The servants who were resting outside the pavilion immediately started moving. They took down several wooden boards and wooden frames from the carriage, carried them into the pavilion and assembled them. In just a while, they built a long table, and then there were more people.
We brought pens, ink, paper, inkstones, water cups, paperweights, etc., and everything was ready.
After Kong Baishu waited for everything to be arranged neatly, he smiled and waved his hand in an inviting gesture: "I wonder who comes first?"
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. No scholar in the world dares to claim that Lao Tzu is the first in knowledge. When encountering this kind of thing, he will naturally be humble. No one is willing to come up to paint first, and Kong Baishu doesn't care. Anyway, he is a social worker.
He should be the one to take the lead.
The pavilion was not spacious. After placing the arrangements, the servants stepped back, including Dark Green, and returned to his carriage. Xu Zizhen yawned and slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the pavilion, and used his arms to
Touching Dark Green: "Hey, little Jasmine, where did that idiot Kong come from?"
Dark Green smiled: "You are really annoying. My name is Dark Green, not Little Jasmine, and Mr. Kong is not called Bai either... That Bai one, he is the only son of Mr. Kong who stayed behind in Jiangnan East Road, Kong Qilin."
He is also a son of an official. No wonder he is the president of this kind of company. Xu Zizhen secretly disdained him and asked: "Standing behind? What kind of official is that? Is it higher than our Lord Wen?"
Dark Green shook his head and said: "It's different. Our Lord is a civil servant, while Liu Bei is a military attache. If we really want to talk about it, we, Sir, are higher. However, Liu Bei belongs directly to the Privy Council. Even we, Sir, cannot easily command him."
"Oh?" Xu Zizhen was stunned. Aren't all the soldiers on Jiangnan East Road under the control of Wen Chengyan? Why is there anyone left behind? He does know what the Privy Council means. It is similar to the Central Military Commission in his time, directly under the Privy Council. Then
Just looking at his status, he is more awesome than Magistrate Wen.
Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind. The thieves he had caught several times who robbed beauties all had traces of being soldiers. However, Magistrate Wen always seemed to avoid talking about this topic. Could it be that Mao Ni was responsible for this?
On this person?
However, Liubei, a little detective like him, could investigate at will. Soon he stopped thinking about it. Magistrate Wen told him not to talk about it. He probably had his own plans, or he didn't want to go there at all.
After checking, why should I take the risk?
Thinking of this, he stopped delving into it. Although the little maid, Dark Green, was still young, she had a sweet and naughty smile, and she was also a beautiful woman. The autumn wind blew hard, and Xu Zizhen was so cold that he felt flustered. He simply stopped taking a nap and started chatting with Dark Green, such as
Wen Xian's age, height, measurements, etc.
However, Dark Green remained tight-lipped and after asking a few more questions, she stared at him as if to guard against thieves. Xu Zizhen had no choice but to shut up, ran to the side and picked up a pile of dead branches, lit a fire to keep warm, and took the opportunity to have some free time.
I didn't have time to peek at Wen Xian and Hu Qing in the pavilion.
Well, these two girls have good figures. Miss Wen doesn’t know what to eat to grow her body, but she is so big, and in this era without breast cups, she doesn’t have any sagging. The same goes for Hu Qing, who has a perky butt.
Oh... Tsk, he is a martial arts practitioner after all, obedient... Huh? Why does my old man's nose feel a little hot?
In the pavilion, they are working on their own creations in full swing. Kong Baishu has already finished. Now Gu Zhongchen and Wen Xian are facing each other and sitting on one side of the long table. Gu Zhongchen is standing upright like a pine back like a javelin, holding a pen in one hand and swinging it freely. Xu Zizhen glances at it from a distance.
At one glance, I couldn't help but secretly applaud. The demeanor of Jiangnan's most talented man was indeed different.
Wen Xian, on the other hand, held her sleeve with her left hand, closed her eyes slightly and meditated for a moment before she started to draw. Her demeanor was calm, graceful, and elegant, and she looked like a lady. Even though Xu Zizhen was not very attracted to this arrogant girl, he was impressed by her appearance -
—It would be nice to have her greet me at the door when I get married.
Gu and Wen came down to the Hu Chang brother and sister. What surprised Xu Zizhen was that Hu Qing also painted seriously. Although he couldn't see how good his painting skills were, his posture was that he came from a scholarly family.
Furthermore, the trio of Zhang Ling and several other members of the Deyun Club came over to take away the paintings they had made in advance. They all had different brush strokes and different painting times. In comparison, Gu Zhongchen and Wen Xian were the fastest.
Yes, Zhang Ling and the few members who were the last to take action were the slowest. After nearly two hours in total, Xu Zizhen's eyes were sore from peeking in, and everyone in the pavilion started to write.
Several servants hung up all the paintings, each facing the inside of the pavilion, forming a circle, just like a tent surrounded by scrolls. The scholars who came to watch were far away from each other, and they were all anxious.
I had to jump on my feet and wanted to squeeze over to take a look but I didn't dare.
When Xu Zizhen saw their appearance, he couldn't help but laugh secretly: None of these guys have left their names in history, and they can't tell what they are famous for, so why are they so enthusiastic?
Several people all stood in front of the paintings, looking at each one one by one, exclaiming from time to time, and occasionally commenting one or two, but they all said good things rather than bad. Xu Zizhen felt contempt in his heart. What he couldn't stand the most was this kind of interaction.
It was an act of flattery. He rolled his eyes and stood up and walked over. He stood outside the pavilion and looked at the paintings.
Hu Chang painted an ink rockery, with a pheasant resting on the mountain. Although his character was not very good, he was born in Juren after all, and his painting skills were somewhat skillful; Hu Qing painted an eagle with its wings spread.
Soaring in the sky, with smooth lines and vigorous brushstrokes, Xu Zizhen was surprised that a girl like her could draw such a work; Gu Zhongchen painted a landscape, a stretch of green mountains, a quiet river, and a small boat on the river.
He is a fisherman, and it must be said that his family has a long history, and he obviously has very deep skills.
Wen Xian's paintings made Xu Zizhen's eyes shine. He originally thought that Wen Xian would paint a picture of a lady or a pastoral scene, but he didn't expect that she actually painted the Great Wall of China, with the majesty and majesty hidden in the endless mountains.
The ancient Great Wall, a small ink painting vividly outlines the great rivers and mountains of China.
When Xu Zizhen turned to look at Kong Baishu's painting, he couldn't help but be startled. The painting showed a beautiful and dignified woman holding a round fan in her hand. She was looking at a cluster of roses not far away from the window. The flowers and the woman complemented each other, adding a touch of elegance.
Beautiful, but Xu Zizhen almost laughed out loud. Isn't this Hu Qing's girl? With her temperament of wielding swords and guns, I really can't imagine what she looks like sitting there dressed like this and pretending to be a literary young man.
As expected, Hu Qing jumped up when he saw the painting: "Kong Xiaoer, what do you mean by painting me like this? Are you mocking me?"
Kong Baishu didn't expect that the flattery would hit the horse's feet, and he felt embarrassed for a while. He forced a smile and said: "Qing'er, I... this is just imagination..."
"Hmph! Can you imagine me looking like a lady? What's wrong with practicing martial arts? Is it worth making fun of me like this?"
Kong Baishu felt that he couldn't argue and couldn't explain clearly. He was full of grievance and anger and had nowhere to vent. Suddenly he saw Xu Zizhen snickering outside the pavilion, and he was instantly furious.
Next to him, Hu Chang looked carefully. He rolled his eyes and smiled at Xu Zizhen: "Why is Brother Xu alone outside the pavilion? How can this painting gathering lack a talent like Brother Xu?"
Kong Baishu didn't know the details of Xu Zizhen, but looking at his attire, he didn't believe that he had any talent at all. He just thought that Gu Zhongchen and the others had suffered losses in other areas. After hearing Hu Chang's words, he immediately followed and said: "Exactly, exactly.
Mr. Xu, please come in, and I hope you will be able to teach me!" He said, turning sideways to reveal the long table.
Xu Zizhen sneered secretly: Hu Chang knows that poetry can't impress me, so he wants to regain his place in painting? Okay! I have your wish!
He wanted to think so, but he deliberately put on a look of fear and uneasiness on his face, waving his hands repeatedly and saying: "No, no, no, I'll just go outside and take a look. I really don't like painting..."
At this time, Gu Zhongchen also came over and said seriously and respectfully: "Zhongchen is brave enough to ask Mr. Xu for advice."
Wen Xian did not talk about Xu Zizhen with Magistrate Wen after she returned to Suzhou, so until now she still doesn't know why Gu Zhongchen admires him so much, and she doesn't know whether he is talented or not, so she just stood aside and watched without saying a word.
"This..." Xu Zizhen's stomach hurt from laughing, but there was a look of embarrassment on his face. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since Mr. Gu kindly invites me, I will show my shame, but you are not allowed to laugh at me for a while.
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Kong Baishu and others stepped out of the way and gave the long table to him. Gu Zhongchen even stepped forward to polish the ink for Xu Zizhen. This scene made everyone startled again. When did Gu Zhongchen, a great talent, have ever been willing to give ink to Xu Zizhen?
Is it about other people grinding ink?
Xu Zizhen was not polite. He walked up and chose a pen. He grabbed the top of the pen with his tiger claws. Everyone around him was stunned. How could anyone hold a pen like this? Xu Zizhen seemed to feel awkward himself. He flipped his hand and put the pen down again.
He stopped and said with a smile: "Forget it, I can't use a brush."
Everyone was in an uproar. The great talent Gu Zhongchen said couldn't use a brush? Kong Baishu and Hu Chang's eyes flashed with joy. It turns out that this guy can't draw, and he made a fool of himself.
Xu Zizhen didn't care what they thought, he picked up the piece of paper and turned around and left the pavilion. Gu Zhongchen was stunned and shouted: "Mr. Xu! You..."
Xu Zizhen ignored him and returned to the fire next to the carriage, pulled out a piece of charcoal that had lost its heat, turned around and said with a smile: "I'll just use this." After saying this, he didn't go to the pavilion and stayed on the spot.
He sat down, spread the paper on the shaft of the carriage, thought for a moment, and started drawing with charcoal.
The people present had never seen anyone paint with charcoal before, and they were all surprised. They saw that he was moving freely with charcoal, and he was walking on the paper in a smooth manner. They were so far away that they couldn't see anything he painted.
Only the dark green man next to him gradually widened his eyes, and his small mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg.
Not long after, Xu Zizhen stood up, threw away the piece of charcoal with his backhand, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay!"
Before the servant came over, Mo Lu grabbed the painting first, held it in front of Wen Xian with both hands, and said with excitement: "Miss, look!"
Wen Xian took it over doubtfully. She was struck by lightning at a glance. She was stunned. She saw that it was her own portrait on the paper. She was looking back into the distance. There was a touch of melancholy in her eyes. The whole portrait was as fresh as life.
The lines are clear and soft, and apart from the lack of color, it is simply a replica of myself.
And there is a poem in the blank space on the right side of the painting, also written with charcoal, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, but it is a font she has never seen before - Meet without saying a word, a hibiscus with autumn rain. A small blush, slanting The servant girl's heart is as bright as a phoenix. When the general calls her, she is afraid of being seen. If she wants to express her deep feelings, she turns around and knocks on the jade hairpin.
The signature is Xu Zizhen, Suzhou.
"This!" Wen Xian was completely shocked and couldn't help herself. Is this really a painting by a deceitful disciple?