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Guanglu Palace

"See you, Prime Minister!"

The attendant entered the bedroom, walked to the bed and asked, "Prime Minister Song is here, can Your Majesty see it?"

"not see."

The attendant paused, hesitated to speak, and then replied: "Yes."

The attendant came out from the bedroom and reported to Song Xin: "Your Majesty is not feeling well, Prime Minister, please go back."

Song Xin was already fifty, wearing a purple official uniform with gold thread engraving, simple and simple, and looked only in his early thirties, with a luxurious atmosphere.She smiled, nodded slightly, and asked meaningfully: "I heard that the Holy Majesty had a cold earlier, is he still sick?"

Attendant: "The imperial doctor said it was a heart disease, and there is no medicine to prescribe it, so it is difficult to cure."

Song Xin: "Oh, did your mother come over?"

Attendant: "I came here early in the morning, but His Majesty also didn't receive me."

"Your Majesty still has this stubborn temper. Since that's the case, it's inconvenient for me to disturb you." Song Xin waved his sleeves, and the attendant behind him presented a gift box and handed it to the attendant.

"Tomorrow is the sage's birthday. This is a small gift from the humble official, and it is also the introduction of the medicine that the imperial doctor said. I will leave."

The attendant thanked Song Xin and brought the congratulatory gift to the bedroom.This is the No.90 congratulatory gift received today, and it is not a rare thing.Firstly, Yu Yang doesn't like exotic treasures, and secondly, he doesn't care about those who give gifts, so most of them are given to his subordinates.

The attendant knew that Yu Yang had a good temper, so he opened the box without authorization, and a burst of refreshing sandalwood came to his face, and when he brushed away the silk, it was a painting.There are countless famous paintings in Guanglu Palace. Prime Minister Song is a person who likes others, so I don't know what is so special about this painting.

The attendant unfolded the picture scroll and couldn't help but read the little poem on it. The literary talent is not so good, it is simple and straightforward.But the brush is round and free, and the details are depicted, which can be compared with the masterpieces on the wall.He excitedly said: "Your Majesty, the woman in the painting seems to be alive, so familiar!"

Yu Yang turned his body inward, unwilling to answer.

The attendant consciously talked too much, put the painting back into the box wisely, saw a small note at the bottom of the box, picked it up, and said silently: "Qinhuai wine minister, Zhuo Jing opera child picture, Luocheng, Huizhou. It's strange, why didn't you mention it in the signature?" Written on a piece of paper instead of a painting?"

The attendant unfolded the picture scroll again, picked up the note and compared it with the little poem on the picture, only to realize that the words on the picture were surprisingly ugly.The attendant wanted to ask Yu Yang who the "Qin Huai wine minister" was, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he had no choice but to accept the painting.

The Tibetan mastiff nestled next to Yu Yang's bed barked barking as if seeing the portrait and seeing its owner.After this barking, Yu Yang sat up, hugged the dog into his arms, and pampered its head: "What's wrong?"

The attendant sighed in his heart: Human barking is worse than dog barking.

The big dog called "Nezha" jumped at the attendant, threw the painting down, licked and licked the yellow dog on the painting, and soon got wet.It is estimated that after two or three licks, the painting will wear a hole.

Yu Yang took a closer look, and was stunned for a moment, his pupils opened slightly, he got off the bed and kicked Nezha five meters away without mercy.

The attendant was dumbfounded. Yu Yang has always loved dogs like children, and this is the first time he has seen Yu Yang treat Nezha like this.

Nezha crawled back resentfully, curled up at Yu Yang's feet, most likely kicked out of internal injuries, whimpering, feeling extremely wronged.

Yu Yang picked up the painting and stared at it for a long time.Undoubtedly, he is the one with outstanding paintings, ugly characters and poor writing style.The woman in the painting is Bai Shuiqin, the grinder maid of the Hanlin Academy, a clumsy opera singer?He already regarded her as his wife...

His eyelids trembled slightly.

Jade window emerald hall, silver luan with clear sleeves, how is the man, is it still bright moon and breeze?

The attendant read Yu Yang's grievance a hundred times stronger than that of Nezha, and quickly put on a coat for Yu Yang, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Your Majesty, do you feel unwell?"

Yu Yang calmly said: "Place your seat in Weiyang Palace and ask the Queen Mother to resign."

"Where are you going, Your Majesty?"

"Huizhou."

When he arrived at Weiyang Palace, Yu Yang didn't mention anything except leaving the palace.Yu Yang's temper became more and more like that of the late emperor, which was not a good thing for Empress Dowager Yu Wen.Of course the first emperor has something to learn, but I'm afraid that Yu Yang will heal his father's words - good Longyang.

"Nonsense! When His Majesty leaves, who will come to Gu Guo?"

"Isn't it just what the queen mother wants?"

"Men'er, are you angry with me?"

The son didn't "marry" out, it was like spilled water, and the six relatives didn't recognize him.

Yu Yang said nothing.

I don't know what trouble my son is going to do when he leaves the palace this time.Empress Dowager Wen was silent for a moment, then smiled dryly, and said, "It's easy to go and return."

Yu Yang bowed to the queen mother, turned and walked away.

A carriage left the imperial city in a very hasty way, as if it was not leaving the hometown, but returning to the hometown.On the chariot, Yu Yang handed "The Picture of the Humble Jing Opera" to Shui Qin, and hugged Nezha tightly in his arms.

Shui Qin unfolded the painting, touching the scroll with trembling hands, speechless.As time goes by, her appearance has matured a lot, but in the painting, she is still innocent and innocent when she was young. The past flashes in her eyes, and she smiles through tears. "Mr. An went to study here, and he has been away for seven years. Fortunately, he still remembers the servant girl. The servant girl is really lucky in three lives. Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking the servant girl to see Mr. An."

Yu Yang didn't say a word, turned his head to look out of the car window, and hugged Nezha even tighter.After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "If he wants to marry you, are you willing to marry him?"

Shui Qin immediately blushed, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and lowered her eyes.

Nezha struggled in Yu Yang's arms, with his mouth open, almost out of breath.

A month later, Luo Cheng.

Finally escaped from Fu Xian's siege, Mo Zhui looked around, panted, straightened his clothes, put on a mask and rushed into the city that never sleeps.

Ever since the "Picture of a Humble Jing Opera" came out, there was a wave of An's frenzy in Luocheng. Rubbings of An's paintings were sold in the streets and alleys, and there were even brazen slogans that directly sold An Bizhi's authentic works at a low price.

The paintings in the market are easy to distinguish from the fake ones, but the imitations in Nightless City are so superb that unless An Bizhi personally authenticates them, others may not be able to tell the real ones from the fake ones.

Recently, the famous painting "Plucking Mulberries" was published in Everbright City, and it also did not have a signature seal. Several famous painters in Luocheng could not determine whether the surname was An, but only determined that the painting was completed three years ago.It was named "Picking Mulberries" because these three words were written on the corner of the painting, and now the selling price is 3000 taels.

Mo Zhui walked along the crowd. There were various vendors along the road, some selling aphrodisiacs/medicines, some selling snakes, insects, rats, ants and pets, and some selling women's obscene clothes...there are all kinds of surprises.

In the depths of the city that never sleeps, more than [-] people gathered at the foot of a step, and "Plucking Mulberries" was hanging on the screen on the step.There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, including poor scholars, children of wealthy families, poor beggars, and boastful and self-righteous quacks.

Mo Zhui was buried in the crowd and couldn't get in even if he squeezed in. Seeing a wooden pole standing beside him, he climbed up like a monkey, and his sight finally opened up.He hugged the wooden pole tightly, staring at the painting intently, fascinated.

No wonder it is rumored that this painting is an authentic work by An Bizhi. The scenery in this painting is quite similar to "The Picture of Zhuojing Opera".Although Mo Zhui hadn't seen the real "The Picture of the Humble Jing Opera", but after looking at the rubbings, he realized that the difference between the two paintings was the angle. The angle of view of "Humble Jing Opera Child" is inside the house, and the painter is sitting on the couch, facing the woman and the scene in front of him; while the painter of "Picking Mulberries" seems to be looking over from another attic, and the painting is an exterior view .Thinking about the furnishings in the house, it is not difficult to find that the two paintings are exactly the same, even the maid teasing the dog is very similar, but the maid's feet are covered by a low table in the perspective of the room, while the maid's slender feet are exposed in the panoramic view.

The current seller of "Picking Mulberries" is an obese middle-aged man who can be seen as a wealthy businessman.The wealthy businessman raised his hand to silence the crowd's uproarious voices, and shouted: "Everyone's done discussing, the auction starts now, and the starting price is 3000 taels!"

"Wait, I don't think this painting is authentic by An Bizhi!"

Mo followed the voice, and a thin young man wearing a white mask walked out of the crowd. His voice was high-pitched, and he could tell it was a little girl in men's clothing.

The wealthy businessman smiled and was very confident in the painting, saying: "Not to mention that this piece of "Plucking Mulberries" has been approved by Master Bai, Master Wen and Zhifu Wang. Just by looking at this fine brushwork, you can tell that it is extraordinary. where?"

Mo Zhui heard the words, carefully observed the picture scroll, although the fine brushwork is fine, but the style of painting is qualitatively different from "Zhuo Jing Xi Zi Tu".Close your eyes and feel it with your heart, there is a strong sense of contrast. No matter from the angle of view or the content, "The Picture of Humble Thorn Opera" is confined to the room, like a painting in a little girl's boudoir; while "Picking Mulberries" has a wide field of vision, with the endless attics, the bright moon and the clear sky, and the corner of the sky. Flow, the scene is vast, empty and quiet, like everyone's work.From this point of view, the author of "Plucking Mulberries" is more open-minded, but if this is true, it is not surprising. The strange thing is that Mo Zhui always feels that "The Picture of Zhuojing Opera" is more open-minded.Although others laughed at him as a scumbag, there was an inexplicable and paranoid intuition in his heart.

The white-faced woman said: "In this painting, the maid's foot is on a golden lotus. Anbi has never painted women's feet, at least she doesn't know how to draw small feet."

The others laughed out loud when they heard this: "How do you know that An Bi has never painted small feet? This reason is too ridiculous."

The white-faced woman held her head high and held her chest high: "I have read all of An's rubbings, and more than half of the portraits of women do not show their feet, and those who occasionally show their feet are all big feet."

A young master Pian Pian stood up and said: "No, it's not true. Most of An's portraits of women are painted by ancient people. Ancient people didn't like bound feet, so it makes sense that they all have big feet."

The white-faced woman argued: "What about "The Picture of a Clumsy Jing Opera", An Zhi's beloved wife is a modern person, and she hasn't shown her feet. If it wasn't for covering, how could An Bizhi deliberately draw a low table in front of her beloved wife."

"Hahaha!" The wealthy businessman looked the woman up and down, and burst out laughing, "I said why the girl is talking about her 'feet'. It turns out that the girl has a pair of big feet."

After hearing this, everyone looked at the white-faced girl's feet and burst out laughing when they saw that she was wearing men's shoes.

"Haha, girl, how can you get married with such a big foot!"

"Go back, this is not the place for you women to come."

"It's no wonder that a woman like you who wanders around looks immoral at first glance. It's not uncommon to have a pair of big feet."

"Hmph, I thought you knew An Bizhi well, but it turned out that you came here to seek reason for your own big feet."

……

"You, you!"

Surrounded by ridicule and accusations, the white-faced woman didn't know where to hide, sniffed, covered her face and began to cry aggrievedly.

"Hahahahaha!" Mo Zhui burst into tears with laughter, and when he missed and fell off the wooden pole, he was still laughing dumbfounded. "I laughed so hard, it's sad, sad!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Mo Zhui's insane laughter, and they saw that Mo Zhui looked like a lunatic who had taken the wrong medicine.

"It's so funny?"

"I'm not laughing at the girl, but at the painting."

Mo Zhui rubbed his belly and struggled to stand up, out of breath, tears streaming down his face.Just now he had a jolt, and suddenly saw the trickiness of "Picking Mulberries", and he felt sad for the owner of the painting from the bottom of his heart. "I laughed so hard. This painting is not fake, but it's not an authentic work by An Bizhi. The painting was originally valuable. I don't know who superimposed it, but it dropped in value."

The rich merchant said in a daze, "Young master, why did you say that?"

Mo Zhui walked up the steps, leaned closer to the painting, looked at it again and again, and asked, "Seller, is this the way you bought this painting? Haven't you tampered with it?"

The rich merchant nodded: "I swear, I haven't touched a single cent of this painting."

Mo asked: "How much did you pay for it?"

The wealthy businessman faltered and hesitated, and the starting price was cheap, and he was unwilling to make a sound.

Mo Zhui saw one thing or two, and said: "Then you are not at a loss."

Mo Zhui turned around and said to the audience: "This woman was added later. She wanted to pretend that An Bizhi's painting was genuine, but she didn't know that this painting was originally a jewel, and it was made by the current Holy Majesty. A woman was added for no reason, alive and well." If the price is dropped, wouldn’t it be a laughing stock!”

The author has something to say:

Overhead history, so there are some famous quotes from different eras in the article, so I don’t need to verify it.