Regent, come plant chrysanthemums

The capital and Lingzhou are adjacent to each other, with developed transportation and convenient travel.However, there are so many talented scholars and celebrities in Lingzhou that people from the capital often go to Lingzhou to participate in literary exchanges, and then return by land or water after the participation.

A young scholar sat in the teahouse and sighed leisurely.Recently, he always doesn't think about tea and food, and feels that life is boring.Just because he saw a painting in Hanshan Temple when he went to Lingzhou to participate in the chrysanthemum appreciation last time.The artistic conception of that painting is far-reaching and intriguing, which makes people want to see it again the next day.Later, because there were too many people appreciating paintings, all the chrysanthemum appreciation banquets in Lingzhou became Hanshan painting appreciation feasts, and the abbot of Hanshan Temple had to put away the paintings.

"What a pity." He thought regretfully, why he didn't sell it in the first place.

There was a roar of applause in the lobby of the teahouse, and the ground floor of the teahouse was outsourced by Mr. Wang to hold a painting exhibition. The rewards for this painting competition were very generous.It attracted many lovers of painting and young talents, and Wang Yuanwai invited several famous artists to comment.Some people want to take the opportunity to sell paintings, some people want to show off their talents, in short, a painting is more amazing than a painting.

At this time, a collector took out a masterpiece of contemporary masters, and everyone applauded.

"Ah!"

A sneer sounded from the second floor.

The audience fell silent for a moment.

The young scribe was also taken aback, looking in the direction of the voice.

In front of the fence on the second floor, a burly man with his arms folded looked mockingly at the people downstairs.

"Who are you, why are you laughing at us?"

"What's wrong with the store, they still haven't driven him down."

"What arrogance, if you have a good painting, you should take it out and see, it doesn't look like you have..."

All the people present were self-proclaimed talents, there was a moment of silence, and then everyone shouted and shouted.

"Brother, everyone here is a lover of painting and appreciating paintings. If you have a good painting, you may as well take a look. If you are just making trouble, don't blame Wang for being rude." The organizer of the painting appreciation Wang Yuanwai stood up.

"I don't know much about painting." The person on the second floor said, "But the paintings here are not amazing at first glance, why don't they make people laugh."

Some people downstairs blushed, some people were angry, and the ashamed people felt that what the people on the second floor said was true. Most of the people who would come to participate in the competition were first-rate or second-rate and third-rate. If they were world-renowned talents, who would Come?The angry person pointed to the masterpiece of a famous contemporary artist just now, "This is the work of Song Gong enjoying the rain at Hanshan Temple when he was traveling in Lingzhou. Song Gong's painting is worth a thousand gold. How dare you say his painting is not good?"

"Like I said, I don't know how to paint. But I, who don't know anything, saw a man's paintings and felt that there is no one in the world who can compare to him." The strong man on the second floor said, holding up a scroll in his hand , "As entrusted by others, here is a painting, which one is better and worse, let's take a look."

The young literati felt bored after hearing this, and he is a person who wants to become famous, so he doesn't know if he has this ability, so don't make fun of him.

After the strong man on the second floor finished speaking, he opened the button on the painting and directly hung the painting on the second floor, and the scroll opened like a rattle.

Everyone was waiting to see the painting, thinking about how to criticize it, how to make it worthless, but after seeing the painting, everyone was startled by the sudden appearance of a thick green .

This painting is also about Hanshan Temple, a vermilion temple hidden deep in the green mountains and forests.A simple touch of scenery but ingenious brushwork, leisurely aftertaste.

Although the people present are all first-rate, second-rate and third-rate painters, it does not mean that they have no appreciation for paintings.And the few people who really don't appreciate it are also practically silent in the tone of everyone's amazement.The person who was still holding Song Gong's masterpiece also silently put away the painting, thinking that after the strong man took out the painting, no one would dare to show his own painting to make a fool of himself.

The young scribe loosened his hand, and the teacup fell to the ground. He stood up quickly, swayed a few steps and rushed to the fence, so that he could take a few steps closer to see the painting hanging on the opposite side.This is so similar to the one at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet in Hanshan Temple!No, no, no, it's not like, the strokes of the outline, the notes on which the inscription was drawn, are exactly the same. This painting must have been drawn by the same person. He has looked at the painting for several days, and he can dream of it in his dreams. He will definitely not admit it.

And his sound woke up the silent hall.

"Strong man, tell me the price of this painting." A voice said eagerly.

"Wang Yuanwai, don't compete with the old man, strong man, hurry up and say a price, I will take this painting no matter how much it is." Another voice is bound to win.

When the young scribe heard that it was not good, he quickly turned and went downstairs to join the painting snatchers.

Someone saw the young scholar and said in a daze, "Huh, Song Gong? Why are you here?"

The young scholar calmed down for a while, and while paying attention to the strong man on the second floor, he smiled and said to the humanity next to him, "Come to the teahouse for tea when you have nothing to do."

"Song Gong, are you also for that painting?" A certain celebrity who came down from the private room on the second floor also asked because of the painting.

"Yeah, I don't know when such an amazingly talented person came out in my generation. I'm going to take the painting home to observe and study." You won't rob me, will you?

"It is said that the prince likes the collection of paintings recently." I am going to dedicate it to the master, you will not want to steal the prince's things, right?

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

Not much speculation.

"There is no need to argue, this painting is not for sale." The words of the strong man on the second floor made everyone present feel cold.What do you mean by not selling your paintings on this occasion?Fortunately, the strong man on the second floor likes to talk paragraph by paragraph, "This painting will be hung in this teahouse for three days. After three days, the painter will hold an exhibition and invite people to appreciate it. Just wait."

While talking, the strong man looked at the owner of the teahouse, "Please ask the boss to take care of him for three days, this is the reward." He took out a purse from his sleeve and dropped it on the table in front of the owner of the teahouse very accurately.

The owner of the restaurant picked up the purse, weighed it, and agreed cheerfully.

The strong man's eyes fell on the teahouse, and he turned and left.

"Strong man, please go slowly." Some people chased the strong man, trying to find out where he lived.

Another group of people crowded to the second floor, wanting to take a closer look at the painting, but was hurriedly stopped by the boss who came back to his senses. The teahouse waiter blocked the front, and the boss shouted while protecting the painting, "Don't touch it, don't touch it, everyone Please take your time."

"Hehe." A young man in Tsing Yi sat in the corner next to him, looking at the crowd in front of him, he laughed unkindly.

As the mastermind who disrupted this painting award, he was still gloating. A guard with a knife looked at the cheerful Su He and shook his head. Then he looked at the initiator of the painting award, Wang Yuanwai. Looking at the painting, I don't blame it.

"Young Master Su, it's time to go back after watching the fun." The guard reminded tactfully.If his prince can't find anyone again, he should be in a hurry.

Su He raised his eyebrows, and didn't have the slightest intention to get up, "You think this is enough? It's not over yet!"

This has already hung up the painting, Brother Qingshan is doing things well, what is the follow-up?The guard thought suspiciously.

And there was another person on the table, he looked at the scene in front of him, and thought to himself that he was a master, and he has the ability to make people fall in love with him.

Su He didn't intend to explain anything, he poured a glass to another person at the table, "Qin Mao, I'm going to go back."

After being handed tea, the person who called the roll was stunned, "You want to go back?"

"Yes." After Su He finished speaking, he drank tea calmly.

The guard didn't know what to say, where to go back?Return to the fief for the Chinese New Year?But is it necessary to tell Dr. Qin specifically, Dr. Qin also followed them.

Qin Mao was stunned. Su He mentioned this to him, did he want to take him with him? "I... can I go too?"

"Well." Su He felt that he couldn't give people too much hope, "The journey is quite long, and there are a lot of people to take with him." He didn't know much about the fourth senior brother, but let's take people there first, let's talk about it later , I can't go up the mountain anyway.

"Okay," Qin Mao nodded, "I'll prepare."

The guard was even more confused when he heard that.

There was a commotion in the teahouse for a while, and everyone quieted down, regaining their original demeanor.Sitting in twos and threes in one place orderly, making tea, still discussing the unknown painting with others.

The people at the table next to Su He saw that the three of them hadn't moved from beginning to end, so they couldn't help asking, "Has this little friend seen that painting?"

"I've seen it." Su He nodded.

"Oh? How?"

"That's right, it's unparalleled in the world, and it's unparalleled in the world." Su He boasted.

The guard was silent, did anyone praise him so much?He took a sip of the tea, and the faint fragrance of the tea lingered on his lips and teeth.

Qin Mao smiled embarrassedly.

"Your Excellency is also a person who understands painting." The person at the table next to him immediately found his confidant, and sighed, "I don't know who this painter is, but the word Su Bi is engraved on it. I have never heard of it."

"I'll find out who it is after a while." Su He smiled.

The people at that table didn't think much about it, they just thought it was Su He's words of comfort, and asked again, "My little friend is also here to appreciate the painting?"

"I accompanied the doctor to the street to buy medicine, and I drank some tea here when I was tired from walking." Su He pointed to Qin Mao and said.

It turns out that those who don't know how to paint, the previous remarks are also nonsense.The person at the next table gave Su He a contemptuous look, unwilling to talk to him any more.

Just as he was talking, a person came from the door of the teahouse. The person glanced around, met Su He's eyes, turned his head and said a few words to the boss, and then the boss ordered someone to move a chair and put it in front of the hall.The man crossed his legs and sat in front of the hall, lifted the teacup first, took a sip of tea, and said, "The famous paintings are presented in the famous paintings, whoever deserves the famous works. Everyone who knows the reason, please listen to me carefully. "

"Huh? Isn't this..." Technician Li who has appeared in Beijing recently?Everyone came up with a name in their minds.

Su He looked at the surprised crowd, hooked the corners of his mouth, put down the light tea he had drunk, got up and said, "Let's go."