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In the 20th year of Dazhou, Ludu.In the early morning, it rained cats and dogs.

The old eunuch broke into Weiyang Palace with hasty steps, and knelt outside the palace in fear. "Report to the Queen Mother, something happened in Guanglu Palace!"

The emperor's wedding was overjoyed, and the empress dowager Wen's most important matter was finally resolved, she drank some wine, was still drunk for a while, her consciousness was still hazy, she propped up her upper body lazily, and asked, "What's the important thing? "

The old eunuch was trembling: "The queen..."

"No reason!"

After listening to the eunuch's report, Empress Dowager Wen regained her senses in shock. She was furious, lifted the curtain, put on a big cloak and hurried back and forth. "Bring the emperor and...bring the two of you!"

All the maids were so frightened that they all knelt down and lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.Who would have expected that the happy event of the empire would become a royal joke?

The old maid, Guan Que, went forward to fasten the cloak for Empress Dowager Wen, and said comfortingly, "Your Majesty's disposition is clear to the Empress Dowager. Your Majesty usually hates such things the most. He must have lost his temper after drinking."

The old eunuch was also a sensible person, so he hurriedly said: "Yaner is newly married, His Majesty is happy, drunk so drunk that he can no longer distinguish between people and things in front of the bridal chamber."

Guan Que tried every means to stabilize Empress Dowager Wen: "I think His Majesty is still awake. If the Empress Dowager goes to arrest someone now, how can I teach His Majesty how to save face in the future? Why don't you take advantage of Your Majesty's awakening and deal with the Queen alone."

Empress Dowager Wen thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Bring that man."

Old eunuch: "Yes."

An Yi was dragged away from the bed in a daze, and there were voices of arguing in his ears, which could be heard indistinctly.The eunuch picked up the silk on the ground, wrapped his unsightly body, and half dragged and half dragged him to Weiyang Palace.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the sky and the earth became brighter for a moment. A few figures and a three-meter-long red silk were seen walking in the depths of the empty palace.

The eunuch threw it away, and An Yi fell heavily to the ground, dizzy for a while.The palace was brightly lit, he propped up his forehead weakly, raised his eyes and saw the frosty queen mother, and felt that something important was about to happen, he buried his head, but the eunuch pinched his chin again and lifted him up abruptly.

An Yi is like a drowned chicken, the wet red silk is clinging to her body, setting off the perfect outline, her red eyes are about to bleed, she shakes her head like crazy, but she can't utter a sound of injustice.

This figure and appearance really make people admire and pity.If you don't commit crimes, you must be the best candidate for the son-in-law.

Empress Dowager Wen was stunned for a moment, it was a familiar face, but her brain was paralyzed by alcohol so that she didn't ask the bottom of the comfortable appearance, but said coldly: "Who are you, dare to pretend to be the queen, who ordered you!"

An Yi held on to the silk tightly, but her consciousness was not yet fully clear.It is true that he pretended to be the queen, but he wanted to escape, but he ate something wrong, and his body did not obey his commands.His degree of collapse is no less than that of Queen Mother Wen. He has a sweet heart and is as straight as a pillar!As for the emperor, not to mention that men and women do not touch each other, if he knew it was him, it would be strange if he didn't chop him into minced meat.It's best for the emperor to forget that if he remembers to have a happy relationship with him, he will come from the palace in order to "get out of the mud without staining".

An Yi retreated in fear, without saying a word.

Empress Dowager Wen took the table and said, "Don't talk? Give me wine!"

Several eunuchs stepped forward to hold An Yi down, and the old eunuch came with a glass of poisoned wine.

A life-saving clue quickly appeared in An Yi's mind, and a hoarse voice blurted out: "The queen mother spares my life, there is a conspiracy!"

Empress Dowager Wen also noticed the tricks, but no matter whether An Yi was innocent or not, she was a victim if she got on the emperor's bed.In order to maintain the royal reputation, he must die.

Empress Dowager Wen ruthlessly announced: "Tomorrow, it will be said that the queen's fate is unlucky, and she accidentally fell to her death."

An Yi was severely strangled, poured a glass of strong wine, and shed two lines of cold tears.

That's all, I closed my eyes peacefully.To die under the peony flower is to be a ghost.

27 years in the big week.

Luocheng, Huizhou, a bustling city along the Grand Canal, with waterways extending in all directions and land routes criss-crossing, is the throat of the empire.Business is unimpeded when exchanges are unimpeded. Prosperous business naturally brings prosperity to the people, so Luocheng has always been known as the "Little Deer Capital".

Since it is a prosperous place, it is inevitable that there will be places where fish and dragons mix together.The huge ship array moored by the mountains beside Chennan Wharf is the largest black market in Huizhou, known as the "city that never sleeps".As the name suggests, the bazaar is brightly lit day and night.The transactions here are often unscrupulous transactions, and most of them are gambling in nature, such as betting on stones, selling antiques, stolen things, exotics, etc.Most of the merchants are foreign merchants and people from the rivers and lakes, who do not follow normal routines, and there are many powerful people who are beyond the power of the government. Therefore, the black market has its own gang and is responsible for maintaining order.There are not many rules, in short: enter the market with your face hidden; buying and selling are voluntary; no troubles are allowed; as long as the goods enter the city that never sleeps, only the genuine and fake prices will be considered regardless of the source. Any consequences brought by the goods; out of the city that never sleeps, the gang does not care whether the person holding the goods is captured by the government or hunted down by the wicked.

Although the city that never sleeps is near the pier, ordinary people never dare to set foot on it.Because there are occasional disputes in the black market, they are dealt with according to the rules of the river and lake, or the gangs clean up their own doors, and there are corpses floating on the river from time to time.The common people looked timidly at it, and felt that the nightless city was filled with daring lunatics, pawns of alien races, thieves and the like.

Recently, there has been an uproar in Luocheng.Because not long ago, there was a rare item in the city that never sleeps, An Bizhi's painting - "The Picture of the Humble Jing Opera".

An Yi, to put it nicely, is a migrant poet, but to put it bluntly, he is a ruffian and a prostitute.At the age of Sui and Guannian, he took the word "Bizhi", which translates as: the well-known Zhi, the so-called "names are based on orthodox characters, and characters are used to show virtue". Outsiders all know that he claims to be honest and upright, and he is impartial, but the mystery is only guessed by him. I know.His character is not to be praised, but Danqing is a must, and he is the first-class registered painter second to none in Dazhou.

Literati and scholars have always been boring, and they like to judge everything from high to low, so as to make room for a ranking.For example, the seven sages of Hanlin, ranked in order of character and learning are: Che Ibis, Yu Yang, Jing He, Lu Ge, Yuan E, Meng Yuan, and Chen You.Although An Yi is the number one painter, he couldn't stand his low morale, and quit the Imperial Academy early, and became unknown. Everyone thought that he put down the "butcher knife", so it was reasonable that he was not included in the ranking.Furthermore, all the talents selected for the Hanlin sages are of excellent appearance, but An Yi has a malignant sore on his face, and half of his face is rotten, so he has to cover his face to show it to others, and has never revealed it. His face is the worst, which has lowered the reputation of the entire imperial academy Yan value.It is said that in the 17th year of the Da Zhou Ya Exam, the content of the assessment was piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and articles, and An Yi was the bottom No. 2, so he was expelled from the Imperial Academy.As for who the No. 1 is, the royal secret is unknown.

I have poor conduct and shabby looks, so I don't deserve the name.However, even though his reputation is extremely bad, An Yi has the most admirers, from the nobles to the common people, all men and women of Sichun respect him as a boudoir.If it is ranked by popularity, a boudoir who has countless trustworthy men and women dares to be the second, but no one dares to be the first.

An Yi is indulgent and uninhibited in his bones, and the painting is the same. He never pursues perfection and beauty. One stroke, one dark and one bright, almost every tone is just right, tepid.However, it is such a casual swipe of ink that when the pen is written, it is completely natural, and the subtleties reveal the true meaning, but it achieves perfection.

Che Xi once lamented him: "Bi Zhi has a woman in his heart." This sentence does not mean that An Yi has a beautiful woman in his heart, but that all women are beautiful in An Yi's eyes.

However, this kind of prodigal son with dirty thoughts, vulgarity and vulgarity, paints with nobility, no matter how many thresholds the dignitaries step through to ask him for a good brush, he says that if he doesn't paint, he doesn't paint, so he forged a lot of enmity.

As for why he was said to be dirty and vulgar, it was because he made friends carelessly.As a Hanlin student, he never lacks good teachers and helpful friends, but he prefers the market place, visiting the flower street, admiring beauties, playing troupes... and making a close friend in the feasting and feasting, named Ding Lu, a storyteller in the flower street, and the author of banned books.The so-called things gather together and people are divided into groups. The two hit it off, like each other, get along with each other, work together, cherish each other, and can't help it.

Jing He, the number one poet in the country, said that the two were "the scum of the country and the cancer of the country", which shows how deeply the two have been poisoned.

In ancient times, there was Boya's unique string, and today there is Caiwei's unique pen.Since An Yi's "died from the world", Ding Lu has washed his hands in a golden basin, and the book "The Great View of Yin and Yang Constructing Essence" has become his unfinished swan song since then.

Both of them hid in the city, and for the common people, they really lost the bedside reading materials and the picture album of the boudoir, which caused several lines of worry to frown on the brows of the thinking person.

Now that An's paintings are reappearing in the rivers and lakes, will that Ding Lu "come back to life"?

Believers of men and women can't be calm, and they run around with joy, stirring up the miasma in Luocheng.

In the wine shop, the drinkers are also talking about it.

"I heard that "The Picture of the Humble Jing Opera" was painted a few days ago, and it was sold before it could be framed. It only sold for 50 taels! Tsk tsk tsk, I don't know who is so lucky to come across such a prize."

"Except for two lines of poems about his wife, there is no seal and signature on the painting. I don't think it may be the authentic work of An Bizhi. An is paranoid about paintings. He has always framed them himself and doesn't like others to intervene. If anyone touches his unfinished paintings , he will definitely burn the painting. Not to mention these unreasonable things, it’s all because he has relaxed his mind, but his paintings used to be worth a thousand dollars, so how can he break his waist for 50 taels now?”

"The painting was appraised by the master, and it is indeed the authentic work of An Bizhi. It is estimated that the painting was stolen before it was completed and flowed into the city that never sleeps. I heard from the people inside that "The Picture of the Humble Jing Opera" has been resold several times, and now it sells for 1000 taels It's only been a few days!"

"So An Bi has been in Luocheng?"

"There has been no news from An for seven years, why did he suddenly appear in Luocheng?"

"I don't know if it's there or not. I had the courage to go to the Nightless City to check out the painting yesterday. Tsk tsk, it's really interesting! In the painting, a woman is playing with yellow ears in the study, wearing a maid's attire. It should be a girl from which family, so lifelike. Take The name 'Chuo Jing Opera' is really puzzling, could it be that An Bizhi's beloved wife is a maid? And the actor... Could it be that their beloved son is a dog?"

"Yi An's cynical nature, it's normal to marry a maid. I don't think the 'zi' of 'opera' refers to children. According to the zodiac, son refers to rat..."

"Hahaha, brother, this is not a mouse joke. According to what you mean, the name of the painting should be "Chuo Jing Opera Xu Tu"."

"Reckless waste." Mo Zhui picked up the chicken leg on the table and bit it into his mouth, chewing happily, squeezed into the crowd, and interjected, "Maybe that dog is called 'Mouse'?"

Mo Zhui is the waiter of the restaurant, and he has been doing odd jobs for more than two months. He doesn't earn much money, but he is paid well - he can pick up leftovers from customers.The standard of the wine shop is relatively high, and they are decent people who spend a lot of money. They don't worry about eating clean, and if they are lucky, they can earn a lot of rewards.

In the past few days, the streets and alleys have been talking about An Bizhi's voice, and Mo Zhui's ears are almost callused.He hated An's behavior, the more the world sought after him, the more disgusted he was, and he had to cater to the drinkers, put on a smirk, and said while clearing the table: "What's so strange, what is that An? As soon as my son came, all the masters rushed to the Night City, and the girls in the Mixiang Pavilion must die of loneliness. I see, the painting is dead but the person is alive, it is more interesting to talk about the conservatory Meiji."

A well-dressed drinker stroked his beard and smiled, pointing at Mo Zhui: "You boy—vulgar!"

He is vulgar?

Mo Zhui sneered from the bottom of his heart, how could he be as vulgar as An Bizhi?Although he likes to talk about Mei Ji verbally, it is a trick to greet guests, while An Bi has always been a real tease woman, and he does not know how many girls have been slighted.To be fair, he is a dutiful man and has a woman he likes—the gentle, generous, graceful and capable cook in the kitchen, named Luo Sanniang, aged [-] to [-], widowed and childless.

The first time he met Sanniang, Mo Zhui believed that she was the woman in his life.It was a feeling he had never had before. The deer bumped wildly, and the love was just beginning to bloom. Looking far away, there were colorful flowers.He swore that when he saved enough money, he would marry Luo Sanniang home in a glorious manner.

The proprietress came over, knocked Mo Zhui on the forehead, and joked with him: "Why is it not unusual? You can't buy that painting in a hundred or so. If there is a painting of An Bizhi hanging in our shop, I will buy it." I won’t worry about no business for half my life.”

Mo Zhuixin laughed unwillingly and said: "Yes, yes, I am so ignorant, if anyone buys that "Picture of the Humble Thorn Opera", don't forget to bring it to everyone to gain insight! I You can also copy it and hang it on the gate."

The proprietress: "Come on, it's just you, don't show it and make me laugh. Haha!"

Everyone roared with laughter.

Mo Zhui just made a negative comment, and was laughed at by the drinkers from noon to closing time. Before leaving, the proprietress told him: "In the future, don't criticize An Bizhi again in front of others, don't spoil the taste of the guests."

Mo Zhui let out an "oh" and walked home listlessly.He denied An Bizhi from beginning to end, except for painting.

——The business woman doesn't know the hatred of the subjugated country, and she still sings the queen 丨 court flower across the river.

In Mo Zhui's eyes, An Bizhi is the chief crime of subjugation mentioned in "Po Qinhuai".As a bureaucrat and doctor, he is always intoxicated, indulging in sensuality, and shameless!

Mo Zhui looked up to the sky and sighed, with a tendency to worry about the country and the people, howled the wolf: "The law of heaven is not fair, why did you let a pair of paintings grow on him! Give me a skillful pen to give you a peaceful and prosperous world, my God!"

wow——

A basin of footwashing water poured down from the attic by the road, drenching his whole body.A woman in the building was teaching her son to learn words and characters, and said: "Son, did you hear that? This is called a fool talking about dreams."

"Mother, the child understands."

Mo Zhui paused, wiped the water off his face forbearance, and yelled towards the attic: "Little boy, uncle also taught you a word called a woman's view."

"Yeah, you little ruffian!" The woman upstairs ran out rudely, and threw a grapefruit peel at Mo Chasing.

Seeing this, Mo Zhui quickly ran away.

The author has something to say:

I rearranged the order, so I changed to a new pit.This article wants to say that it imitates the Ming Dynasty, but I am not familiar with the Ming Dynasty, so... just pretend I didn't say it, hohohoho!