Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

If he is a woman?

Zheng Zhao was stopped by Chun Niang. He walked back to the desk, closed his eyes and thought carefully, and found that many things would be different.

If he was a woman, his grandfather would have forced his father to accept the side concubine earlier, and his mother, who was suffering so much, might have passed away at that time.

If he was a woman, his father would make a marriage for her, and his grandfather would not take him by his side after the accident.

If he was a woman, my uncle would probably pack him up and throw him outside the Great Wall to get married. He would not be imprisoned/imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum, but under house arrest in marriage.

After getting married... He paused the hand holding the pen, opened his eyes and looked at the girl in palace costume on the scroll, then rubbed it and threw it into the wastebasket.Don't complain about the wind and frost, I am cold at this age.

Seeing that he was silent, Chun Niang got up and put the sketch of the donkey eating into the silk vat, and asked another question: "Cousin, shall we go back tomorrow?"

She actually didn't want to get his answer, because she already knew in her heart that he would end up as a woman.

The two of them changed places, and he might be fighting wits and courage in Duke Qing's mansion, after all fighting with others is a lot of fun, while he would be reduced to mud and dust in Gaoyang Tower.

"I'm not in a hurry to go back." Zheng Zhao washed off the remaining ink in the lotus leaf brush wash, "We haven't tasted the special product of Ma Liushan, Panshan sitting ground fruit."

"What is the fruit sitting on the ground in the winding mountain, it is the sea scorpion." Lu Yuncong walked in the door profusely, "Did you really not lie to me, Luan Ying? Then I walked along the ancient tunnel in the back mountain, let alone the figure , not even a monkey shadow."

Zheng Zhao hung the pens back to the ivory pen stand one by one, and asked, "Brother You, have you found Xiaoshimen?"

"Little Shimen is easy to find, but that female Taoist priest is hard to find." Lu Yun turned his back and washed his face at Chun Niang, "At first I thought that the female Taoist priest would always go back, so I stayed there and waited for her. I didn't wait for anything. You also know that I act in a hurry. If I couldn't wait, I walked a long circle along the mountain, but I found nothing. Maybe I was late, and the female Taoist priest returned home not long after you left. "

"Maybe she is avoiding you." Chun Niang picked up the pen and washer and was about to go out and pour the water.

"It's indeed possible." Lu Yun looked back at Chun Niang from drying his face, and seeing the water in the half-filled brush washer was crystal clear, he couldn't help admiring, "The water in the brush washer is rarely dirty. The mastery of Hemo has come to this point, it must be clean and refreshing with the pen, and the shade is appropriate. I don’t know what masterpiece it is, can Brother Yu be lucky enough to have a look?"

Zheng Zhao shook his head and said, "There's no such thing as a good work. I just chatted with Chun Niang and just scribbled on paper."

"The game made by Luanying is also a masterpiece. There is still a piece of orchid seal in Brother Yu's house." Lu Yuncong walked to Zheng Zhao's side, smiled and said, "I heard that Luanying is both excellent in calligraphy and painting. Yingying didn't reward me with a single painting, and when I returned to Wuxi, Brother Yu said that he met Zheng Luanying and lived with him for a few days, they would never believe it."

Zheng Zhao could only take out the sketch of the donkey eating from the silk vat, wrote the postscript, stamped it with the seal of "Cang Yan Luo Zhao Jian", and gave the painting to Lu Yuncong.

Lu Yuncong took the painting, admired it again and again, looked at it again and again, and said: "It is said that the paintings of the world are written by the two gentlemen from the north and the south of Hangzhou. When I see Luanying's paintings today, I know that there will be blues in the future."

There are two giants in the calligraphy and painting circles of Daliang, Chen Chuang, Mr. Nanzhi, and Dong Baozhu, Mr. Beiyuan.They are three years apart in age, and both belong to Hangzhou.Both of them were very intelligent when they were young and had long been famous, so they knew each other.

The teenagers took part in the imperial examination together, and one failed the first and the other won the exam. Although their official careers were different, they had a close friendship, wrote many letters, and kept in touch with each other.In their later years, the two retired together and called themselves Mr. Nanbei.

Few but holding hands, long and shoulder-length, encompassing and conjoining, magnets connected, for more than sixty years, there is no inconsistency.The mountains and forests are like a tripod, standing side by side in the world.

Zheng Zhao had seen their paintings, and he said with a smile: "Lanying hopes that you can live up to what you said today."

Lu Yuncong said: "The two gentlemen both believe that calligraphy and painting have the same origin, especially Mr. Nanzhi's painting of ink and plum blossoms is magnificent from ancient to modern times, and the chaotic fireflies and red plums are already dazzling all over the world. If you go to Hangzhou, you must visit them."

"That's exactly what I mean." Zheng Zhao nodded and said.

The two of them chatted about the characters in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, from Su Zhikai who traveled with chess and chess to Kou Niang who was sailing in Qinhuai.Talking with Lu Yuncong, Zheng Zhao felt that the number of people he wanted to meet in the places he wanted to go was constantly increasing.

The tea was added one after another, until it was late at night, Lu Yuncong said, "I'm sorry that Luanying didn't come to Xishan Academy to look for me when I arrived in Wuxi."

Entering the alcove in the third watch of the ancient temple, Zheng Zhao was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he hummed softly, "I'll definitely bother you then."

After finishing speaking, the two fell asleep.

At dawn, Lu Yuncong opened his eyes and yawned, waking up much earlier than usual.He turned his head and saw the sleepy young man beside him, so he got up lightly, preparing to play a set of Wu Qinxi in the courtyard, and then went to the back mountain to find a female Taoist priest as early as possible.

When passing by the book case, he caught a glimpse of a crumpled painting in the wastebasket from the corner of the eye, and Lu Yuncong raised his eyes to Zheng Zhao, who knew nothing, couldn't help but retrieve the painting from the wastebasket, put it in his sleeve and took it out of the guest room.

"An elegant thief is not a thief, an elegant thief is not a thief..." Lu Yuncong muttered as he walked into the yard.He unfolded the painting against the sunlight, his pupils slightly dilated, and he was startled.

This is a picture of a lady, in which a woman in palace attire lives in a wealthy township with carved beams and painted buildings, but she frowns and bows her head, her eyes are sad.She held a pair of dragon and phoenix wedding bracelets, which seemed to be taken out of a box full of lotus lilies on the table, and she hesitated to put them on her wrists.

A woman in palace costume... Almost instantly, Lu Yuncong remembered the rumors in Beijing.Could it be that Zheng Luanying really communicated with Princess Chaoyang secretly about the song?His hands trembled, the rumors were true, and he had evidence in his hand, so he wanted to share it with his friends!

Calm, Lu Yuncong let out a breath, looked down at the picture carefully, and couldn't help frowning as he looked at it, his eyebrows seemed familiar.

Is it Alcoholic?For a moment, he thought of the beauties in men's clothing in the room, who seemed to have a bit of a look.

I heard that Zheng Luanying left Beijing for the first time because of Chun Niang, the two were childhood sweethearts, but fate got them and they were separated halfway.When we meet again, one is the prince of the palace, a young scholar, and the other is already living on Firework Lane.The story is tortuous and beautiful, and the process is extremely sad and sad. Fortunately, the ending is happy, and the team has already turned this incident into a play for several times.

Lu Yuncong sighed and closed the scroll.

Wait, halfway through the scroll, he froze. If Chun Niang acted like this, dimples would definitely appear on her cheeks, but the woman in the painting did not.

The eyebrows of the woman in the painting are...

Lu Yuncong hid the painting scroll in his sleeve, turned around and walked into the guest room, tiptoedly sent the wastebasket to the monk, stuffed it into the pile of wastebaskets, then packed his luggage, left a book, and went down the mountain non-stop.Then I found a painting shop in the city, added money and carried the painting to the ferry, and then went to Wuxi by boat.

What kind of female Taoist is not a female Taoist? In his arms is a self-portrait of Zheng Luanying, and it is a self-portrait in women's clothing.This is a masterpiece, even more valuable than his paintings of flowers, plants, trees and stones, it should be kept for his son's secret collection!

At least wait until Zheng Luanying's death before showing this painting to the world.

Xinghua Temple, the guest house is green.

Zheng Zhao didn't get up until noon, and he looked around casually.It was found that Lu Yun was never there, and the last letter was placed on the desk.Opening the letter, it was Lu Yuncong's letter, saying that there was an urgent matter at home, so he left without saying goodbye, please forgive him.

"Wuxi has something urgent to report to this mountain temple?" Chun Niang brought Su Zhai to Zheng Zhao, "Don't just steal something and leave."

Zheng Zhao picked up the spoon and was satisfied with the porridge.

"Brother You teaches at Xishan Academy. He comes from a prominent family and loves elegance. He is definitely not a thief. Moreover, when we went up the mountain, we only brought a change of clothes and my stationery, which are all worthless things."

"That's not certain." Chun Niang shook her head and said, "Teacher at Xishan Academy, who came from a prominent family? Even his last name is his own. Cousin, don't trust anyone."

Zheng Zhao took a sip of porridge.

"No, Brother You has a free and easy manner, a calm speech, and a wide range of knowledge. I can still see these."

"Cousin, don't be too conclusive for the time being, I'd better find something missing." Chun Niang said as she took an inventory of the utensils one by one in the guest room, and after a while, she frowned suspiciously, "Hey, the seal is here, the ink cartridge and inkstone The box is also there, and there are quite a few jade pendants with hooks, hairpins and tassels, are they really not thieves?"

"We don't have anything worth stealing." Zheng Zhao's heart skipped a beat after he finished speaking, and he looked around as if he was lost. His eyes stopped at the desk, and the wastebasket was gone. "Did the monk come over this morning?"

Chun Niang followed his gaze to look at the empty ground, thought carefully and said: "It doesn't seem to come."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhao got up and walked to the monk's room, Chun Niang hurriedly followed behind him.When they arrived at the monk's room, Zheng Zhao asked, "Excuse me, did you come here this morning to collect the wastebasket?"

The monk said: "Let me think about it... I took it, I just sent it to the kitchen."

"Thank you." Zheng Zhao nodded, turned and walked to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the Huotou monk took a piece of paper and threw it into the firewood pile under the stove, where there were already some black ashes.When Chun Niang saw her, she said to Zheng Zhao, "It should be burnt out, cousin, don't worry, no one will steal the waste paper."

That portrait is really...Zheng Zhao felt so embarrassed, he had better burn it, and it was gone.

Remembering this matter, Zheng Zhao was a little dull on the way back from the kitchen to the guest house, Chun Niang tried her best to tease him with a few laughing stories from her memory.

"You two sons, come back!"

Zhao Xiaofeng was standing in front of their room in maid's clothes, his eyes were like autumn waters.

The time, place and dress were all wrong, Jin Niang looked at her in surprise, and asked: "Why is Miss Zhao here? Are you here to see us?"

Zhao Xiaofeng looked at Zheng Zhao, and said in a soft voice: "Xiaofeng is going home, I want to ask if you would like to come..." She blushed a little, and said softly, "Come to the door..."

Zheng Zhao was in a low mood, and after hearing a few words clearly, he said, "I'll come to visit some other day."

"It's not a visit, it's a mention..." Before Zhao Xiaofeng could finish speaking, Chun Niang interrupted her.

"Miss Zhao." Chun Niang looked at her with a bad face, "We will go to mourn Sister Ling when the time comes, so there is no need to remind her again."

Who asks you to mourn her!Zhao Xiaofeng gritted her silver teeth, could it be that such a handsome young man is really her concubine, like a flower stuck in cow dung, what a waste of everything!

"Ling Jie died young, her beauty is high..."

"She's a yellow-faced woman! She's not good-looking at all! She's not as good-looking as I am!"

The author has something to say: the art market has entered a stage of structural adjustment. This season is the season with the fewest auctions worth 3 million yuan since the era of 7883 million yuan. Yuan Kuo stepped into the [-] million yuan club, setting a new record for the highest price of his paintings, as well as the highest price record for calligraphy and painting auctions in the past ten years.

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