Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "If it's not on, it's off. If you're not happy, you're naturally concerned!"
Princess Anping had already given him a thumbs up, and the old man on the side smiled and said: "You two young men are really talented and beautiful, and they are a perfect match."
This sentence made Princess Anping so embarrassed that she shook her head in embarrassment and said, "The old man has misunderstood."
Another old woman came up from the side and handed Hu Xiaotian a cloth tiger. She smiled and said: "How could my old man see it wrong? I can tell at a glance that you two are in love with each other and have the same heart."
Hu Xiaotian took the cloth and the tiger laughed dryly, a talented man and a beautiful woman? These old people have great eyesight. At this moment, Princess Anping remembered that Wen Boyuan was still behind her and hurriedly walked forward. After Hu Xiaotian thanked the two old people, he took his
After the prize left, Wen Boyuan's face had turned livid. Of course he heard clearly what the elderly couple just said. He cursed in his heart that these old guys were blind. How could a princess with golden branches and beautiful leaves be married to a cheap eunuch?
What kind of match can be achieved?
Princess Anping deliberately distanced herself from Hu Xiaotian, but she heard Wen Boyuan behind her pointing at a lantern and saying: "Big rows, small rows, cheap price!" He looked at Hu Xiaotian and said: "I guessed this lantern riddle!"
The group of people all looked at him, but Wen Boyuan only looked at Hu Xiaotian and said word by word: "Bloody bones!"
Hu Xiaotian was very happy. This guy was obviously jealous. Seeing Princess Anping treat him so well, this guy was so jealous. Damn you, you are such a bitch. We are a young couple going shopping. You are as big as a light bulb.
At the back, it’s really an eyesore!
Although Wen Boyuan had bad intentions, his guess on the lantern riddle was correct. After all, he had a good family background and was a man of some talents.
Princess Anping was very interested and guessed several lantern riddles one after another and won many prizes.
I don’t know when the snow stopped. The lights were brightly lit in front. There was a scholar in Tsing Yi wearing a tattered robe selling paintings. Although there were a lot of them on the table, it was a pity that no one was interested. In order to attract customers, the scholar spread out his paintings on the table.
Paper, came and splashed ink on the spot.
Princess Anping was also a good painter, and she rarely went out, so she always found everything novel, so she went over to watch it, and saw that the scholar in Tsing Yi had painted a picture of wintersweet. The strokes were bold, and the ink colors were crisscrossed, which gave it some momentum.
It's just that the dots and outlines are not refined enough.
Princess Anping asked Wen Boyuan: "Brother Wen, how do you like this painting?"
Wen Boyuan has specialized in flower and bird painting for many years. He is also a direct disciple of Liu Qingshan, the master of flower and bird painting, and his vision is extraordinary. When Princess Anping asked him his opinion, he smiled calmly and said: "The art of graffiti is limited to this."
Full of disdain.
The young scholar couldn't help but blush when he commented like this. He raised his head and glanced at Wen Boyuan angrily and said, "I think this brother is also someone who knows how to paint. Why don't you paint a picture for me to see."
Wen Boyuan didn't say anything. He actually walked over and took the pen from the scholar's hand. The scholar saw that he really wanted to paint on the spot, so he laid a new piece of rice paper for him. But Wen Boyuan's brush was erratic.
With just a few strokes, a white plum blossom slanted out from the side. An expert would know if it was there as soon as he made a move. Even Long Xiyue couldn't help but secretly praise Wen Boyuan's skill in flower and bird painting. It was not in vain.
The young scholar was speechless when he saw the white plum blossoms painted by Wen Boyuan. He took a closer look and said in a low voice: "This white plum blossom painting has the style of Liu Qingshan and husband Liu. This young man is indeed extraordinary. I am Yang Lingqi."
.Dare you ask Mr. Gao for his surname?"
Wen Boyuan ignored him at all, put the pen on the pen holder, turned around and left, thus expressing his contempt for the scholar. The young scholar was so coldly treated that he was extremely embarrassed.
Princess Anping couldn't bear it. She glanced at Hu Xiaotian. Hu Xiaotian understood her intention, walked over and took a piece of silver and put it on the table. Unexpectedly, the young scholar picked up the silver and handed it back to him and said: "This
Young Master, although I, Yang Lingqi, am poor, I just sell some calligraphy and painting to make a living, and I am not a beggar."
Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "I didn't say you were a beggar. This ingot of silver is just to buy your picture of wintersweet. By the way, your right arm seems to have been injured. It must have had a lot of impact on you." Hu Xiaotian observed carefully.
When Yang Lingqi was painting just now, I noticed that his movements were not natural. When Yang Lingqi returned the money to him, he saw a deep scar on the back of his hand. Although it has healed, the function of his right hand must not be there.
Can fully recover.
Yang Lingqi said: "Let the young master laugh."
Hu Xiaotian pointed to his palm and said, "Can you let me see your hand?".
Yang Lingqi stretched out his hand, but the five fingers of his right hand could not be fully extended. Hu Xiaotian judged that the knife wound on the back of his hand had severed part of the tendon, and his subsequent recovery was not satisfactory, leaving sequelae. Hu Xiaotian turned his attention to
His left hand, Yang Lingqi's left hand, was always hidden in his sleeve. From Hu Xiaotian's eyes, he understood what Hu Xiaotian meant, and said with a calm smile: "My left hand is gone, young master, there is no need to look at it."
Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel sympathy for the young man in front of him. He whispered: "It's not easy for such hands to draw such paintings. I bought this wintersweet picture."
Yang Lingqi said: "I appreciate the kindness of the young master, but..."
Hu Xiaotian put the ingot of silver on the table again, grabbed the picture of wintersweet, turned around and left.
After taking a few steps, Yang Lingqi caught up from behind and said, "Master, please stay!"
Hu Xiaotian stopped, thinking that Yang Lingqi was catching up with him again to pay back the money, but he saw Yang Lingqi holding a painting in his hand and handing it to Hu Xiaotian and said: "Master, if you insist on buying it, this painting is an old work of mine. Master, take it."
Bar."
Hu Xiaotian took the painting and slowly unfolded it. It was a sketch of flowers and birds. On top of the painting were a few bamboo branches and a strange rock. On the rock stood a solitary bird, standing by the water. There were a few fish swimming in the water.
Fish, the composition is ethereal, the pen and ink are refreshing, and the whole picture is full of life and interest. Both the pen and the ink are used to the level of perfection. Hu Xiaotian knew at a glance that this painting was definitely a masterpiece. When he saw the signature on the picture, it read Yang Lingqi
name, I accidentally saw a line of small characters, the ninth day of the first lunar month of the Gengshen year, Ling Qi painted it at his home in Jingming Lane, Qingyun, Xichuan.
Although this painting amazed Hu Xiaotian, it didn't shock him too much. When he saw the signature on it, he discovered that Yang Lingqi actually came from Qingyun County. A feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land came to his heart.
Hu Xiaotian was surprised and said, "Master Yang is from Qingyun County, Xichuan?" But it sounded like Yang Lingqi didn't speak with that accent.
Yang Lingqi said: "My ancestral home is not there, but I lived in Qingyun County, Xichuan."
Hu Xiaotian said: "Mr. Yang, have you ever been to Qingyun Bridge? Have you ever been to Hongyan Tower for dinner?"
When Yang Lingqi heard Hu Xiaotian mentioning that several landmark buildings in Qingyun County were so treasured, he couldn't help but look surprised: "Young Master has also been to Qingyun?"
Hu Xiaotian said to his heart that not only had he been there, I had also served as Qingyun County Magistrate there.
In fact, after Yang Lingqi asked those words, he knew that he was asking too much. If Hu Xiaotian had never been to Qingyun, how could he understand these details so clearly? So he raised his hands and saluted, "Dare you ask Mr. Gao what his name is?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "No need to give your surname Hu."
"It turns out to be Mr. Hu."
At this time, Long Xiyue and others in the distance stopped and looked here. They couldn't figure out why Hu Xiaotian was so interested in this poor scholar. Wen Boyuan was obviously impatient, frowned, and asked Zhan
Peng said: "Go and urge him."
Zhan Peng was about to go over, but Long Xiyue said: "No need to go over." In her opinion, there must be a reason why Hu Xiaotian stopped.
Hu Xiaotian always felt that the name Yang Lingqi was very familiar. He seemed to have heard it mentioned by someone in the past. After carefully searching the memory in his mind, he suddenly remembered that when he first met his second brother Xiao Tianmu in Hongliuzhuang, Xiao Tianmu
Mentioning that there was a Yang County Prime Minister before him who was upright and upright, but was later killed by an adulterer, it seems that his missing son was named after him. Hu Xiaotian's memory is extremely amazing, and he can remember even such small things clearly.
He looked at Yang Lingqi and said in a low voice: "Qingyun County once had a county magistrate, Master Yang. I wonder if Mr. Yang recognizes him?"
When Yang Lingqi heard Hu Xiaotian mention this, the expression on his face became inexplicably surprised. He pursed his lips and suddenly turned around and ran away. He didn't even care about his calligraphy and painting stall. He took two steps and was blocked by someone in front of him.
When he was out of his way, Yang Lingqi almost bumped into the man's chest. When he looked up and saw someone other than Hu Xiaotian, Yang Lingqi said in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Why are you forcing yourself so hard on me?"
Seeing his appearance, Hu Xiaotian already knew that he had guessed his identity. Yang Lingqi had fallen to such a low level and had experienced so much suffering in the world. He sighed and said, "Young master Yang, don't panic. My name is Hu Xiaotian. I once
Take over the position of respected father in Qingyun."
When Yang Lingqi heard Hu Xiaotian's name, he looked at him doubtfully: "You...are you Hu Xiaotian?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded and said: "Yes, I'm here!"
Yang Lingqi's expression became calmer and he said softly: "I have heard your name and know that you are a good official..."
Hu Xiaotian said: "How did Mr. Yang end up in this situation? What changes happened?"
Yang Lingqi sighed and said: "It's a long story." He looked at his calligraphy and painting stall. At this time, someone came over to buy paintings. Yang Lingqi said: "I have to go to work. Mr. Hu, your friends are here too."
Waiting for you."
Hu Xiaotian nodded: "Where does Young Master Yang live now?"
Yang Lingqi did not answer his question directly, but said sadly: "I have been setting up a stall here to sell paintings these days." (To be continued...)
