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Prince Chun didn't like to sit in a sedan chair when he went out. He usually asked an entourage to accompany him and strolled slowly on a snow-maned horse.

Bailuan Yingyue Pavilion stands on a tall building. The first and second floors are all silk reeling and brocade workshops, as if the owner of the pavilion insisted on letting visitors wash their eyes in the sights before going up.

The best Su embroidery and Shu embroidery are spread out on a sandalwood frame, like another form of more vivid and bright painting.

Bai Chun climbed up the steps, and heard a starling call.

"Prince Chun is here?" The old lady leaned on a willow cane, her white hair was tied up in a neat bun, she nodded and said, "Your Highness is here to look for the "Zhu Yun Zhe Threshold Picture", have you heard of the rules?"

"I've heard it. It's only allowed once. If you admit your mistake and want to come again, you have to be punished in public."

Wen Yaofeng's proud and arrogant character, let him be punished in public... It is impossible to stop his rebellious heart.

Bai Chun didn't want to see him lower his stance just for a show and forcefully please the viewers.

He doesn't have much pride left, but he still wants to protect Wen Yaofeng's share more.

Forget it, let the captain go to Chen Xiazi to have fun.

Bai Chun didn't know what to do.

He had limited art education when he was a child, so how could he know the difference between ancient paintings.

Pavilion Master Yingyue nodded slightly, and led him inside.

"Does your lord know what this painting is about?"

"Yeah." Bai Chun said with a low smile, "It fits the occasion."

In the script given by the program group, although there are no rigid line rules, the reference materials listed separately for different characters are very comprehensive.

Wen Yaofeng said that his file folder contains descriptions of soldier symbols and regimes, and his own folder contains high-definition color pictures of calligraphy and painting, as well as detailed background story introductions.

Zhu Yun folded the threshold, at first glance, it sounds like some abstract artistic conception of an ancient painting.

In fact, Zhu Yun is the name of a hard-working person.

"When the Western Han Dynasty became emperor, Zhang Yu, the emperor's master, was the prime minister. He used his power to do evil everywhere. After collecting money, he lost his manners, and his extravagance was known to the world." To file a complaint, but Zhang Yu denied it outright, so Emperor Han Cheng didn't pursue it further."

"At this time, a small official named Zhu Yun stepped forward and denounced the crime in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. Please give me a Shangfang sword to kill the treacherous officials."

The pavilion master paused and asked, "What did Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty say?"

"Emperor Cheng was furious, saying that he violated the law and committed an unpardonable death crime." Bai Chun lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly: "The censors immediately went to arrest him, but Zhu Yun refused to submit, and he clasped his hands on the railing in front of the palace with great strength. It even broke the railing.”

The old man nodded with a smile, showing appreciation, and continued his words: "Zhu Yun laughed out loud at the time and said, 'It is enough for the minister to swim underground from Longpang and Bigan!'."

General Xin Qingji of the left saw this, he took off all the seals and ribbons on the top, kowtowed on the altar and remonstrated again, willing to guarantee it with death.

Emperor Cheng ordered the palace people not to repair the broken railings, and kept them as a warning memorial.

At this point in the story, they have come to the front of thirteen ancient paintings.

The same painting was copied twelve times, and it was placed around the entire hall, making people feel as if they were in too many mirrors.

Bai Chun glanced quickly, and found that these paintings were all real ones hand-painted by a special person, and the smell of ink seemed to be there.

This means that the brushstrokes cannot be exactly the same, and all paintings have countless subtle differences in details.

The old lady didn't let him start to identify the ancient paintings right away, her hands rested on the top of the cane, and her wrinkles trembled slightly when she spoke.

"Prince Chun, what you said earlier is not wrong."

"But do you know the continuation of this story?"

Bai Chun shook his head and apologized: "It's because I didn't learn enough."

"This incident was a turmoil, but Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty still favored Zhang Yu and strongly recommended his children."

"Zhu Yun risked his life to remonstrate directly, and finally returned to his hometown to live idle, and never asked about government affairs again."

"The existence of Zhang Yu has also become a disaster for the Han family and the main cause of Wang Mang's rebellion."

Bai Chun was shocked by this follow-up, subconsciously said: "It's a pity."

"It's a pity that it's just an emotion." The old man turned to look at the thirteen volumes of "Zhu Yun's Folding Threshold Picture", and said slowly: "What did the prince realize?"

Those in power are despicable, but madness is useless.

Bai Chun didn't speak for a while.

He entered the play with half-truths and half-fakes before, and he was able to handle a character like Jiang Taifu with ease, but it was just because he was used to being a role that pretended to be submissive.

Kneeling once, being humiliated once, and no matter how harshly treated and offended afterwards, it seemed that the heart would still accept submission again and again.

But the character of Prince Chun, as well as those persistent and impulsive people in the story, still possess blood and vigor.

When they recognize it, they move forward, and death threats have no effect.

It was as if there was a scorching fire burning in his chest, and he was willing to gamble everything for the fateful bond.

——It was too long for Bai Chun.

Variety shows, cameras, scripts and settings, all can't make him drift away from his mind at this moment.

He lives in the story at the moment and never disappoints any character.

"I've figured it out." Bai Chun laughed, "Let's appreciate the painting."

The old pavilion master stared at him, stepped aside a little: "Have you really thought about it?"

"En." Bai Chun stepped forward, looking at each painting with his hands behind his back: "Thank you for reminding me."

The old man seemed to favor him very much. He sat on a mahogany chair to rest, and said unhurriedly, "Prime Minister Pan came here before a stick of incense."

It doesn't seem to be getting any benefits.

Bai Chun turned around after reading the thirteen volumes, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's not that good." The old man said with a smile, "I didn't receive any punishment for finding the wrong one, so I'm busy with other things."

"I've made up my mind." Bai Chun pointed to the painting on the right: "This is the one."

"Not changed?"

"to not fix."

The old man shook his head: "I picked the wrong one, it's a fake."

Bai Chun stood up and bowed slightly.

"Willing to accept punishment."

The old lady thought for a while, and looked out the window at the crowded downtown.

"You are a son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix, you are noble and pure, and you are followed by thousands of people."

"Would you like to sell it on the street and sing for this painting?"

Singing and dancing in the busy city is nothing to Prince Yao, who has always been unrestrained.

But turning to Lord Chun is a tormenting humiliation.

The young man nods his head, clean as ever.

"I am willing."

He walked downstairs quickly, distanced himself from the old man.

At the same time, under the cover of the stairs, he whispered a few words to his subordinates.

The eunuch Ah Shu was stunned for a moment: "Is this really the case?"

Director, my lord doesn't follow the script here!

"Yes." Bai Chun stretched out his hand and clapped, "Run, hurry up."

"Okay—right away!"

The old lady followed downstairs as the supervisor and did not hear their conversation.

"Is the prince going to receive the punishment now?"

"Well," Bai Chun was in a good mood, stroked his fan and said, "Please show me the way."

At the same time, Wen Yaofeng sat in the restaurant and bought a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine with the pocket money he got from his younger brother.

After the storyteller bowed and stepped down, the guests dispersed one after another, leaving only two or three drunks and a blind man holding an erhu.

The blind man knocked the melon seeds in his hand leisurely, groped to get up against the wall, and staggered to the top of the stands.

Then he patted his long gown, straightened his hat, and set up his posture of playing the erhu.

Wen Yaofeng drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine intently.

He quite likes this kind of traditional music, and he doesn't know how well this guy plays it.

Accompanied by a beautiful start, the blind man's head suddenly sank, froze in the rock style of death metal.

"Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!!!"

Radna is a dead end!

It's more than just playing art, it sounds like you're stomping a duck out of its dying screams.

Wen Yaofeng almost jumped up from the stool, and the eunuch A Fu next to him quickly covered his ears tightly.

"Creak creak!! Creak!! Aw—cheep!!"

Wen Yaofeng also wanted to cover his ears, but was glared at by the blind man.

etc! !Are you not blind! !

He struggled for two seconds and still didn't dare to cover his ears in front of his face. He took a deep breath and continued to listen.

It's not all sharp stabbing sounds, there are also coherent howls and howls, which are painful to hear.

Others play the erhu like a galloping horse with momentum like a rainbow, while Chen Xiazi plays the erhu like a gastroenteritis attack with acute diarrhea.

After squeaking and screaming for almost 4 minutes, the blind man stopped suddenly, looking like a famous master handed down from generation to generation who used the piano as a sword.

"How about it!"

Wen Yaofeng applauded desperately.

"Good! Very good!"

He temporarily recalled the rainbow farts fans blew on him, and said whatever came to his mind.

"It's so good that it makes me turn into a fairy in the same place. The fairy music flutters around the beam for three days, so that I can hear the last person alive before the world is destroyed. It's amazing! Erhu!!"

The blind man frowned and said, "Is it just a boast?"

Wen Yaofeng almost didn't come up in one breath, and felt the pressure of the professional fans at the moment: "The opening and closing movements are very beautiful, and the artistic conception is in place, the strings and the heart are resonating, it is shocking to hear!"

The blind man was not satisfied: "You are fooling people, you have to praise me until I am happy."

……Depend on.

Wen Yaofeng was flipping through the dictionary to find words in his head, when Ah Fu, who had slipped out at some point, leaned over and said, "Prince, Your Highness Chun... he is going to perform in the street."

Wen Yaofeng was startled suddenly: "Didn't he go to see calligraphy and painting?"

"I was watching," Ah Fu said helplessly, "Isn't this a mistake and a punishment?"

"Already singing?"

"Not yet, I have to drink some water and take a break, and wait for them to beat the gong to call people, maybe 15 minutes later."

Wen Yaofeng slapped his thigh: "Let's finish the matter here quickly and coax the master until he is happy."

He probably had an idea in his mind at the moment. Although he was messing around, it might work.

Speaking of which...Bai Chun wore a fairy air and went there to sing and dance. When he thought about it, he felt like a little feather was tickling his heart.

When Blind Chen heard the word master, he stroked his goatee very usefully.

Ah Fu has never read the script of the protagonist, he is a little hesitant: "Why don't you get down to business first..."

"Stop farting." Wen Yaofeng said seriously: "Calling my precious brother is not a serious matter?"