He studied under Lu Dongxin, and his master was the world-famous ink painter Qiunai, whose peaches and plums are everywhere in the world. Tai Zicang's uncles, brothers, and nephews are also everywhere in the world.
In addition to them, Tai Zicang also has many old friends, so during holidays, there are forty or fifty letters exchanged between them.
The paintings and letters written by each other were all treasured by Tai Zicang in this studio. They were considered to be his lifelong treasures. Now, they have been torn to pieces, trampled on, snatched away and stolen...
After Tai Zicang woke up on the soft couch, he opened his mouth and saw a mouthful of thick blood.
Gao Licheng stood outside the door with his hands behind his hands, his face cold.
The government guards who ransacked the house didn't know what mistake they had made. They stood under the eaves and did not dare to move again.
The gentlemen who accompanied him back could not persuade Tai Zicang. He stumbled and got off the couch, trying to crawl back to the studio.
Gao Licheng did not stop him and turned sideways to make way for Tai Zicang.
Tai Zicang was already thin. He has been living in the school during this period and has become even thinner than before. However, he was frozen all night last night and contracted the wind and cold. His whole body has no energy at all. He is thin and weak, like an empty rope.
bamboo.
Entering the studio, Tai Zicang's knees softened and he knelt down crying.
Seeing that there were still many intact paintings that had not been completely smashed, the gentlemen advised him to cheer up and save as much as possible.
"Those things that were destroyed can't be saved, and my Qingyuan can't come back!" Tai Zicang howled, "Why is this happening? What did I do wrong? Why should I, Tai Zicang, be guilty!!"
There was a surge of blood, and he coughed and vomited another mouthful of blood.
Blood sprayed on the ground, almost touching a painting that fell on the ground.
A gentleman with quick eyesight and quick hands stepped forward to pick up the painting.
Tai Zicang looked up and saw "Misty Rain and Black Clothes Alley".
"That's my master's painting," Tai Zicang murmured, "it's my master's third disciple."
"The paintings are really good," the gentleman who picked up the paintings said gently. "Look, those paintings are also good. You have to cheer up and let's pick them up again."
Tai Zicang didn't know what he was thinking of, but he looked straight at the painting "Misty Rain and Black Clothes Alley".
"Mr. Zicang?"
"In "Misty Rain and Crow Clothes Alley", my third uncle's surname is Tang." Tai Zicang suddenly felt hatred in his heart, "Yes, I can ask her to help me."
"What?"
"I'm going to seek refuge with her!" Tai Zicang said in a low voice, "No, I'm going to find him! Find him, and then find her!"
Gentlemen, you look at me and I look at you. I don’t know what Tai Zicang is talking about.
Some people were worried that he would go crazy and said uneasily: "Brother Zicang, don't do this..."
A cold wind blew outside, and Tai Zicang's thin body shivered, but his eyes became firm and powerful, and he glared at the portrait.
With a weak force like his, dealing with these officers and soldiers would be like a small tree shaking a tree, but fortunately, he still knew powerful people who could help him.
Tai Zicang clenched his fists hard.
My wife, just wait and I will avenge you!
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It snowed heavily in Youzhou and the southern part of the Central Plains for many days, but the first snow in Hengxiang did not come until the beginning of winter.
A carriage slowly stopped in front of Ning'an Building. Manager Chu personally held an umbrella to shield the doctor who got off the carriage from the wind and snow.
The young apprentice from the medical center held the medicine box in his hand and trotted after them. When they entered the Ning'an Building, he stopped with something in mind and looked back.
"What's wrong, Jue Ming?" Dr. Zhong asked.
After looking around, the young apprentice muttered: "It feels like someone is watching me."
"There is no one in the snow and ice." Dr. Zhong said, "Come in quickly."
"Yeah." The young apprentice nodded.
There is never a shortage of guests in the lobby of Ning'an Building. In the cold winter, not only are there not many people, but even more people come.
There are often interesting things happening in the lobby. Those who are eager to ship goods and those who are eager to buy goods all come to see Mrs. Zhao, but they chatted and got to know each other there. In the end, they hit it off and signed an agreement on the spot.
In addition to buying and selling goods, those who come to seek refuge, those who work as lobbyists, and those who want to ask Zhao Ning to build relationships, there are all kinds of people.
The young apprentice followed his master through the lobby and met three men on the stairs heading downstairs.
Judging from the joy on their faces, the purpose of the trip must have been agreed upon.
There was a coughing sound from the second floor. It was very loud and the coughing was so hard that it seemed like the lungs were being coughed out.
The young apprentice looked at the master's back and heard the cough, which might be cured.
The study door was ajar. Manager Chu stepped forward and pushed it open: "Madam, Doctor Zhong is here."
The young apprentice quietly looked at the decorations in the room. The floor was covered with a soft velvet carpet, and a whole picture of a crane piercing the clouds was embroidered with gold and silver threads. An earth dragon was burning under the velvet carpet floor, and warm water came and went from the pipes.
The room is warm.
The tables, chairs, large bookcases, screens, ornaments, and lamps in the house are all luxurious and exquisite, with matching colors, mainly red and gold. They have the arrogant and luxurious style of the rich, but also reveal the elegance and elegance in the wealth.
and.
Manager Chu went over to talk, and the young apprentice looked at Mrs. Zhao behind the big nanmu table, and then realized that it was not her who made the coughing sound.
The study room was too big, and Zhao Ning spoke very softly. The young apprentice could not hear what they said, so he saw Manager Chu turning around and leading him and his master away.
Two rooms apart, Manager Chu opened the door. The room was also luxuriously decorated, mainly in a gorgeous and majestic style. A young girl was half leaning on a soft pillow, coughing non-stop. There were two little maids in the room.
Take care of her.
"Yiqiu," Manager Chu walked over and said in a gentle voice, "My wife has invited another doctor."
Yiqiu pinched the handkerchief and looked at the visitor while coughing.
"Manager Chu...ahem..." Yiqiu said hoarsely, "No, please leave me alone."
"That's nonsense," Manager Chu said, looking at Dr. Zhong, "Come on, Dr. Zhong."
The young apprentice was really shocked when he saw her face.
This is not a human face. When you get closer, you can see that it is a skeleton. Only a layer of skin is left on the entire face. The eyes and cheeks are completely sunken. There are thick black circles around the eye sockets. The face is pale and bloodless.
, the lips are so dry and cracked that only wrinkles and peeling thin skin remain.
The young apprentice opened the medicine box and took out a long rope. Steward Chu stopped him and said, "No, my wife said there is no need to use a hanging wire to diagnose the pulse. Doctors do not differentiate between men and women when treating patients."
Doctor Zhong responded and sat down on a stool brought by a little maid.
Another little maid rolled up Yiqiu's sleeves. Her wrists were as withered as firewood and she couldn't squeeze out even a ounce of flesh.
Doctor Zhong put his fingers on her wrist and sighed deeply in his heart.
To be honest, in this situation, there is no need to check her pulse or treat her. It is time to pack things up, prepare for the funeral, and then cook a table of her favorite food, enjoy a few days and hit the road.
The young apprentice looked at the master's hand, then looked at Yiqiu's face. At this moment, he saw something in the corner of his eye. The young apprentice turned to look at the little maid beside him.
There were two maids in total. The taller one was looking down at the carpet in a daze, her eyes a little dazed.
The other one, who is shorter and fatter, is staring closely at Yiqiu's hand.
The young apprentice withdrew his gaze and looked at it quietly with his peripheral vision.
The maid's hands were gently twisted behind her back, and she was trembling slightly.
