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After Yu Yang and his party left, An Yi and Wu Lin'er went there.The tribute in front of the tomb is quite "abundant", as if it was a standard for respecting scholar-bureaucrats. The inscriptions describe new cinnabar, peach trees are newly planted around, and burnt paper money ash is piled up to form a slope.

The emperor treats each other like this, why can't the complaint be resolved.

An Yi stared at the inscription, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.If I hadn't painted "The Picture of Banished Immortals", maybe this misfortune would not have happened. I thought I could get something, but in the end I took two innocent lives.

He blocked his chaotic thoughts and added a stick of incense.He didn't believe in evil by nature, and he couldn't help asking: Who is the person who put scale paint on the painting?

The air was quiet, without a trace of wind, but the cigarettes rushed towards him.He was choked to tears, and turned to burn paper money with Wu Lin'er.

An Yi returned to the city in the evening, his mind was blank, and he wandered the streets in a state of confusion.The sun was setting and the stars were rising, and in the indigo night, a dress as white as snow, like the gentle light of toads, set him off like a fairy or a spirit.

A group of people with hippie smiles suddenly popped up at the fork in the road, surrounded him, and put a wreath made of flowers and branches on his head, completely breaking the tranquility of walking alone under the moonlight.

Fu Yan took off the ugly ghost mask and congratulated him: "Haha, congratulations to Brother Mo for his acquittal! As soon as I heard the news this morning, I went to the Yamen to pick you up with everyone, but I didn't see you. Where did you go?"

Before An Yi could respond, the proprietress over there hugged his arm, dragged him away and said coquettishly, "Mr. An, at least I took you in. Can you draw a portrait for me too?"

Luo Sanniang was as warm-hearted as ever: "Brother Mo has been starving after spending the past few days in prison. Go back to the Eight Immortals Building and I will cook you a table of delicious food."

"I don't...hey, put me down!"

The buddies of the Eight Immortals Building swarmed him up and carried him to the Eight Immortals Building in an embarrassed posture.

The proprietress hurriedly ordered the boy to tidy up the wing room.

An Yi pushed the group of people away irritably, puffed the tail of hair that floated into his mouth, and said with a gray and cold face on his body: "I'll let you go, I don't know you, so I don't owe you anything, how much should I pay you?" I will send someone to pay you back tomorrow. From then on, it will be clean.”

An Yi stood there like an iceberg, serious and serious, repelling others thousands of miles away.

Everyone was stunned immediately.Fu Yan was stunned, and then seemed to understand, and explained to everyone: "The doctor said that Brother Mo was insane, and the mage said that it was a ghost. Could it be that Mr. An is dead and attached to Brother Mo?"

An Yi argued: "Nothing lost all his memory seven years ago, he is the latecomer, you miss him, find a sorceress to recruit him! By the way, warn him not to mess with me."

The youngest nephew of the proprietress shrank behind the proprietress, and said in a low voice: "Mr. is right, scholars have integrity, talk and laugh with great Confucianism, and there is no white man in dealing with each other."

The proprietress changed her previous kindness: "Mr. An is a scholar, and he doesn't want to be with us ordinary people." The proprietress turned up the ladder without looking back, "If you don't send Mr. An away, we can't afford hospitality. Where's the brothel?"

Fu Qian persuaded: "Mr. An, the proprietress said angry words. Let's get acquainted with Mo Zhui for a while, so you can sit down and have a drink with me, and talk about your Ludu."

The verbal dispute was meaningless, An Yi turned to leave without saying a word, but was stopped by an aggrieved guy: "Mr. An doesn't know us, at least Xiuyun Temple has kept Mr. You are like a brother. Now that you are released from prison, everyone invites you to get together to celebrate and celebrate, how can you still not be able to climb up after the change!"

An Yi didn't mean that, it's just that since he was imprisoned, he suddenly felt that the world was too noisy, and he didn't want to get involved in the world.And the brothel was quiet.

"So how much do you want to pay?"

The guy was so angry that he picked up the wine jar and smashed it: "Remuneration? Money? Aren't you Hanlin bachelors very noble, and also so vulgar?"

Another clerk retorted: "Why don't you still want the money? Sanniang, Lao Tao has been urging you for the debts your husband owed during his lifetime. You don't want to chase after you take care of me like that, just ask for it now. If Mr. An doesn't pay , I'm still not convinced!"

Another person said: "I said, Sanniang, don't pay your husband's debts. It's not you who owed it. Let Lao Tao sue the officials. He can't win."

Luo Sanniang slapped the buddy: "What are you talking about! My husband's debt is my debt, it doesn't matter who it is. I will pay it back to Lao Tao, let alone Mr. An's business."

An Yi hates it inexplicably. In the past, people asked him for various reasons for asking for paintings. This is the first bitter scene where one side sings white and the other sings black. It is hypocritical and hypocritical.

"Send me an IOU, and someone will deliver it tomorrow." After speaking, he left.

Fu Yan wanted to chase him, but was stopped by the proprietress.The proprietress: "Forget it, since he is An Yi, he will leave sooner or later. We had good intentions and wanted to have a happy farewell banquet, but in the end he missed us so much, you still want to chase him, he just will annoy you even more."

Looking at his back as cold as frost, the clerk sighed: "Mr. Du Dao'an is so affectionate, I didn't expect to be so cold."

An Yi returned to Mixiang Pavilion, drank a few glasses of wine with Ding Lu, the table was full of feasts but not a single chopstick was touched.

Ding Lu didn't persuade him either, Yu Anyi, thousands of words of caring are not as good as being silent with him.After eating slowly, Ding Lu said, "I think you need to see a doctor."

An Yi: "I'm not sick."

Ding Lu raised his eyebrows indifferently: "When I faced Mo Zhui, I thought he was fake Anyi. But after being in touch with you for so long, I realized more and more that you are fake too."

"Where do you start?"

Ding Lu tapped the plate with his chopsticks: "You're not gluttonous anymore."

"I have no appetite."

"But An Yi has never had an appetite."

An Yi was silent for a while, and then said brazenly, "Do you still have any money?"

"What's the matter, lack of money?"

Without changing his face: "Mo owed a sum of money to the Eight Immortals Building."

Ding Luai ignored the answer and said, "How much do you owe?"

"A hundred or twelve taels."

At this time, a young servant knocked on the door and came in to spread the word that a girl surnamed Bai was here to see her.

Ding Lu thought of something now: "Uh...Lao An, I didn't expect you to confess to Miss Bai. I drank too much wine that day, so I told Miss Bai that you would marry her. I think Miss Bai has a heart... Ding Lu paused, then changed the subject, "Hey, who is your underground mistress? If you don't compromise, Miss Bai is very nice."

"Qianqian."

Qianqian - the nickname he gave to others privately, which means good-looking, gentle and pleasant.

At that time in the Hanlin Academy, at some point, a small incense burner was added to his study.Every night when I go back to my room after class, I can always smell the heartwarming fragrance, and there will be a small plate of refreshing sour plum snacks on the table, and then I know that Qianqian has come.He always smiled knowingly, read the book, and finished the snack.

He always thought that Qianqian was Bai Shuiqin, until the day when a mouse bit through Yu Yang's cuff, he became ascetic.

A mouse is a dog, not a snake. Before it bites a person, it will definitely yell fiercely. Moreover, a mouse is timid and afraid, and can't even fight an insect. It was still tied under a tree at that time, so it is impossible to attack people on its own initiative.Leaving aside the fact that mice are afraid of strangers, he has long since noticed that the mice will not know when they will be so powerful that they dare to act coquettishly with Yu Yang, almost forgetting who its original owner is.If the rat has taken the rat poison and gone crazy, Yu Yang should avoid it if he passes by, and he will come closer to get bitten.I don't know if Yu Yang thought him stupid, but the torn cuffs of the white and blue gown embroidered with fish and leaves didn't look like they were bitten by a dog at all.I have never seen such a reckless emperor.

"Qian?" Ding Lu expressed interest, "A beautiful woman."

"You avoid it first, I'll explain this to her clearly."

Ding Lu went out from the side door, Bai Shuiqin walked in shyly holding a painting tube.

"Mr. An..."

"sit down."

Bai Shuiqin seemed to have never been to such a place before, looked around nervously for a while, lowered his head slightly, seemed to respect and fear An Yi: "Young master has just been released from prison, and he came to this kind of place again."

An Yi said self-deprecatingly: "Young man, where else are you going? By the way, why did you leave the palace?"

Bai Shuiqin: "Your Majesty allows me to leave the palace."

"Your Majesty... why did you allow you to leave the palace?"

An Yi thought: There is no reason why Yu Yang would take care of a court lady's affairs, depending on the situation, Shui Qin still came with Yu Yang.

"Because..." Bai Shuiqin blushed, and handed the painting tube to An Yi.

An Yi opened the painting tube and took out a painting, which turned out to be the legendary "Picture of the Humble Jing Opera".

"His Majesty gifted me this painting."

Like lightning, he immediately asked, "When?"

"Hmm..." Bai Shuiqin was dumbfounded, "Two months ago."

become.

An Yi immediately understood, sending him a thousand miles away, did Yu Yang almost give him a marriage?

An Yi rolled up the painting and put it back in the tube. "I know this painting is called "The Picture of the Humble Thorn Opera", but I didn't come up with the name. It was my fault. If this painting has caused you any misunderstanding, I apologize to you. I did think about it before. Marry you, but now I just want to be at ease. If I marry you, you will definitely not let me come to this kind of place, I can't change it. "

Bai Shuiqin's face was embarrassed for a while, which would probably happen to any woman.She likes An Yi, but An Yi's words are also true, she will cut off his romantic way like Mrs. Ding took care of Ding Lu.This is what a wife who loves her husband deeply should do, but her comfortable heart is more than just looking for flowers and willows, she is like a floating dust that is erratic and does not know where to go.Marrying him is tantamount to accepting a widow.

Bai Shuiqin thought for a while, and tears couldn't help falling down: "Have you ever liked someone, Young Master? Are you willing to settle the dust for her?"

"No, and I won't. Shuiqin, you understand me. After getting acquainted, since you went out of the palace to find me, I will find a way to make you settle down." An Yi looked at the painting tube, "Why don't you paint this painting How about selling it and earning money to sell a house and make a living by yourself?"

Bai Shuiqin wiped away tears, looking very pitiful.An Yi's heart, which has always been fond of fragrances and jades, ached again.

"I understand you son. You like a life of freedom and carelessness. If I cling to my husband any longer, it will become a burden."

An Yi wanted to mention finding her a good husband-in-law, but she held back after thinking about it.The girl came for him, and it would be disrespectful for him to push her to others.

He was at a loss, but Bai Shuiqin said with empathy: "My lord, don't worry about me. I can go back to my hometown and live with my uncle and aunt. Since you have no idea, I'd better return this painting to you. But you can promise me one thing." thing?"

An Yi: "What's the matter?"

"If you are tired, my lord," Bai Shuiqin still had a little fantasy, "If you want to start a family, will you marry me then?"

"Shuiqin..." just breathed a sigh of relief, and then brought it up again, explaining again and again, "Shuiqin, now and in the future, I will treat you like a sister."

Bai Shuiqin's heart was complicated, and he tore the embroidered handkerchief carelessly: "Is there another girl in your heart?"

"No. If there is, I will cut off my children and grandchildren."

"Don't swear, son, I understand. I will find a good family."

Bai Shuiqin's gray eyes suddenly lost the aura, and also lost the youthful spirit, and turned old in an instant, opened the door and ran out.

An Yi chased him out, calling out: "You don't know the way, why don't I take you back."

"I know the way, I will take good care of myself." Bai Shuiqin didn't turn his head back, and the end of his words was filled with uncontrollable heart-piercing cries.

Ding Lu came out, patted An Yi's shoulder, and said helplessly, "Miss Bai is really sad."

Then he opened the painting tube, took out the painting to admire, and casually recited the nondescript poem on it: "My wife has no ambitions, but my face is good, my waist is strong and my chest is crisp. I can't see my shadow for three days, and my stomach is hanging on my stomach?" Suddenly, it was like a burst of cold When the wind blew, Ding Lu got goosebumps all over his body, "I miss Qianqian? So you didn't draw this painting for Miss Bai? Then why did you draw Miss Bai? Aren't you trying to make people misunderstand? And me How many times have I warned you, don't write inscriptions without authorization after drawing, it will drop in value! Look at what you wrote, Qijue is still a word?"

"Qijue. Isn't this a lack of words?"

Ding Lu looked at the painting carefully, and found that there was a graceful figure on the screen behind Bai Shuiqin in the painting. It was not Bai Shuiqin's shadow reflected on it, but a person standing behind the screen. "Pfft... Lao An, I will obey you."

The author has something to say:

I asked for this broken poem by posting a post, thanks to an anonymous friend on the 12th floor who participated in thinking about the poem O(∩_∩)O~