A beautiful article, depicting the beautiful scenery of peach blossoms, leaving Nanyang a name.

Bo Langjun slowly picked up his pen, pondered for a long time, and then let it go with a wave.

Luo Jiaojiao rushed to send the poems and essays of Bo Langjun, who had not yet dried ink, to the table of the Blue-clothed Bachelor.

Kong Zhuo, a scholar in Blue, is a famous scholar in Nanyang. He has read five poems and essays, but he has not read one.

Bo Langjun's poems illuminated his eyes.

"The peaches on the mountain are bright and bright, neither charming nor charming, and the original tree of the mountain is like a peach. There are girls like peaches, beautiful and graceful. They are graceful and colorful, their cheeks like peaches, and their lips like elixirs. The heart is clear and clear, and they do not attract dust... They dance gracefully in the forest, and they spin in front of the petals. The breeze is gently sent, and the ground is full of pink, and I can't bear to step on..."

"Please ask your husband upstairs!"

The Blue-clothed Bachelor showed a look of praise and nodded to Luo Jiaojiao with a look of expectation.

"Wow!"

Luo Jiaojiao was about to lift her feet and ran away when she suddenly realized that she was in Fengyun Pavilion, so she quickly walked to Bo Langjun with her skirt and told him the good news.

In fact, Bo Langjun had already guessed from the expression of the Blue-Clothing Master. He slowly stood up and gave a slight salute to the Blue-Clothing Master, and then took Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu to the second floor from the side ladder.

The upstairs is very quiet and elegant, without a trace of sound.

A dozen men were painting with their breath on their faces. Luo Jiaojiao's eyes were shining when she saw the paintings.

Bo Langjun couldn't help but be moved by it. Then he felt that Nanyang Chunshe was not as artful as he thought.

When Luo Jiaojiao saw that they had painted a lot, she hurriedly pulled Bo Langjun's sleeve to the front of the painting platform.

Bo Langjun touched the silk on the table and shook his head.

"My husband, please follow me!"

A beautiful woman in a simple and elegant dress came over and signaled Bo Langjun to go to the back room with her.

Bo Langjun raised his eyebrows and followed Luo Jiaojiao in.

There are many kinds of silk in the back room, but the woman who claimed to be a good girl said that these would require coins.

Bo Langjun chose fine silk that was easy to paint and absorb color, and asked Luo Jiaojiao to ask Jiang Yu to pay the coins.

Luo Jiaojiao then took Jiang Yu to the back room. She followed Bo Langjun back to the painting stage.

Bo Langjun pressed the four corners of silk with a stone suppression, put the pen in the water and began to ponder.

Bo Langjun knelt on the table and grind the ink gently, and did not dare to come out.

Bo Langjun picked up his pen and painted, and in less than a moment, a sketch of the early spring peach forest and spring scenery appeared on silk.

In the picture, a young lady is wearing flowers and rushing to butterflies, and she is lifelike.

"Mr. Liu!"

A painter stopped the pen in his hand and said to him when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Mr. Liu slowly walked down the ladder, and everyone put down their pens and ink and greeted each other.

Bo Langjun also followed everyone to salute. Luo Jiaojiao saw that although the man had gray hair, his face was full of redness. She wore a purple robe, showing his aristocratic identity.

Mr. Liu waved his hand gently before everyone stood up straight and stood with bare hands.

At this time, about twenty painters were painted in the attic. His eyes never looked at people, but fell directly onto the painting.

"Craftsmanship! Removal!"

Mr. Liu shook his head when he saw a landscape painting.

The author of the painting went downstairs with his painting dejectedly.

"The pen is not strong enough! Retreat!"

"Very vile colors! Get out!"

"The ink color is single! Remove!..."

For a moment, about half of the people went down. Mr. Liu finally came to Bo Langjun's painting stage.

"It's broken! The husband just hurriedly drew the sketch, but it has not yet been colored! It must be impossible to pass!"

Luo Jiaojiao thought sadly in her heart.

Bo Langjun was not sure at this time! After all, the painters here are very powerful!

"Okay! Let's go upstairs per person!"

After Liu finished speaking, he took Bo Langjun's sketch and went downstairs.

"Mr. Lang! You're past!"

Luo Jiaojiao was so excited that she was beyond words!

"He must have visited Junshan in Pingcheng!"

When Bo Langjun saw that Mr. Liu was only interested in the painting, he never even looked at him, so he inferred.

"Do you want to go and inquire?"

Jiang Yu bowed and asked Bo Langjun.

"Forget it! We're just passing by here! It's better to have less than more things!"

Bo Langjun watched Liu Gong and his servant's backs disappear on the stairs, and took Luo Jiaojiao and the others to the third floor.

There was only a seat next to the window left on the upper floor. Bo Langjun and the other two walked over gently.

After he sat down, a white-clothed scholar began to twirl the strings.

The sound of the Sanskrit is sudden and the tone is pure.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Confucian scholar.

The Confucian scholars are proficient in their techniques, the piano music is smooth and touching.

Bo Langjun had never heard of this piano music, so he knew that this song must be a new song.

"Gong Langjun's piano music and piano skills are amazing!"

After playing Gong Langjun's song, everyone applauded and congratulated.

"To be honest, this song is not my masterpiece, but the song is composed by my sister!"

Gong Langjun introduced the girls around him to the men.

Gong Xiaoniang's cheeks were slightly rosy and she lowered her eyelids to give a gift to everyone.

“Talented!”

Someone praised the husband.

A beautiful woman with plain hair in green clothes plucked the strings of the piano. Her piano sound was sometimes gentle and sometimes chirping, like birds flying through the stream and the wind blew across the treetops...

"good!"

Applause rose and cheers were heard.

Immediately afterwards, the men and women tweaked the strings one after another, each leading the way.

It was Bo Langjun's turn to play the piano. He pondered for a moment and played the song "Tao Rhyme" composed by Qin Li.

Bo Langjun had unparalleled piano skills, and even Qin Li could not match him, and his skills were shocked.

Luo Jiaojiao saw that everyone was dumbfounded, and immediately smiled like a flower and was overjoyed.

Zhang Jinwen, who was sitting upright listening to the piano, also applauded Bo Langjun.

Only then did Luo Jiaojiao notice that there was a handsome face and agile eyes sitting beside the white Confucian scholar.

Bo Langjun was obsessed with playing the piano music and did not notice that Luo Jiaojiao's eyes looked at Zhang Jinwen.

When Zhang Jinwen saw Luo Jiaojiao staring at him, he saluted her.

Luo Jiaojiao realized that she was a little rude and hurriedly gave her a greeting.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and the lingering sound lingered.

"wonderful!"

Everyone praised Bo Langjun's piano skills.

"Is it possible that Langjun is the zither master in the palace?"

The white-clothed Confucian scholar saw that Bo Langjun's piano skills were extraordinary and had the characteristics of court piano skills, so he bowed and asked.

"My husband is not a piano player!"

Luo Jiaojiao's mouth was quick and blurted out.

"I'm rude, please forgive me! I have something to do, so let's take the lead!"

Bo Langjun stood up and gave a brief salute, then took Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu to leave Fengyun Pavilion in full view of everyone.

"We've watched it too! We've gotten together! Should we set off?"

Bo Langjun got on the carriage and asked Luo Jiaojiao.
To be continued...