dragon pen

The carriage had just gone a few miles, and Zhang Ziyao wanted the driver to turn around and ask him to throw a certain scroll home that he accidentally "dropped" on the carriage.

Zhang Ziyao didn't expect this.

However, what made him even more unexpected was that he was forced to revisit this idea as often as a cup of tea, revisiting the whole journey until a few days later the carriage stepped into the gate of the capital, "I want to go home The impulse to put the scroll back on the bookshelf and pretend that I never took it down finally turned into "let's burn it so that the rest will not harm my descendants".

"Zhang Ziyao, the capital is here! Hey! Don't sleep, you'll be a dead fish! You bastard, hang up this gentleman. I want to see if the work of the kneader on the street is still hundreds of times like this gentleman's." It’s as refined as the ones I saw years ago.”

"..."

"If it's not as flexible as his grandfather's skills, then the kneader's skills can also disappear from this world."

"..."

"It's the same as the painter in Dream Painter."

"To shut up."

"..."

Zhu Jiuyin looked down on Zhang Ziyao's small-bellied temperament. He clearly said that he didn't want to be that Lao Shizi's dream painter and was not happy to be a painter, but he couldn't hear people saying that he was not good at painting skills. As soon as he said it, he turned his face.

"If you don't listen to the advice of others, you will never make progress."

At night, in the superior room of a certain inn, the picture scroll hanging on the wall said so.

For this magical picture scroll that can speak and utter the words of life, the young man pretends that he is blind, deaf, and hears nothing. He floats calmly in front of the picture scroll with a basin of footwashing water, and comes to the bedside. He picked up his trousers and sat down, slowly putting his feet into the hot water while his face was flushed with heat.

Tomorrow I will see the prince, and the only thing the country people can think of is to take a bath, soak their feet, tidy up their appearance, and carefully choose a new dress... Grandpa was a person who had met the saint back then, and I heard that he was neither humble nor overbearing in front of the emperor, He was deeply loved by the late emperor, and now that I am a descendant of the Zhang family, I must not lose it...

no no no!Now is the time to think about this!

Zhang Ziyao shook his head violently, and stared at his hot pink feet earnestly for a while, and at the same time heard the picture scroll not far away saying: "I'm so envious, I want to soak my feet too."

"You only have claws." Zhang Ziyao replied subconsciously.

"I'm so envious, I also want to soak my claws."

started again.

Zhang Ziyao's eyelids twitched.

"I don't know when a good-for-nothing dreamer will be able to draw the claws and toes for me..."

Zhang Ziyao took a pillow beside him and threw it at the picture scroll. The person in the picture scroll fell off the pine branch because of avoiding it, and at the same time, the whole picture scroll hanging on the wall shook!

Zhu Jiuyin, who fell behind the rocks, got up, looking very angry, and said: "You little idiot, you don't know how to make progress, but you can't listen to a word of persuasion. In time, even if you reach the sky, you will be fine." I am only worthy of drawing a basin of footwashing water for this gentleman!"

Zhang Ziyao sneered, ignored Lai Pilong, just continued to be a deaf person, thought for a while, in order not to listen to the dragon, and said something, he simply found something to do for himself, and put it on the side of the couch I picked up the book I was reading and read it. The name of the book is "Guide to the Accident of the Dream Painter·Dianlong Pen".

Zhang Ziyao doesn't like to do anything else, he just loves to read, and now he is flipping the pages of the book while muttering——

"Accident [-]: A person who holds a dragon brush must be upright, free-spirited, and not greedy or thoughtful, so he can become an adult. If one day the painting is unfortunately owned by a neighbor and is accused of stealing, in this case, the drawing paper should be destroyed quickly Return the thing, deny it to death... Well, not this."

"Accident [-]: A person holding a dragon pen should act upright and sit upright, and dare to act bravely. If the thing drawn hurts others, he should compensate the victim for the loss according to the court law at that time, not less than one cent... ...well, not this one either."

"Accident [-]: Those who hold a dragon brush must not hurt people's lives. If anyone hurts people's lives, they will break the pen and break the relationship. Neijun is not allowed to be used by dream painters... Wow, it's so serious, does killing a dragon count?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "I heard it."

Zhang Ziyao clicked his mouth, without raising his head, he turned over the page of the small book in his hand, and glanced at it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he heard a soft splash accompanied by a splash of water in the footbath. The booklet was raised a little higher and the voice was raised: "Those who hold a dragon pen, although they pay attention to professional integrity and the way to make money, but because everything in the world pays attention to a 'destiny', the depth of fate between the things they paint and the ultimate owner is the same as painting dreams. It has nothing to do with the craftsman. Therefore, if the scroll is sold for more than three weeks, if there is a problem, it will not be refunded or exchanged, and after-sales service will not be accepted, please Haihan."

"Okay, okay! It really is a proud body! Respectable!" There was a "pop" applause from the scroll, "You memorize this sentence, and tell the prince of the capital exactly like this, and then do the same. If you don’t, you can save it for a while and tell the Lord Yan who asked you why you died so young.”

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "I know such a person who burns with pride in his bones."

Zhang Ziyao raised his head, feeling that Lai Pilong was about to say something nice again, and as expected, he lazily added in the next second: "The grass on the grave should be two meters high now, if I can be released before the Qingming Festival next year , and even sweep his grave.”

Zhang Ziyao stared at Zhu Jiuyin for a while, then threw the "Accident Guide" behind him as if extremely frustrated for a long time, picked up his wet feet from the water that had cooled down a long time ago, and shook them in mid-air, while others fell on the ground He hung his head on the bed and said dejectedly: "Sure enough, I can only borrow a kingfisher fake spirit from the prince to make peace!"

Zhu Jiuyin asked strangely: "Isn't this something that has been decided long ago? What are you sighing for?"

Zhang Ziyao said: "You don't understand, that's the prince of the dynasty! I haven't seen such a big scene. Maybe he has seen the "Feng Qi Wu Tong" painted by my grandfather back then. Such a person may know the true spirit painting The difference from the fake spirit painting, what if he insists on me returning him a real spirit kingfisher!"

Zhu Jiuyin: "Whoever swore before that he was the one who drew Bi Fang's true spirit, even a kingfisher."

Zhang Ziyao frantically said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhu Jiuyin frowned and said: "Don't yell, people will think what's wrong with me when they hear it, I'm not good at Longyang."

Zhang Ziyao threw the last pillow in his hand towards the picture scroll on the wall. Zhu Jiuyin no longer avoided it this time, but rolled up his sleeves and said, "You are really hard to serve."

Zhang Ziyao raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you serving me?"

Zhujiu Yinyin: "You have been taken care of by me along the way, in order to thank me, go to the palace tomorrow and bring the picture scroll."

Zhang Ziyao was taken aback: "Why should I take you?"

Zhujiuyin: "I have long heard that there are many beauties in the palace, and now there is a famous troupe living in the mansion. The troupe's plays don't care about money, and listening to a song is hard to find! Know why this troupe Is it so famous? Tsk, you little idiot must not know, it’s not all because there are so many roles in the theater troupe, and each of them is a piece of meat that other theater troupes can’t grab! Especially this year when he is twenty-eight The one named Fang Fei, she is like a fish falling into a wild goose, a moon is ashamed of a flower, and what is even more rare is that when her voice is bright, she is an oriole in the daytime, a nightingale in the moonlight..."

"Wait, where do you go to inquire so much gossip when you stay in the picture scroll all day?" Zhang Ziyao was a little confused.

"It's a paper dragon, but I'm still a dragon, a real dragon!" Zhu Jiuyin rolled his eyes, "Just say whether you want to take me with you or not."

"Bring it, why not?" Zhang Ziyao jumped out of bed, picked up the pillow, and said with a smile, "If you can't draw the kingfisher when the time comes, I'll put you in front of the prince: the kingfisher is gone, but the real dragon is." One, it has a built-in nagging function. I said that I didn’t stop it for an hour, and when I was in a good mood, I could scratch his belly to ensure that the reaction was happier than a puppy whose belly was scratched..."

"Zhang Ziyao, you are presumptuous!"

Zhang Ziyao picked up the pillow and yawned, "Sleep."

After saying that, he turned around and extinguished the candle, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness. Zhang Ziyao made a "creaking" sound when he climbed onto the bed. At the same time, he heard a certain paper dragon muttering something in the scroll behind him. Weird girl names like "Xiao Fangfei" and "Xiao Xuewu"...

Zhang Ziyao lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Little idiot."

"..."

"Little idiot?"

"..."

"Little idiot, why don't you take off your clothes when you sleep?"

"Please, shut up."

……

Of course Zhang Ziyao didn't sleep well the next night, and of course it wasn't entirely because Zhu Jiuyin was too noisy - Zhang Ziyao still couldn't think of a perfect solution to the prince's painting, so he couldn't sleep all night.

Another reason was that Zhang Ziyao had grown up in a small town all his life, and the biggest official he had ever met was the county magistrate. Now that a guy with no buffer was about to meet the prince, he felt very flustered.

That's the prince!

What about the relatives of the emperor!

Although he knew what he looked like, the prince definitely didn't care about it, but Zhang Ziyao got up early the next morning, washed his face and hands seriously, and combed his hair again in front of the mirror. After combing... everything was done, changed clothes, and then went back to the mirror to look left and right, for fear of missing something and bumping into the prince.

When Zhang Ziyao brought his face closer to the bronze mirror and wanted to see if the hot acne that had appeared on his forehead two days ago had disappeared, he heard Zhu Jiuyin coolly say behind him: "Have you seen enough? Do you want to get infected again?" A red lip?"

"..."

Early in the morning, the birds got up to peck the worms, and the dragon also got up to block the eyes.