Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

After Lu Ci put the appropriation documents in his sleeve properly, he stopped thinking about it. Instead, he went to the bustling Fanlou and booked a box on the third floor in advance.

Going higher, but there are more Yingge Yanwu to accompany the wine, going lower, the lobby is too noisy, but the third floor is just right.

It is not only a belated welcome banquet, but also a congratulations to celebrate the completion of Liu Zhuyan's restaurant, and to introduce Liu Zhuyan to each other and make new friends.

Because Yan Shu's ministry is not like Lu Ci's, it has a fixed end time, and it depends on the amount of government affairs that day.Lu Ci simply made an appointment with him at the time of the invitation, first he would take the two friends to Fanlou, and Yan Shu would rush there as soon as the business was over, so as to save some time on the road.

Zhu said that he had no objection to his brother Yu Yu's arrangement, except that he felt guilty for causing a lot of trouble for the other party.

But when he informed Liu Qi, Lu Ci unexpectedly got rejected.

"Are you asleep again?"

Lu Ci knocked on the door again, but still got no response, so he couldn't help but muttered to himself.

Liu Qi, who was busy laying out the poems written in anger to denounce Lu Ci for playing tricks and fooling him, heard Lu Ci's soliloquy clearly.

He snorted softly and insisted on ignoring it.

Lu Ci didn't walk away, and continued to stand at the door of the room, only lowered his voice, and summoned his servants to inquire.

"Brother Liu, are you feeling unwell?"

The healthy servant hurriedly shook his head, and replied: "I have never heard of Liu Langjun talking about it. It is good to see his complexion when he returns. The only thing is that he asked us to add paper and ink a few times before."

Add paper and ink?

Lu Ci stared thoughtfully at the closed door for a moment, then suddenly said, "If Brother Liu doesn't come out, I will have to take Brother Zhu to the banquet alone."

Is this cheating him, or is he sure that he will not be able to hold back and come out by himself?

Liu Qi frowned suspiciously, but decided to stand still.

Teased him like that, but still wanted to expose it lightly?

—Don't even think about it!

Lu Ci waited quietly for a while. He couldn't hear any movement, and he was not in a hurry, so he just explained to the servant: "Since brother Liu refused to accompany me to Fan Lou for a feast, I had to take the leftover dishes from the royal meal last night. Warm it up and leave it for him for dinner."

The few desserts left over from the royal meal given by the palace yesterday were all reheated by Lu Ci's preparation class at night and eaten as supper, so where did they come from?

Just as the servant was about to ask back, Master Lu blinked at him, so he swallowed the question that was almost out of his mouth, and said without hesitation: "Yes."

"Yeah." Lu Ci smiled, and casually patted the door lightly: "It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it, so let's go first."

Liu Qi was about to be blown up.

This wicked little glutton, used some sweet words to play him around, so it's fine if he doesn't feel guilty after Dong Chuang's incident.Now that he knew he was inside, but didn't know how to ask a few more questions, he was going to leave him to go to the banquet, and use some leftovers to deal with himself? !

He listened intently for a while, and sure enough there was the sound of footsteps going away. At that moment, he was so angry that one Buddha came out of his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He pushed the door open with one stride, and said loudly, "Okay——"

The menacing voice came to an abrupt end just as his gaze met Lu Ci who was waiting for him with his arms folded and his brows bent.

"Brother Liu, how can Brother Yu use his hand to wait for a rabbit?"

Lu Ci said with a smile.

Liu Qi: "..."

Lu Ci affectionately patted the expressionless Liu Qi on the shoulder, then put his hand on that shoulder, and half hugged and half pushed him away: "I knew you were awake, why are you so awkward? Let's go." Bar."

Zhu said that he was already waiting at the door, staring at the bright moon in the sky in a daze, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he saw the two people coming, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu, Brother Lu."

Lu Ci smiled and said: "We are so close anyway, we simply don't ride horses, let's go all the way."

Zhu said that he wished to spend more time with Brother Lu, and he was very happy when he heard this, and nodded vigorously.

Along the way, Liu Qi kept a blank face, watching the two talking and laughing, walking slowly, swearing bitterly in her heart.

——If he is lucky this time and is selected as a historian, then the first thing he will do is to record the bad deeds of the little Taotie in his pen, so that all generations will know how horrible this cunning boy is.

When the three of them walked to the brightly lit Fan Tower at a leisurely pace, Lu Ci casually took a look at the stables, and seeing the familiar brown horse with a beautiful white spot on its forehead, he immediately smiled and said : "I didn't expect to ask Brother Yan to arrive first."

"Isn't that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shu's smiling voice came from the direction of the stairs.

The three of them turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw that Yan Shu, who didn't even have time to change into his regular clothes and was still wearing a red official uniform, which attracted many drinkers' attention, stepped down the steps slowly, with a very elegant appearance.

The corners of Lu Ci's mouth twitched slightly.

... This exaggeration, why is it like a peacock spreading its tail?

When he got close, Yan Shu coughed lightly, and raised his eyebrows at Lu Ci.

Lu Ci understood, and immediately said: "This is Brother Yan."

He glanced at Yan Shu, then looked at Zhu Shuo and Liu Qi in turn with a smile, and briefly introduced: "Brother Zhu, Brother Liu. I'm afraid you don't feel strange?"

Zhu Shuo took the lead in bowing his hands, and said solemnly: "Although I have never met, I heard that Brother Lu often mentioned Brother Yan's name, and I have admired him for a long time."

——This is a little prudence.

Yan Shu easily paired Zhu Shuo with Lu Ci's "Di Zhu", whom Lu Ci praised all the time, and immediately responded with a smile: "I dare not. I often hear Yu Yu mentioning you two. Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times."

Although Liu Qi was full of complaints about Lu Ci's deception, she was still polite in front of Yan Shu, so she said a few polite words.

After Yan Shu returned the gift with a smile, he couldn't help but look at Liu Qi a few more times.

For some reason, he subtly felt that there seemed to be some similarities between himself and the other party...

Even so, Yan Shu remained calm, led by Lu Ci, opened the heavy embroidered curtains, passed by the bright lights, and entered the reserved box.

When the four people with different thoughts were enjoying the banquet in Fanlou, the prince of the East Palace was not idle in the big inner room that could be overlooked from the top floor, busy admiring the "Bianjing Ten Thousand Years" spread on the table that he treasured so much. Huatu".

His eyes were focused, and the pulp of his index finger was extremely cautious, stroking the lifelike and lifelike characters and street scenes one by one.

When Lu Ci drew this painting, his original intention was just a small window for the little prince to appreciate the outside world. He didn't pay attention to the subject matter and season when he created it. He drew it in real time. The main temple fairs are naturally the scenery in autumn and winter.

Among the painters who generally like to paint the rejuvenation of the earth, the lotus pond in midsummer, the full moon in mid-autumn, or the three friends of the cold season, it seems very unique and can do whatever they want.

Lu Ci's painting method is influenced by various later generations. He mainly focuses on capturing the essence of expression, and doesn't care about specific details at all. He also likes to use local materials.

For example, in the golden apricot grove by the river, he really picked some apricot flowers, chopped them finely, and pasted them evenly on the painting; under the bustling pier, the boats floating in the canal were painted in different colors. Sawdust hook...

Looking at the whole picture, the ink colors used by Lu Ci are actually pitifully small.

But because of these subtle thoughts of the spirit orifice, the whole painting is like a dragon whose eyes have been dotted, suddenly becoming full of vitality and full of charm that people can't take their eyes off.

Zhao Zhen loves it so much, he can't wait to jump and jump on the ground with the painting in his arms.

Since there are palace people around, it is not easy to do such a childish thing that is out of the crown prince's manners, so I can only hold back my excitement and continue to look at the painting.

He was absent-minded even when he was having dinner, and after hastily finishing the homework assigned by the master, he couldn't wait to take out the painting and continue looking at it.

Now he couldn't help holding his breath, and very lightly touched the colorful and vibrant 'flower sea', the soft touch of the petals came from his fingertips, and he sniffed closely, and there was a faint fragrance.

Obviously, in the imperial garden, there are many flowers that are much more beautiful than those outside the palace, but in the eyes of the little Zhao Zhen, none of them can match the gorgeous world that Lu Ci carefully described for him.

It turns out that Bianjing City outside the palace is so lively and beautiful!

Zhao Zhen was completely fascinated, holding it so much that he couldn't put it down, so much so that he just reflected on it not long ago, and secretly reminded himself that he had forgotten all the lessons he had to learn...

Hearing Lin Neichen's 'complaint', Zhao Heng, who came to the East Palace to see the little prince on a whim, was instantly attracted by the huge painting.

Different from Zhao Zhen who pays attention to the content, what Zhao Heng takes a fancy to at a glance is the painter's unique but extremely exquisite special painting technique.

What kind of painting is this?

Zhao Heng moved closer curiously. In order to study carefully, he almost touched the back of Zhao Zhen's head. However, Zhao Zhen was immersed in his own world, and did not notice the official's arrival at all.

The more he looked at it carefully, the more Zhao Heng found that it was completely different from the neat and meticulous courtyard paintings he was used to. Rough, the lines are full of freedom and randomness, but the scenery in the painting has a vividness that seems to be able to jump out.

Especially the whirling tree shadow, which can make people see at a glance that it is the branches being blown by the wind, which makes it messy.

How exactly was it drawn?

As the so-called expert knows the way, Zhao Heng became more and more interested the more he looked at it. For a while, he even forgot the purpose of secretly catching the prince's 'absence', and asked aloud: "How did this painting come about? Who is the artist for? "

A question came out of nowhere, and Zhao Zhen, who was immersed in joy, was scared out of his wits, and jumped up: "Daddy, Daddy!"

Zhao Heng quickly reached out his hand, not to support Zhao Zhen, but to hold down the painting that was almost knocked to the ground.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhen to answer, he picked up the scroll and saw that the so-called 'colors' were all exquisite objects glued on, and he was even more surprised by the ingenuity: "What a clever idea! It's so beautiful painting!"

Seeing this scene of deja vu, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but thumped in his heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, after taking out the name of the person who contributed the painting from the mouth of the six sons, unlike the last time when he inadvertently forgot to return it, Zhao Heng took the painting for himself this time and took it away directly.

Zhao Zhen stared anxiously at the painting that was taken away by his father as a matter of course before it was warmed up, and gradually went away with his father...

He couldn't help but flatten his mouth, and the big teardrops that he had been holding back fell down one by one like broken threads.