hold this little monk

There is a state banquet on the first night of the Lunar New Year, and those who can enter the palace can easily crush a commoner to death with the name of a minister. Ordinary people without official ranks cannot enter.

But the people in the Ziling Hall are different. Every year, all the teachers and students in the Ziling Hall will paint for the Queen. The Queen will personally select the paintings she likes and bring them back to the bedroom. The selection of paintings is a grand event for the annual state banquet. Therefore, the phrase "Zi Ling Dian connects people" circulated in the officialdom also lies in this.

Those people that ordinary people can't get in touch with, they can see every year in Ziling Palace, especially the painters whose paintings are favored by the Queen, will be drowned by the congratulations from all directions, not to mention the little ones who come to give gifts and flatter every day in the days to come. people.

Whoever is attracted to the painting will become a successful person.

Xiaoxuan has been waiting for such an opportunity. Although the possibility of the new painting boy's painting catching the eyes of the queen is slim, he has to go all out. He chose the most eye-catching and most risky path.

The hairpin maids hold the scrolls in one hand, and more than forty sets of scrolls are unfolded in a swish.

"Ah—" There was an orderly exclamation in the hall.

Xiaoxuan and everyone in Ziling Hall stood by the side of the hall, looking at their reactions, couldn't help laughing. Shi Yang was proud of the excellence of the students, and tried to straighten his back, humming and shaking his beard.

Shi Yang's work has not yet appeared, and that is the real masterpiece.

Xiaoxuan quietly waited for the Queen to come, his fists under his wide sleeves were clenched tightly, his hands were sweating.

Shi Yang glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoxuan, the painting you made is the kind of painting you discussed with me a few months ago?"

"Ah? What?" Xiaoxuan and Shi Yang were not close to each other, but fortunately the drums and sheng were not too loud, so they could only stand and communicate with each other without squinting.

"I said! Are you the one who painted and talked to me about the painting for several months!" Shi Yang cleared his throat, trembling in his old man's voice.

But just at that time, the music reached a small climax, Xiaoxuan could only be speechless for a while.

"I still haven't heard clearly! Teacher, what are you talking about..."

"He asked if your painting was a new type of painting that you had studied with him for two months!" Wei Yi, who was standing in the middle, couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and sent a message to Xiaoxuan viciously.

Xiaoxuan was taken aback by Wei Yi's sudden kindness, and subconsciously said with an excuse: "Oh, yes, you should tell the teacher."

"..." Wei Yi's head burst into veins, and he gritted his teeth, "I'm warning you, don't push my nose on my face, be careful that this young master is angry, you will have a better time."

Xiaoxuan got used to his blowing hair, and casually said: "Don't dare, I don't have that intention..."

Before he could finish his words, suddenly the sound of the pipa of big pearls and small pearls falling on the jade plate accelerated, and the vocals also reached a climax—the empress came down to pick a painting.

His voice was drowned out by the sound of the piano and human voice, Xiaoxuan had no choice but to shut up, and spread his hands to Wei Yi to express his helplessness.

Wei Yi wanted to give him a fierce look, but his mind couldn't wait to fall on the queen, and he couldn't care about him anymore.

This is a banquet for dignified imperial officials and leaders, so it looks like a vegetable market.Xiao Xuan got a headache from the quarrel, and the brothers around him had poked their heads out one by one, waiting for the queen's "adventure", and because of his young age, he couldn't see even standing on tiptoe.

Headache, really headache.Xiaoxuan folded his arms and stood with an indifferent face.

He drew a portrait of the empress. Although sketching portraits was just an introduction, he also spent a lot of thought in order to use black ink to paint black, white and gray tones and draw realistic portraits.

This kind of realistic portrait was unprecedented in Daping, and he didn't know what kind of response it would bring.

Will it be regarded as a soul-eating demon like the camera in the late Qing Dynasty?Will it be regarded as blasphemy to the queen?

Is it to become famous in one fell swoop and rise to the sky, or is it reduced to a foil and no one cares about it?

"This painting." The Queen's eyes stayed on the words in the hands of the last maid. The paintings held by the last maids were often Xintong's words, and few ministers paid attention to them before.

The maid who was noticed was flattered and blushed.

The queen skipped dozens of paintings, and walked straight to the picture she caught in a glance, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The first time she saw this painting, she thought of the child who talked about Zen in front of her half a year ago.At that time, she purposely remained silent, to see if Zhang Xuchuan would leave any available talent, and to her relief, Zhang Xuchuan kept him.

If this painting is still his, then this fate is not ordinary.

The singing and dancing in the imperial palace was full of voices, while the Dakai Temple over there was filled with sandalwood and was cold and quiet.

This is especially true at night, black mixed with sparse stars, except for the deserted silver light of the moonlight and the faint light of fireflies, there is no other luminous thing.Let the fireworks and firecrackers outside, the temple is indifferent.

They are cut off from the world of mortals, so why do they need to celebrate the New Year.

Bi Kong was sweating profusely, and walked alone from the deep path with a wooden sword on his back. He walked through all the paths, stepped on the unmelted white snow, and stepped on the creaking dead wood branches. to the meditation room.

The white damask gifted to him by the empress as a symbol of "shame" was also meticulously tied between his foreheads. He had to practice until he was exhausted every day before he fell asleep with a hardwood pillow and a rough quilt in the middle of the night. The dullness of the day.

You are often strongest when you are alone.

Bi Kongqiang cheered up and finished washing, took off the white silk and folded it next to the pillow, then relaxed, half-closed his eyes and walked behind him.

However, he was poked by a pile of angular things under the rough quilt on his waist, which was no longer tender. Bi Kong jumped up vigilantly, grabbed a wooden sword and picked the quilt away...

There was a neat stack of letter papers in the quilt, and two large characters stood out on each letter.

home book.

Bi Kong held his hand in the air, and the wooden sword dropped to the ground with a dull crashing sound.He hesitated for a while, then slowly picked up the stacks of family letters.

"Am I dreaming?" Bi Kong was holding a stack of letters, he dared not to open it, just like a child who finally got candy, he didn't dare to eat him for a long time, but he kept holding it in his hand, and the candy would come back again. melt.

He took a deep breath, took out the pocket knife hidden in his sleeve, and carefully cut open the envelope. Sheets of thin paper fell out, like pear blossoms falling in winter.

Bi Kong couldn't wait to read it.This is his father's handwriting is correct, but his father was exiled in the north, how could he have the opportunity to deliver the letter, and how did the sender get to Dakai Temple.

"A Ling."

Bi Kong was engrossed in reading, his hands trembled in fright at the voice, he put down the letter and rubbed his eyes, how long has it been since someone called him that?

Was he so homesick that he was hallucinating?

wrong.

Bi Kong put all the letters away and hid them under the pillow, picked up the wooden sword on the ground, looked out the window, and said, "Come in... Uncle."

There were bursts of exclamations in the palace hall like a wave, the Xiaoxuan was blocked by a wall, and even the Queen's hair could not be seen, so I could only guess that the mood in the palace was high at this moment, and it should be the Queen who was choosing paintings.

But it shouldn't be so exciting, just like the young men and uncles who watched the World Cup in the big row back then, they don't look like imperial elites at all.

Xiaoxuan moved two steps, wanting to peek inside the scene from another angle, but suddenly met Zhang Xuchuan's eyes.

Zhang Xuchuan smiled, although he smiled most of the time, but this time there was an unusual meaning in his smile, Zhang Xuchuan looked at him and smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it in one swoop do.

"Could it really be done?" Xiaoxuan's footsteps faltered, and he moved back to his original position.

Sure enough, as soon as he returned to his seat, Wei Yi's face turned ashen, and the other new boys looked pale, and they were embarrassed to choose between Wei Yi and Xiaoxuan.

"You wait for me!" Wei Yi's chest rose and fell, and he was very angry.

Xiaoxuan giggled: "If you told me to wait, I'll just wait. Don't I lose face?"

Wei Yi: "You!"

Shi Yang rolled his sleeves and gave them both a glance: "Why are you arguing, no one can worry about it!"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing." Xiao Xuan stood up with his eyes on his nose, his nose, his nose and his heart.

The sound of drums, pipa, and guqin became calmer, and the senior brothers in front of Xiaoxuan also showed disappointment, and stood back to their original positions, and one or two of them stared at Xiaoxuan for a while with complicated expressions.

The voice of Wu Zhongqian, the head of the eunuch, came from the hall. His voice was sharper than that of ordinary men, and thicker than that of ordinary eunuchs.

I only heard the voice elongate and spread to the ears of the painters of Ziling Palace on both sides:

"Xuanzi Lingdian's new child Xiaoxuan has an audience—"

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I'll grow up in another chapter~