This elegant collection of Lufu Xiyuan flower and tree paintings includes Gu Kaizhi's "Daoyuan Camellia" as the first product, Lu Weirui's "Hanyu Camellia" as the second product, and Chen Caozhi's "Molan Picture" as the third product.
——For the first two, the Wujun painters present were convinced, but they couldn't accept it. Gu, the Lu family was famous and taught by famous teachers, but they couldn't understand the third-grade Chen Caozhi, who was born in a poor family in Qiantang.
, said he was a disciple of the Wei Xie, but he had never heard of it before. Moreover, most painters thought that the painting "Molan Tu" was rough and only had a few leaves. How could it compare to the camellias and plum blossoms they carefully painted?
Hanlan? But Lu Taishou was in charge, and Wei Xie and Zhang Mo were the two famous painters to judge. Although these painters had objections, they only dared to slander or whisper to each other and complain in low voices.
That night, the prefect Lu Na held a banquet for guests in his mansion, and the maid sang "Deer Ming" - "I have guests, the drums, the harp and the sheng... I have the wine, and the guests have music..."
The lights were brightly lit, and the maids and servants were coming and going. The first lady of Wu County, Lu Weirui, who was still young and hair-haired, was looking at the lively scene in the hall from behind the bamboo curtain. Her heart was racing and refused to be quiet. There were wonderful things that she did not dare to think about in detail.
She was afraid that as soon as she thought about that wonderful thing, it would dissipate like the morning mist seeing the sun, so she didn't know exactly what the wonderful thing was. She just felt that her heart was impetuous and happy, and that happiness was like rain on a lotus leaf.
The beads are spinning, crystal clear, round and rotating, gathering and scattering——
After the music was played and the banquet dispersed, there was no trace of the young man who was as good as a jade and a jade. There seemed to be a melodious sound of the recorder lingering in his ears, vaguely beside the stone boat railing and under the camellias.
Lu Weirui was so drunk.
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Although the idiot Gu Kaizhi will not attend the Xiyuan Gathering, he is still very concerned about whether his painting "Taoyuan Mountain Tea" will win the first place. He has been waiting at Zhenqing Taoist Temple since the afternoon. The master of the temple, Taoist Li, knows that he is
Mr. Gu, who was obsessed with painting, prepared dinner and asked for paintings.
Gu Kaizhi said: "I have no intention of painting at this time. If the painting "Taoyuan Mountain Tea" wins the first place in this elegant collection, I will give it to you. If it doesn't win the first place, I will burn it on fire."
Li Daoren said: "It would be a pity to burn it, so I will give it to Xiaodao."
When Gu Kaizhi heard this, he became displeased. He frowned and said, "The Taoist said that I will definitely not be able to get the first place!"
Li Daoren hurriedly said: "Young Master Gu is so talented that he must be number one, he must be number one."
Gu Kaizhi said: "Since I am definitely number one, why should I burn the painting? Why do you think it's a pity?"
Li Daoren was stunned and speechless.
At night, after the banquet at the Lu Mansion was over, Chen Caozhi, Wei Xie, Liu Shangzhi and others took an ox cart out of the city. The two Gu family boys were waiting outside the west gate, trembling all over. When they saw Chen Caozhi and others, they felt like they were seeing a savior.
Teeth chattering, he said: "Mr. Wei, Chen Langjun, Liu Langjun, you are back. My young master has been waiting in the Taoist temple for a long time."
Chen Caozhi smiled and said: "Go and tell your crazy man that he is the first in the collection of paintings."
The two servants ran away, and after a while, they picked out two lanterns from Zhenqing Taoist Temple. Gu Kaizhi strode forward, followed by several servants, and the master of the temple, Taoist Li, also followed behind, saying congratulations repeatedly.
Gu Kaizhi.
Gu Kaizhi came over and bowed to the Wei Xie, and said to Chen Caozhi: "Zizhong, would you like to bring back my "Taoyuan Mountain Tea Picture"? I want to give it to Taoist Li."
Chen Cao said: "All the imported paintings will be left in the Lu Mansion. They will be hung in the county pavilion for three days for the county people to appreciate, and will be returned after three days."
Gu Kaizhi said casually: "Li Daoren, I will send that painting to you in three days."
Liu Shangzhi smiled and said: "Brother Changkang, it is better to give money to people than to give paintings. If you give three thousand five baht to Li Dao people, I guarantee that Li Dao people will be happier."
Gu Kaizhi asked Li Taoist: "Is this true?"
Li Taoist was a relatively simple man and felt that Liu Shangzhi's words were true to his heart. He said with a smile: "If Mr. Gu is willing to give paintings and money, then Xiaodao will be happy."
Gu Kaizhi laughed and said, "Taoist, that's good. I'll bring the paintings and money to the Taoist temple in three days." After that, he got on the bullock cart and headed to Xiaojing Lake with Chen Caozhi and others.
Gu Kaizhi was in high spirits tonight and loudly said that he wanted to recite poems. Liu Shangzhi saw that the situation was not good and dragged Chen Caozhi to Taolin Xiaozhu to prepare to deal with Gu Kaizhi for the whole night and the rest of the night.
When they arrived at Taolin Xiaozhu, Wei Xie felt quite tired and went to rest. Here Gu Kaizhi, Liu Shangzhi, and Chen Caozhi were sitting in the thatched cottage, with the wooden door closed, two braziers burning, and A Lin serving a roasted deer.
Gillian poured the preserved meat into the wine. The fragrance of the meat was elegant and the smell of the wine was fragrant. On this winter night, it made people feel extra warm.
Chen Caozhi and Gu Kaizhi were talking about the Xiyuan Gathering. Gu Kaizhi heard that there were prizes and asked to see what they were.
Chen Caozhi asked Ran Sheng to bring out Gu Kaizhi's prize for first place in the elegant gathering. There were a lot of pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as a painting "Pictures of Little Lieutenants" by Cai Ju of the later Han Dynasty.
Gu Kaizhi looked at the exhibition and said happily: "Cai Juwen is famous in history, calligraphy and painting, but the paintings are rarely circulated and are quite rare. Lu Shijun is not stingy." He also asked the second-rank Lu Weirui and the third-rank Chen Cao what was the prize?
Chen Cao said: "Lu Weirui is Zhang Heng's "Picture of Divine Beasts from All Directions", and I am Yang Lu's "Picture of Gao Shi"."
"Ah!" Gu Kaizhi shouted: "I want Zhang Heng's "Picture of Divine Beasts from Eight Directions". "Picture of Divine Beasts from Eight Directions" is rarer than "Picture of Small Lieutenants". I just want to learn from Zhang Heng's paintings of mythical beasts - this is really unfair, how can I
There are prizes of the second grade that are better than those of the first grade!”
Liu Shangzhi smiled and said: "Changkang, Zhang Heng's "Pictures of Divine Beasts from All Directions" is a treasure of the Lu family. If you give it to your daughter as a reward, it still belongs to the Lu family. Wouldn't it be a huge loss if I gave it to you?"
Gu Kaizhi said: "This Lu Na is still stingy, extremely stingy!"
Chen Caozhi smiled and said: "Changkang, if you really want to see that "Picture of Divine Beasts", I can go to the Lu Mansion to lend it to you for a few days to study and study."
Gu Kaizhi was overjoyed and poetic in his heart, so he began to chant his poems in Jinling dialect again. He had not recited poems all night for a month since the last time he recited poems and his voice became hoarse. Tonight, the cold wind was howling, and the room was as warm as
In spring, when we are sitting around with close friends, how can we not recite poems?
Liu Shangzhi failed to leave, so he had to sit with him. Gillian, the maid, offered to accompany him.
Ran Sheng was sitting on his knees behind Chen Cao, munching on deer breast. At this time, Fu Er whispered: "Young Master, go to bed, and I will praise him."
Chen Caozhi laughed and said in a low voice: "But it can't happen again. I will praise him tonight." He said to Gu Kaizhi: "Changkang, what you are reciting now are all old works, are there any new ones?"
Gu Kaizhi said: "I have been busy painting this month and have no new works."
Chen Cao said: "Changkang is full of poetry tonight. It would be a pity if we can only recite old works. We should take advantage of this good night to compose a few new poems. How about calling them "Yin Sitting at Night" or "Yong Huai"?"
Gu Kaizhi was deeply convinced and said: "Ruan Bubing, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, has eighty-two "Poems of Praise of Love". I, Gu Changkang, cannot be less than him." Then he went off to write poems alone.
