dragon pen

"If your grandfather doesn't come home for seven or eight years..."

"The palace... didn't say it would charge me for food."

"..."

"..."

"Now I'm starting to regret why I didn't let you put the scroll back on the shelf."

"Why?"

"It's better than being here with you all the time to live a shameless and hopeless drowsy life."

"..." Zhang Ziyao looked down on him when he heard this, stood up very unhappy, took out the high-quality rice paper specially used by the palace from under the desk, spread it on the table, and pressed it flat, "Practice, we also borrowed it at any rate. People who have passed Bi Fang's true spirit!"

"I just see you wasting paper here."

"..."

In Zhu Jiuyin's "Beautiful Blessings", Zhang Ziyao was born from his mother's womb. This is probably the second time that he takes himself seriously as a dream painter.

The last time he faced this matter squarely, he created a miracle that scared his two brothers to death.

He hoped that this time he could scare Lou Hen to death.

And so, ever since he entered the small courtyard of "IKEA IKEA" at noon, except for arguing with Zhu Jiuyin, he never moved away from the table and did anything other than practicing painting .

Time passed quickly, and when his neck was so sore that he couldn't lift it, he realized in a trance that the sun was about to set outside, and a servant was standing outside the door, poking his head.Seeing Zhang Ziyao put down his pen at this moment, he immediately showed joy: "Sir, the lord has specially hosted a banquet for you, please move to the dining room..."

Cheating food, drinking and cheating out of high standards.

Zhang Ziyao only felt that the eyes of the cheap dragon in the picture scroll behind him could poke two holes in his spine, and he quickly responded that he would go after washing up a bit, and sent the servant who sent the message away, then turned to look at Zhu Jiuyin: "Did you just roll your eyes behind my back?"

"I don't do such inelegant things, don't spit blood on people." Zhu Jiuyin said, "You have ink on the corner of your mouth."

Zhang Ziyao raised his hand to wipe it, looked down and saw that there was indeed ink stain on the back of his hand, and immediately said dissatisfied: "If you didn't say it earlier, that boy must have seen how stupid I am."

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Zhang Ziyao wiped his mouth and asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Zhu Jiuyin said: "I'm considering if I can jump out of the picture scroll, the first thing to do is to burn down the bald donkey nest in Anle Temple, or beat you up first."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "How many flowers have you drawn in one day? Get out of the way and let me take a look."

Zhang Ziyao got out of the way, so there was no cover, and from Zhu Jiuyin's perspective, he could fully see all the ink marks on the rice paper on the table—including a rough ink spot that someone probably dozed off and accidentally put on it.

After appreciating carefully for a long time, Zhu Jiuyin finally couldn't help but said: "Zhang Ziyao, do you know that these seven princes have extraordinary looks, and they will surely achieve great things in the future."

Zhang Ziyao was lowering his head to seriously appreciate the arc of the bird's tail feather that he was most proud of. He felt that it was really rare to be so vivid, so he said perfunctorily without raising his head, "So what?"

Zhu Jiuyin said: "This kind of people will get whatever they want, and the old Jade Emperor dotes on him and is reluctant to let him suffer any setbacks."

Zhang Ziyao said, "What?"

Zhu Jiuyin said: "It seems that you are not stupid. You have easily found a way to prolong your life and live comfortably."

Zhang Ziyao finally looked straight at Zhu Jiuyin: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Jiuyin continued: "According to your painting method, if your grandfather can't come to the rescue, you may really have to live a hundred years old, and then be buried in the back garden of Prince Rui's Mansion."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin said with a smile: "The epitaph says: This person can change his life against the sky, and spend his whole life just to let the person who should have the destiny to enjoy everything forcefully leave a trace of regret in his life. Brackets, the Jade Emperor will renew his life." Three times failed to get him to create a decent painting, backbrackets."

"..."

Zhang Ziyao curled his lips to show that he didn't care about this cheap dragon. He picked up the rice paper by himself, and lightly tapped it with a dragon brush. On the drawing paper, a bird drawn with simple lines came from a branch. One side of the head jumped to the other.

Zhang Ziyao asked: "How?"

Zhu Jiuyin asked back: "What'how'?"

Zhang Ziyao pursed his lips: "This Cui..."

Zhu Jiuyin interrupted him and said, "Isn't it a skinny duck?"

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin rolled up her sleeves and pouted her lips, saying, "I'm suddenly hungry. For dinner, would you like a piece of skin duck for supper? I don't mind if I can't eat it. Dirty, but after a long time without touching it, it is strangely nostalgic..."

"Shut up, please." Zhang Ziyao said with a headache.

Zhu Jiuyin closed his mouth, and Zhang Ziyao went to the basin to wash his hands and face, then arranged his hair and clothes, and left without looking back after saying, "Stay well and watch the house", leaving Zhu Jiu behind. Yin stayed in the picture scroll, and the room was quiet for a few seconds. The man in the picture scroll was stunned and called, "Little idiot?"

no respond.

"Little idiot?"

Call again.

Still no response.

It seems that he was really angry and ran away?The man in the painting raised his hand and scratched his chin. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly raised his eyebrows as if remembering something: "Ah, yes..."

"Did he agree to the piece of skin duck just mentioned?" Zhu Jiuyin played with his fingers, "I am serious."

……

When Zhang Ziyao came outside the house, he realized that the servant who had just delivered the message hadn't gone far but was waiting in the courtyard. Seeing Zhang Ziyao coming out, he showed a happy expression, and quickly led Zhang Ziyao the way.

After going through the nine-turn corridor and countless courtyards, Zhang Ziyao felt that the Seventh Prince was worthy of being the beloved son of today's emperor. In this imperial city where every inch of land is expensive, he lived in such a big house alone, and he didn't know that there were so many study rooms, bedrooms, and study rooms. Wufang, can he use it?

Zhang Ziyao was distracted, when he passed a porch, he suddenly heard a beautiful voice of a woman singing from a distance.In the night, Yelai flowers bloomed just right, and the rich fragrance of flowers filled the courtyard. The singing sound seemed to blend perfectly into the fragrance of flowers, full of heavy sadness.

"The feathers of the mayfly, the clothes are beautiful. The worry of the heart, I return. The wings of the mayfly, pick the clothes. The worry of the heart, I return to the rest. The mayfly digs, the sackcloth is like snow..."

Zhang Ziyao forgot that there was a distinguished person waiting for him in the front hall, so he couldn't help but stop, looked in the direction of the singing, vaguely recognized that the singing seemed to be heard in the lotus pond during the day, After a while, he naturally asked the servant leading the way: "Is the one singing in the courtyard next door, Miss Xue Wu or Fang Fei?"

The servant leaned down slightly, and said respectfully: "Sir, I'm afraid he is from another place, and he is not familiar with the singers in our imperial city. In fact, this song does not belong to Xue Wu or Fang Fei. The girl Xue Wu's voice is clear and crisp, like a branch." Miss Fangfei focuses on mellow and sensual, her voice is like tears, like a nightingale under the moon... Although the voice of the diva singing "Ephemera" is mellow, it is slightly magnetic, and it is not the singing voice that is sought after by musicians nowadays."

Zhang Ziyao was stunned, as if he didn't expect that any servant who led the way in the palace would have higher artistic attainments than himself, while secretly rejoicing that he would be laughed at if he didn't bring Zhu Jiuyin, he touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: " A layman listens to the excitement, but I think the sound is very nice."

"Sir, that's what you said." The servant smiled, "The opera troupe invited by the lord to celebrate the holy birthday is naturally the best, even if it's not just Xuewu Fangfei who opens his voice to play ordinary troupes Li is also responsible for the facade."

Zhang Ziyao didn't like to listen to these babblings on weekdays. He always felt that they were very hypocritical. After listening to a few more sentences, thinking about not wasting time, he asked the little brother to continue leading the way.

After arriving in the front hall, I was delayed for a while, and found that King Rui had already sat and waited. He didn't move his chopsticks first, but just took a pot of warm wine and drank alone. The king thought it was someone who didn't want to have dinner with my apprentice."

Zhang Ziyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "My lord, don't make fun of the grass-roots people. Those earlier today were all misunderstandings. Please, my lord, don't care about the grass-roots people."

For some reason, Lou Hen liked to see the helpless expression of the young man in front of him when he was in a hurry, but now he suppressed the urge to continue teasing, led Zhang Ziyao to the table, and waved away the others together with Bu Cai's servants. When only he and Zhang Ziyao were left at the table, Lou Hen put down his glass and looked at him slightly: "Why are you here so late?"

Zhang Ziyao subconsciously turned his head to look at him, such a close distance allowed him to clearly see King Rui's slightly raised eyes, he was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously thought: Ah, this prince with both civil and military skills actually has peach blossom eyes.

Power, wealth, appearance, knowledge, martial arts, all the things that men in the world yearn for seem to be concentrated on such a person, and everything is top-notch, as if God created a man with a partial preference. Yes, really enviable.

Zhang Ziyao walked away for a while, and after a while, he realized that the person in front of him was asking him a question, so he quickly settled down and said: "Today, after entering the wing room, I was busy thinking about how to restore the "Light of the Emerald Lake" for the prince. Hand ink stains are really difficult to be elegant, after receiving the invitation, I hurriedly washed and changed clothes, and then..."

"It's quite grand," Lou Hen smiled, "It's my lord's honor."

ah?What?Zhang Ziyao's head was full of confusion, so he could only smirk along.

"It took so long to change the clothes, presumably because I was afraid that the folds on the clothes would hit my eyes, so I ironed them by the way?"

"..."

Zhang Ziyao's smile disappeared from his lips, and he knew in his heart that he might not be able to eat this meal - he just got out of the dragon's mouth, and now he is sending himself to the tiger's mouth again, three sentences Not far from the run, but those beautiful peach blossom eyes still seem to be full of interest.

Zhang Ziyao sighed ten thousand times in his heart, bowed slightly, and replied: "When I came here, I heard a girl from an opera troupe singing "Mayfly" in a courtyard. I have never met a diva and opera singer with such a good singing voice in the remote place of Caomin. , I couldn't help but stop and listen for a while..."

""Mayfly"? "Mayfly's Feather, Beautiful Clothes" that one?"

Zhang Ziyao nodded.

Lou Hen didn't seem to care much, he picked up a piece of stir-fried vegetarian lotus root with his chopsticks and put it in Zhang Ziyao's bowl, before the other party expressed his thanks with panic, he lazily said, "Zihu will sing."

Zhang Ziyao's panic turned into surprise when he reached the tip of his mouth, and he also forgot the honor of "my lord will bring me food" which is really going to be engraved on the epitaph. Or Fang Fei?"

"Content." Lou Hen said, "Xue Wu and Fang Fei passed the selection for the first time today, and they should be happy in their hearts. How could they sing a sad song like "Mayfly" in the moonlight? So the singers are naturally other people who have not been selected for the time being; Furthermore, the words in the Book of Songs are inseparable from the gorgeous clothes, so it can be seen that the singer believes that his downfall should be related to not owning the rich clothes like Xuewu Fangfei..."

"This is absurd," Zhang Ziyao swallowed the piece of lotus root indiscriminately under Lou Hen's urging eyes, and then put down his chopsticks, "Your Highness is obviously blindfolded today..."

Zhang Ziyao stopped in the middle of his words.

It suddenly occurred to me that even a servant of the palace could immediately recognize the singer from the voice as Xue Wu or Fang Fei, so even if Lou Hen was blindfolded...

"It's just a gimmick," Lou Hen saw that Zhang Ziyao seemed to have guessed it, and he smiled, "Whether I am blindfolded or not, the ones standing in front of my father can only be Xue Wu or Fang Fei. When the day comes out, but It's just to let other people lose with a convincing reason... Well, Zihu is smart, so he guessed the reason just like that, what a pity, what a pity."

That's what he said, but there was no element of "it's a pity" in his voice.

Zhang Ziyao was confused when he heard it, so he asked boldly: "Why did the prince say that?"

"Xue Wu opened her voice at the age of ten, and became famous in the imperial city at the age of 12; Fang Fei opened her voice at the age of nine, and won the title of "No. All over the country, there are countless treasures presented by princes, nobles, and bureaucrats. Among them, the most precious and even life-like things for opera singers and singers are the outfits on them. You probably don’t know, Xue Wutou The emerald feather crown on the top is enough to replace three mansions in the imperial city and a street of shops in the downtown area. It is said that it is a treasure that flowed out of the palace a hundred years ago. Favorably."

The more Zhang Ziyao listened, the more startled he became, and in the end he could only stare blankly with his mouth open—he knew more or less the technique of emerald emerald, which is to take off the brightly colored back feathers from the kingfishers, arrange them in order and decorate them on the ground. Jewelry and precious metals are used as color fillings. According to the different parts of the kingfisher’s body, the color of the dot emerald is also different. If you arrange it according to the order of the outline of the jewelry, the color of the finished dot emerald jewelry can be lifelike...

There is a saying that the color of Diancui pieces will not fade for a hundred years.

And because those back feathers are all taken from living kingfishers, the method is cruel, but somehow it has become more and more the object of people's pursuit. About a hundred years ago, the production of Diancui pieces reached its peak, and peerless masterpieces emerged one after another... until recent years Some poets, students, and even court officials said that this kind of "art" of taking human life is contrary to morality and ethics, and the craftsmanship of Diancui gradually disappeared. Do not speak the same language as the past.

Originally, he thought Zhang Zixiao's picture of chickens playing in the water was enough to be unscrupulous enough to change a house, but he didn't expect that there are even more unscrupulous people in this world!

Just a feather crown!

He didn't even look up at it during the day, and if he tried to recall it by force, he could say at most three words: blue!

That girl has three houses on her head! !sink or not? !