Lu Wuya was like guarding a locked treasure box at this moment, but Tong Daguang hesitated to hand him the key, and immediately said impatiently: "Speak quickly, the old man's heart is anxious, that picture of Mount Tai"
The secrets of the brush strokes are revealed, and they are completely different from the times. Tell me, how do you draw?"
Unable to withstand Lu Wuya's shaking and questioning, Tong Guangguang muttered: "I...I...the painting is not a picture of Mount Tai, but...a picture of Xiaoxiang..."
Lu Wuya opened his eyes suddenly and asked: "What? The Xiaoxiang picture? Not the Taishan picture?"
Tong Guangdao nodded vigorously with tears in his eyes. His painting of Xiaoxiang was carefully framed, but the one Lu Wuya pointed out to him didn't even have a scroll, so it was clearly not a painting of Xiaoxiang.
Since that painting has nothing to do with them, they can always forgive themselves.
Tong Guangda was thinking in his heart, who would have known that the next moment, the skinny hand on his chest loosened, his legs went weak, and he fell to the threshold again, rolled his eyes, and lost his breath.
I don’t know how many times I was kicked while I was in a coma.
The farce that happened in the hall quickly diluted the rumors about Lou Qingyi a lot. The topics that people are now talking about are the picture of Mount Tai that Lu Wuya admired so much, and the two pictures of the girl sleeping soundly.
Who is this author?
Lou Qingyi was just not far from the entrance of the hall and had some understanding of what was going on in the hall.
"Miss, miss..." Zi Ling ran over like a little bird flying through the crowd, "It's so funny, hahaha... You haven't seen those four lines of the poem.
It’s ugly and smelly, oh, it’s so laughable.”
The pretty maid who just read out the four lines of limerick is Zi Ling.
Lou Qingyi loves calligraphy and painting, and his bamboo and graphite flower patterns have a clear and distant charm, and his green landscapes have delicate brushwork and elegant colors.
The appearance of the picture of a sleeping girl not only made the painter Lu Wuya crazy, but also aroused great interest in Lou Qingyi.
Due to the previous rumors, it was naturally inconvenient for him to show up in front of everyone, so he asked Zi Ling to observe it at close range and talk to her when he came back.
Unexpectedly, when Zi Ling separated from the crowd and squeezed to the front, the painting had already been put away, and everyone's focus fell on the newly released picture of Mount Tai.
After all, Zi Ling was fifteen or sixteen years old, and was more lively and lively than Xiao Yu'er, so she read out the limerick in front of everyone.
"Have you ever seen the picture of a girl sleeping soundly, and what about the picture of Mount Tai?" Lou Qingyi asked impatiently.
Ziling was still laughing until now. After listening to the young lady's question, she gradually stopped laughing and said: "Miss, I came a step too late. The first painting must have been put away by someone, and the second painting
Well..." After saying that, he lowered his head and twisted the corner of his clothes, "My maid just looked away and smiled, but she didn't look carefully at the picture of Mount Tai."
She suddenly raised her head again, blinked and said: "Miss, if I didn't do my job well, you can punish me."
"However, in my maid's opinion, the lady's painting is naturally better than the picture of Mount Tai. The whole picture of the picture of lakes and mountains in the distance is filled with vast mist, which cascades thousands of miles away. In the middle of the scroll, there is a flat fertile field, and it seems as if it is just around the corner, thousands of miles away.
, and there are shallow barriers in the mountains, where there are cold herons and crows, some are fishing in the river, and some are standing on the bow of a boat. There is also the Yunshan Tibetan Ancient Temple, where visitors can relax and enjoy themselves, at ease with the scenery..."
Zi Ling has been with Lou Qingyi since she was a child. Under the influence of her ears and eyes, she knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Lou Qingyi raised his hand to make a gesture: "You damn girl, it's just that you didn't see it. Where did you get all these rhetoric?" After saying that, he sighed quietly. It seemed that he would be the best in the short term.
I have no chance to see this picture of Mount Tai.
Seeing that Zi Ling still had a smile on her lips, she couldn't help but ask: "Damn girl, it's just a crooked poem that doesn't make sense. Is it that funny?"
It was okay if she didn't ask. When she asked, Ziling started to hold her stomach and laugh again: "Miss, you don't know, that poem...hehehe..." She laughed so hard that she couldn't speak any more.
Lou Qingyi was a little far away, and Zi Ling's voice was not loud, so he didn't fully hear the crooked poem. She was a girl after all, and she was very curious in her heart, so she pretended to be angry: "Are you asking for a beating? You tell me.
Listen, how was the poem written?"
Zi Ling blinked: "Hey, miss, you'd better not let me say it. My stomach hurts when I mention that poem..."
Although her stomach ached from laughing, Zi Ling still shook her head and recited the crooked poem.
"Looking at Mount Tai from a distance, it looks dark and dark. It's thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. Just like turning Mount Tai upside down, it's thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top."
Lou Qingyi chuckled, rolled her eyes cutely, and said angrily: "It's not straight! What kind of poem is this? It's all nonsense, and it's impossible to refute it. Hum, this is
The person who wrote the poem is either an idiot or a scoundrel. How can a normal person write poetry like this? A good picture of Mount Tai was ruined by a crooked poem. It’s a pity, it’s a pity..."
"My maid thinks so too..." Zi Ling covered her head to stop her laughter and said, "Someone just did this and even wrote it on the painting. It's really hilarious..."
Lou Qingyi was so teased by her that she covered her mouth and laughed, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
The previous anger between the master and the servant was somewhat relieved due to a small incident, but there was still an endless debate in the hall about the author of the poem and painting.
The people in charge of the Poetry Society were also called over. They had previously registered the poems and paintings brought by the scholars. After checking the list, they might be able to find the person.
The person in charge is a big fat man, known as Fatty Qian, who is leading a group of subordinates to check nervously.
One of his subordinates flipped through the booklet seven or eight times and shook his head at Fatty Qian with a grimace.
Fatty Qian snatched the booklet with his hands, stretched out his mallet-sized fingers to read through it, and the paper made a clattering sound as he flipped it.
Fatty Qian was so anxious that he was sweating. In order to organize this poetry meeting, he racked his brains in order to serve these literary masters and scholars well. If these guys with pens are satisfied, there will naturally be people
Promote it for him, and I’m afraid this business won’t come to you automatically.
But he had calculated everything, but he didn't expect that a good poem would be disturbed by two unnamed paintings. Just now, the hall was full of curses and attacks, almost tearing the hall apart.
Fatty Qian was unwilling to give in and flipped through the booklet again. There were only names of paintings but no artist.
Not long after, a bookkeeper who was responsible for registering and making books was hurriedly found. After registering, the gentleman thought that he had nothing to do, so he went to a remote place to drink for himself. It was not easy for him to be found.
Found.
When Fatty Qian saw the drunken accountant, he was so angry that he slapped him in the face.
Under the supervision of Fatty Qian, who held a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, Mr. Accountant carefully recalled that these two unsigned paintings should have been brought by a little maid.
He flipped through the booklet and found the page, pointed to the fat man who gave Qian and said: "Shopkeeper Qian, this is it. At that time, the maid brought two painting tubes, one of which was "Autumn Orchid Blossoms", saying it was
The orchid has stamens, strong orchid leaves, and graceful flowers. It is quite interesting that 'emerald plays with orchid, and the appearance is more vivid'..."
This chapter has been completed!