dragon pen

Zhang Ziyao said "this, this, this" for a long time, thinking that the house is not a house these days, these adults in the imperial city really have something wrong with their brains... But of course he dare not say this in front of the "adult" in front of him, Just watched him have a drink, and said calmly: "So, unless other divas can suddenly conjure up treasures comparable to those on Xue Wu and Fang Fei, otherwise it will be a royal banquet, so naturally it will be shabby. It would not be worthwhile if the people Wang took the trouble to find were made a fuss out of by someone with a heart."

Lou Hen put down his glass and said: "And they may not be inferior to Zihu in singing, although I like Zihu's singing more, but look at her outfit..." Lou Hen waved his hands as if he couldn't bear to mention it again, " The king of clothes can barely provide similar ones, but where can I find similar ones for the emerald feather crown? Not only has there been no improvement in the craftsmanship of Diancui since ancient times, but there are signs of retrogression. In recent years, Diancui The works are almost not at the same level as those made a hundred years ago, these craftsmen..."

"..."

"Ah, sorry, not about you."

"No problem."

Zhang Ziyao had the cheek to accept the apology.

Even if he knew in his heart that this situation was perfectly applicable to Dream Painter.

Zhang Ziyao blinked and asked, "Can't Miss Xuewu and the others borrow it?"

Lou Hen gave him an expression of "Are you stupid?" At the same time, Zhang Ziyao also realized that he seemed to have said something stupid, so he shut his mouth honestly, and then the two of them stopped discussing about those opera singers and singers. Instead, we talked about the restoration of paintings.

At this time, the atmosphere in the front hall was much more relaxed than before. After the previous intensive conversation, Zhang Ziyao's unafraid of death finally eased up, and he stopped being stunned when he spoke, and he could barely answer fluently.Although what made him very ashamed was that the person in front of him seemed to have mistakenly mistook him for the original author of the "Emerald Lake Light". Zhang Ziyao wanted to tell him the truth several times, but he interrupted him in time and used other topics. diverged.

Zhang Ziyao was almost suffocated to death.Borrowing the true spirit of birds and beasts is a great skill to be proud of for Dianlongbi to pass on to others. Zhang Ziyao didn't want to receive this honor for Zhang Zixiao. Ready to carry Zhang Zixiao's back.

When Lou Hen looked at it with great interest and talked about the "Picture of Fengqi Wutong" he saw when he was young, which created his memory of interest in the profession of dream painter, Zhang Ziyao had no room to intervene at all, so he could only While nodding dizzily and saying that he is flattering, he stuffed things into his mouth mechanically.

Zhang Zixiao is the author of "The Emerald Lake Light", so I have to mention it later.

After a meal, Zhang Ziyao's belly was so full that his eyes were almost turned into popeyed goldfish, and his face couldn't show that he was full so as not to be laughed at and starved to death, so he waited for Lou Hen's proposal to move to the courtyard When continuing to enjoy the moon and snacks after dinner, Zhang Ziyao almost thought that the other party was deliberately playing with him with full of malice.

Although Lou Hen just invited him to taste the outstanding works of the most famous pastry chef in the imperial city.

It coincides with the fifteenth day, and the bright moon in the sky is as bright and round as a jade plate.

Zhang Ziyao drank two sips of light wine with him in the front hall before, and he was a little depressed after eating so much. Now that he came to the open place and was blown by the night wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers, he felt much more refreshed. The urge to fall asleep after drinking and eating has also faded a little.

He followed the building traces to a certain garden of the Wangfu, and suddenly saw a flickering yellow light in the corridor of Hunan. About a second later, the advancing team stopped, and the leader leading the way The servant stood in front of Lou Hen reflexively, yelling in a low voice: "Who is walking at night, reckless?"

no answer.

I heard the sound of footsteps that should belong to a woman, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the dim yellow light getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at a place not far from them. Zhang Ziyao raised his head, and saw the approaching person.She was dressed in a plain gauze dress, her hair was long over her hips, her head was simply tied up in a bun with a plain silver hairpin, and she was holding a yellow paper lantern in her hand, on which she was simply outlined with a red pen. There was a red lotus, and the dim yellow light emitted from the lantern, illuminating the face of the visitor.

It is Zihu.

Zihu really belongs to the kind that is not gorgeous. Compared with Xuewu Fangfei's appearance, which is impressive at a glance, she has thin lips and thin eyes, and light makeup, except for her tall nose, which seems to be of alien origin. In addition, although she is considered beautiful, she somehow seems a bit mean, making people feel that the person in front of her is born with a deserted personality and cannot get close.

Seeing Lou Hen now, Zihu was neither surprised nor happy, let alone defending the results of the primary election during the day. He just bowed his knees respectfully and saluted Lou Hen, and then stood at the side of the corridor with his head bowed. , quietly waiting for Lou Hen to leave.

Quiet as a mute.

When Zihu stepped aside, Zhang Ziyao saw a small figure behind her who seemed to follow her and dodged aside in a panic, but at this moment she was not as calm as her master, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the light from the lantern was limited. Zhang Ziyao couldn't see her face clearly, so he could only guess that the child was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and looked like a pure little girl.

At this time, when he ran into Zihu by chance, Lou Hen was neither surprised nor happy, and even looked straight ahead without looking, but just said "hmm" as a response.

Zihu's body pressed down again, but the little girl beside her trembled a little more, and leaned towards Zihu subconsciously.Obviously Louhen hasn't done anything yet, this extremely timid look is quite interesting.

Zhang Ziyao was thinking that there are people who are more timid than himself in the world. At this time, the breeze came, and the plants on both sides of the corridor were rustled. Unusual ink fragrance.

Moxiang?

"what?"

Why is there a scent of ink here?

Zhang Ziyao was slightly stunned. Just as he felt strange and wanted to smell it carefully, the smell disappeared very quickly and dissipated into the fragrance of the flowers in no time. People couldn't help but feel that the moment just now was just an illusion of his own!

Feeling vaguely that something was wrong, Zhang Ziyao frowned slightly and thought carefully. At this moment, Lou Hen had already stepped forward a few meters away. He seemed to realize that the people behind him hadn't followed him. He turned around and looked at Zhang Ziyao silently with his sleeves rolled up.Feeling the probing and urging gazes unabashedly sweeping around him, Zhang Ziyao had no choice but to temporarily put aside his doubts, and quickly followed up with Louhen's pace.

It wasn't until the two of them walked around the corner that the dim yellow light completely disappeared in front of their eyes, Zhang Ziyao stopped turning around every step of the way, rolled up his sleeves, and obediently followed behind Lou Hen.

……

The encounter with Zihu in the corridor seemed to be just a coincidence. About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ziyao and Lou Hen sat down in a very spacious and elegant garden pavilion. All kinds of exquisite pastries were served, and Lou Hen Said: "I'm afraid that even if you have money in your place, you won't be able to taste the authentic craftsmanship of the imperial pastry chefs. Try it and see if it suits your appetite."

In fact, Zhang Ziyao wanted to roll his eyes.

But facing Louhen, he was neither qualified nor able to say "no", so he had to pick up the smallest and most delicate sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuff it into his mouth...

It was really delicious.

It melts in the mouth, with a moderate sweetness. When the soft sugar filling melts on the tip of the tongue, the rich sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance also invades the taste buds...

"But are you okay?"

"very nice."

Lou Hen looked very satisfied with Zhang Ziyao's answer, squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, his expression was like looking at the pet he was feeding: "Use more if you like it, eat slowly, and eat carefully."

Zhang Ziyao couldn't help but picked up the second piece, and was about to put it in his mouth, but he paused, his eyes rolled around in his sockets and asked, "Caomin has something to ask..."

"Just ask."

"If according to what the lord said, Miss Zihu only lost in the clothes, then it would be too aggrieved..."

"Outfit is also a part of strength." Lou Hen seemed to have expected that he would not give up on this topic, and replied calmly.

"How do you explain this?"

Lou Hen put down the small white jade jug in his hand, raised his eyelids and took a look at the young man beside him. Under the moonlight, those black pupils did not know whether it was because of his desire for knowledge or because of his own birth, black and bright like the deep sea The shark pearls that Chinese fishermen have just pulled out from the thousand-year-old mussels, the pupils reflect the moon in the sky, they are clean and free of any false flattery.

Lou Hen laughed softly, narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed out: "You have to be likable too."

Zhang Ziyao was baffled by his smile, he was slightly taken aback and asked, "What?"

"If the women in the flower field are not tender and soft-spoken, and have an unlovable temper, they will naturally not be able to get the rare treasures presented by those high-ranking officials and nobles. So what the hell."

"what?"

"Thousands of money can't buy him joy."

"……what?"

Lou Hen glanced at the inexplicable young man, and changed the topic: "Zihu's song is good, but it has been buried all these years, and even reduced to picking up Xuewu Fangfei's leftover clothes. Is it because of her?" With a cold face all year round, the whole person is like an ice cube..."

"But the prince said that Miss Zihu's song is better than Miss Xuewu's..."

"Elm head."

"..."

Lou Hen didn't seem to think that his chuckle seemed too close.

"Ziyao is really an honest person, but no matter how well she sings, it doesn't matter how well she sings. For them, whether they are the first to sing on the emperor's birthday in the palace may be important enough to affect their prosperity and wealth for the rest of their lives. In other words, they just sat there and listened to a song." Lou Hen lazily said, "Maybe they won't listen carefully, and they'll make some jokes after persuading them to drink, who cares about those subtle differences?"

Lou Hen talked about this meal, and said: "On the contrary, the eyes will be on the person on the stage no matter what, and the dress of the person standing on the stage is much more important than her voice..."

Zhang Ziyao looked at Lou Hen's lips mechanically opening and closing with his eyes open. He didn't know what he was talking about, and a few large characters floated across his mind——

What did he call me just now?

Ziyao?

...Zi Yao.

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