. Lu's money." Be lucky."

Lu Zheliu: "..."

Han Bi: "Huh?"

Lu Zheliu said with difficulty: "So, very good."

General Yan's eyes turned around the two of them, and said ambiguously: "Mr. Lu's painting is not willing to sell to me, but he is willing to sell it to Han Bi. I think there may be some unknown stories behind this matter." .”

Han Bi glanced at him coldly, but did not speak. Lu Zheliu stood aside, also blushing slightly.

General Yan was not annoyed this time, and cast a wink at Han Bi, "A gentleman does not take what others like, I understand, I understand."

Han Bi: "Aren't you leaving?"

Little General Yan naturally knew about Han Bi's background, why would he continue to make trouble in front of him, besides, he felt that he had seen enough of today's excitement, so he laughed and walked away.

Han Bi waited for General Yan to leave, then asked someone to set up a screen, and sat and talked with Lu Zheliu, it was very quiet.

Lu Zheliu: "Today it cost Mr. Han a lot."

Han Bi: "It's just some vulgar things that can be earned back after spending."

Lu Zheliu: "Mr. Han is so generous, Zheliu feels ashamed."

Han Bi smiled and said, "You still call me Mr. Han?"

Lu Zheliu smiled brightly, "Han Bi, thank you."

Han Bi chatted with him for a few words, and felt that it couldn't be easier to be friends with Lu Zheliu.

Although Lu Zheliu was a bit vain, he was still a smart person with knowledge and interest. Some money and property were enough to buy his favor. Now that Han Bi spent seven thousand gold to build up momentum for him, he was humble and thankful at first. The procedure was decent without losing style, and Han Bi couldn't help but think of Shen Zhiqiu, the wooden stake. What if he wanted to buy a painting from him with seven thousand gold?

What will Shen Zhiqiu say?

Thinking of Shen Zhiqiu, Han Bi finally remembered that he still had business to do.

Han Bi: "Mr. Lu's painting hasn't been inscribed yet, right? May I have the honor to ask Mr. Lu to write?"

Lu Zheliu thought about how Han Bi spent a lot of money for him today, and saved him from fire and water, so he couldn't help being moved for a moment: "What character do you want to inscribe? Or a poem?"

Han Bi looked down at the painting that Lu Zheliu had just drawn for a while, and said, "Let's just title it 'Chunqiu Sudden Metabolism'."

Lu Zheliu picked up his pen and wrote, unexpectedly, he finished writing one sentence. He looked at Han Bi, felt something in his heart for a moment, and continued:

"Chunqiu suddenly metabolizes, lovesickness for another year."

Han Bi didn't care what he wrote later, but just looked at the word "Autumn" thoughtfully.

Guan Shanyao said:

【If it is Shen Zhiqiu who is forced to sell paintings】

Shen Zhiqiu: "This painting is not for sale."

Yan Yang: "I want to buy this painting of yours, what can you do?"

Shen Zhiqiu: "If you want to use force, I will accompany you."

Han Bi made a rescue.

Han Bi: "Why don't you sell the painting to Yanyang?"

Shen Zhiqiu replied frankly: "I can send him for free, so naturally I can't let him waste money."

Han Bi: "..."