Chapter six hundred and eighty-eighth capital fire
The people in the capital love to watch the excitement, especially the literati.
The news that Li Xiuyuan painted a picture of a real dragon on the painting table by the lake did not need to be spread deliberately. It was just a casual discussion. Everyone who traveled during the Lantern Festival had heard about it, and the interested literati naturally chanted
I no longer had the right mood to read the poem, so I came directly to take a look.
When they arrived, they discovered that the place was already surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.
After a few more inquiries, they all related to the fact that Li Xiuyuan's paintings can communicate with gods.
The rich and powerful businessmen were asking around and expressed their willingness to pay a lot of money for the painting, hoping that Li Xiuyuan would be willing to paint one.
Some people are also discussing who Li Xiuyuan is in the capital?
But after some discussion, someone also revealed Li Xiuyuan's identity. They knew that he was the governor of Yangzhou and that he was in Beijing to report on his duties. They also knew that he was the man who put an end to the Nine Mountain Kings rebellion last year.
But at this moment, Li Xiuyuan didn't know this.
He just finished the painting of the sleeping dragon, dried the ink, and gave it to Zhao Jing: "Third Prince, the painting of the real dragon has been completed, but now it should be more appropriately called the painting of the sleeping dragon. It is best to keep this painting out of sight.
It shows that although the real dragon is sleeping soundly, he has already achieved spiritual enlightenment after all. If he hadn't been there that day,
Be careful if you wake it up, the sleeping dragon may run away."
"Is that so? Then I have to keep it carefully." Zhao Jing said in shock.
Zhu Qian, who was on the side, stroked his beard and sighed, "Painting can communicate with the gods, and make the false come true. Today I finally have an eye-opener. I have no regrets in being able to see such painting skills in this life."
"Master Zhu's words are serious. They are just some trivial skills for entertainment. It doesn't matter." Li Xiuyuan shook his head slightly.
No matter how good his paintings are, what's the use?
It can neither govern the country nor clean up the world. It is really just a picture of fun. Even if the painting can communicate with the gods, the things drawn can never be compared to the real thing. If you draw a dragon, it can really become a real dragon.
If so, then the real dragon in this world is worthless.
Zhu Qian shook his head slightly and said: "This kind of skill has surpassed that of Zhang Sengyou, Yan Liben, and Wu Daozi. Now all those calligraphers and painters have passed away. You are the only one today. Once your reputation spreads, you will be the Song Dynasty."
The first painter, enough to establish a sect and leave a lasting legacy in Qing Dynasty
Name for future generations to pass on."
"This is no longer a trivial skill."
Isn’t fame what scholars pursue?
And Li Xiuyuan can reach the level that all scholars dream of by relying on his painting skills. How can this not make people sigh?
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Preaching the gospel through calligraphy and painting can only be regarded as a small way. It can't compare with the Neo-Confucianism taught by Zhu Sage to educate all people."
Neo-Confucianism?
As the grandson of Zhu Shengren, Zhu Qian was not happy when he heard these words. Instead, he looked a little disappointed and his eyes dimmed, as if the two words Neo-Confucianism touched some kind of inner pain.
"Third Prince, since Young Master Li's painting of a sleeping dragon is not within the scope of the review, it is already getting late now. Why not ask the remaining scholars to send the paintings over and allow me to comment on them one or two so that I can make a selection?
First to wrap up today’s review.”
Suddenly, he turned around and said.
Zhao Jing patted his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I almost forgot about this."
Because of the quarrel between Li Xiuyuan and Qin Yong, what was originally a competition for rich paintings turned into a display of his personal painting skills, which somewhat violated the original intention.
"But with Mr. Li in front of me, I'm afraid whoever wins the first place will feel deeply ashamed." Zhao Jing shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that no one in the entire Song Dynasty can match Mr. Li's painting skills.
There is no one."
"Painting skills that are close to magic are not considered painting skills and cannot be accepted by the world." Li Xiuyuan said: "Third Prince, please continue to take charge. I look at the sky and it is a little late, so it is not good to stay here for a long time, so as not to
It influenced the third prince's daughter to ask for a painting, so I left now."
"What do Mr. Li mean by this? You and I feel like old friends when we see each other. How can we just leave as soon as we see each other? As soon as this matter is over today, I will give a good banquet to Mr. Li to thank Mr. Li for the gift of the painting. Please also
Mr. Li, please don't shirk." Zhao Jing said sincerely.
When Li Xiuyuan was about to evade.
Suddenly, he saw a red reflection on the surface of Longyin Lake. The red light shone over and enveloped the entire pedestrians by the lake.
It's just that everyone was watching him paint before, so they didn't pay too much attention.
"Um?"
Li Xiuyuan frowned. He looked over there and couldn't help but point to the other side of Longyin Lake and said, "Third Prince, there is a red light there and there is a noise coming from there. Is there a fire?"
Zhao Jing thought that Li Xiuyuan deliberately changed the subject. He glanced at it and was about to smile and say it was okay. But when he saw the red light in the sky, his expression suddenly changed: "It seems that there is indeed a fire. Go, go."
Go to the south of the city and see what’s going on there.”
"Yes, Third Prince." The guard responded, immediately clasped his fists and left.
At this time, everyone was talking a lot.
"It couldn't really be a fire, right? Oh my God, such a huge fire lit up the night."
"If there really is a fire, the intensity of the fire is not simple. I'm afraid several streets will suffer."
"There is a fire. I saw someone running this way before. Look, look, someone ran to Longyin Lake in panic to get water. They are going to put out the fire."
When they discussed it, they all exclaimed when they realized what was going on.
When a fire breaks out in the capital, no matter whether it is scholars, officials, dignitaries, or traders, they are as afraid as tigers.
Because fire is ruthless, no one can guarantee that the fire will not burn their home.
After a while, the guard ran over and said loudly: "Third Prince, it's not good, there is a fire in the south of the city, and it has burned to the west of the city. The fire is at least ten times bigger than last time, and the six gate agents are still missing on patrol."
The soldiers and General Yasha are leading their men to put out the fire."
"It's really a fire. It's not good. My home is in the south of the city."
"My wife and children will be fine."
"Quick, go and have a look."
Everyone's expressions changed with fear, and they ran towards the south of the city.
For a time, the people and animals watching the excitement dispersed.
Even those whose homes have not been burned by the fire must rush back to protect their families, lest it is too late when the fire comes.
The panic of the people also intensified the panic of the people.
Zhao Jing was already looking anxious at this time: 'Here, how many houses in the capital have been burned by such a big fire? Why is this good person like this?'
"Brother Li, the escort agency you live in is in the south of the city. It won't be burned down too." Suddenly, Zhang Bangchang reminded him.
"It's possible."
Li Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed, feeling that this matter was a bit strange.
The fire came suddenly and so quickly that it was obviously impossible for the fire to start accidentally.
Moreover, I live in the south of the city, and the fire burned in the south of the city. Is there any connection between this?
"Everyone, I think today's Shangyuan Festival can only end here. The fire is ruthless. Everyone should go back to check on the safety of their loved ones at home. I will also go to the south of the city to see what the situation is. We will gather again after the matter subsides.
." Li Xiuyuan said.
Zhao Jing immediately said: "I have a thousand-mile horse to give to Mr. Li."
"I accept the Third Prince's kindness, but I already have a mount, so it's hard for me to win over others." Li Xiuyuan took out a somewhat old scroll.
When you open it and take a look, you will see a dragon and horse leaping out of the paper, lifelike and like a living creature.
"This is it." Zhao Jing was surprised.
Zhu Qian immediately saw the seal in a corner of the ancient painting and said immediately: "This is Zhang Sengyao's authentic work, the picture of dragon and horse."
But before he finished speaking, the dragon horse on top of the dragon horse picture jumped out, landed on the ground, and transformed into a tall, mighty, and extraordinary handsome dragon horse.
"Zhang Sengyao's dragon and horse picture is actually alive." Zhu Qian's eyes narrowed.
If Li Xiuyuan can make paintings channel spirits, he can think that it is just a skill that is close to magic. But the same is true for Zhang Sengyao's authentic paintings. Then he has to admit that this kind of painting skills that channel spirits does exist in the world, and it is not.
Only Li Xiuyuan has reached this point, perhaps from ancient times to
Many people have achieved it today.
It's just that the world doesn't accept it and thinks it's too absurd, so it can't be spread.