On a spring afternoon, Tang Bohu, Zhu Zhishan, and Wen Zhengming, three of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River had just returned from a swim in Zhutang Temple.

Flower Street is not a place to sell flowers, Huaxi Street in ancient times. Wen Zhengming was about to ask each other, and suddenly two or three Qinglou women rushed out on the side of the road, and they were about to pull Wen Zhengming in, but he was pitiful of this Hengshan monk who had been polite and self-contained all his life and did not touch fireworks, he was frightened and panicked, and after a while, he didn't see the two of them helping to solve the siege, and when he looked back, he saw that Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan had already laughed on their backs, and then they knew that they had been designed by the two of them.

"It's the two of you who framed me!" Wen Zhengming panted shyly, roaring ridiculously, and finally broke free from the snare of the hair powder arm, and the three of them laughed and dispersed.

That's right, this is the trap set by Tang Bohu. Tang Bohu is outgoing and active by nature, his life is quite laissez-faire, arrogant and uninhibited, but he is very smart. He and Wen Zhengming worshiped Shen Zhou's disciples to learn painting, Shen Zhou, Tang Bohu, Wen Zhengming, Qiu Ying for the Ming four families, Tang Bohu knew that Wen Zhengming, a Changzhou man who lived in a neighboring county, his father was an official in the court, and he was influenced by ancient rites since he was a child, and his personality was calm and restrained; Zhang Ling smiled at the famous landscapes, lingered in the singing and dancing scene, wrote poems for the singers, and gave the dancing girls a fan, and whenever there was such a group activity, Wen Zhengming would retreat, so sometimes he would preset a trap and ridicule him for his nervousness and embarrassment in front of the opposite sex, especially the women in the Fengyue field.

Tang Bohu was born smart, and went to Nanjing for the first time to participate in the township examination, and won the first place Xie Yuan, but when he went to Beijing to take the exam, he was imprisoned for being involved in the case of Cheng Minzheng, the chief examiner. After returning to the village, he was disheartened, and he also had a serious illness, and for a period of time, he lived a drunken life in fine clothes, built a peach blossom hermitage, drank and had fun, and began to sell paintings for a living.

Because he once studied under the court master Zhou Chen, so his paintings are not only elegant and chic, but also a little gorgeous and beautiful, deeply loved by all walks of life, and his reputation is agitated, his paintings are often stamped with an idle stamp, the first merry talent in the south of the Yangtze River can be said to be worthy of the name.

Wen Zhengming, on the other hand, had no bright aptitude, and did not learn to speak until he was six years old when he was a child, and he could memorize poems after teaching many times, but his father Wen Lin had confidence in him and often told his neighbors: "My son is a late bloomer." ”

Wen Zhengming is honest and upright, tireless in learning, poetry, calligraphy and painting are famous, only the move is not smooth, every time he enters Beijing, he returns from the list, because he is respected by the locality, and he was not recommended until later to be promoted to be edicted. His painting style is purely influenced by his teacher Shen Zhou, elegant and clear-sighted, like a well-educated hermit, without fireworks in the world, coupled with Juanxiu's poems, it can really be described as full of paper and books.

This is a kind of psychological complementarity, people have what they cannot have, one is rejection, the other is acceptance, that is, through others to get satisfaction; for this kind of talent and skills that can be distinguished from internal personality and thinking that they cannot have, arrogant people often deny their talents and even character because other people's styles are different from their own.

On the other hand, Wen Zhengming, he knows that Tang Bohu's bold personality is different from his own, and he does not have his ups and downs in life, but he does not deny others, nor is he arrogant, he interacts with Tang Bohu with a tolerant heart, expands the connotation of the soul, and also makes up for the psychological gap.

It is true that it is difficult to distinguish between green vegetables and radishes, and the emphasis lies in the differences in personal preferences; but where is the objective criterion? There are many people who have heard of Tang Bohu but do not know how to write and sign the Ming Dynasty, but is fame equal to everything? Tang Bohu's legendary life and talent have become well-known figures in every household.

However, Wen Zhengming's reputation is higher than Tang Bohu's, the secular concept is to emphasize poetry and light calligraphy and painting, poetry is the embodiment of personality, calligraphy and painting are just a literati's leisure pastime, and Wen Zhengming's demeanor and integrity are in line with the society's expectations of literati, even if he did not pass the imperial examination, and this is also the biggest regret in Wen Zhengming's heart, regardless of poetry, calligraphy and painting, Wen Zhengming is more affirmed.

"Wen Zhengming?", "Nerd?" The two people in the firewood room were suddenly overjoyed.

"I said, nerd, where are you going?"

"I'm a law-abiding citizen, and as soon as I heard that you were in trouble, I rushed to the scene. ”

"If he doesn't go, I don't go. Zhu Zhishan glanced at Tang Bohu and said slowly.

Wen Zhengming blinked his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

"Nerd, come here. Zhu Zhishan God mysteriously pulled Wen Zhengming over, and the two muttered for a while.

Wen Zhengming's eyes revealed his inner thoughts, and his gaze at Tang Bohu revealed a green taste: "Bohu, do you believe me?"

"When I came in just now, I saw a big scene," Wen Zhengming shook his head and pretended to sigh a few times: "Washington is now in crisis. ”

"King Ning drove to Washington to look for the ballast in a fierce manner, and in the battle with Mrs. Hua, he tore up a painting given by the emperor, which was a great crime to exterminate the nine clans. ”

"Bohu," Zhu Zhishan looked at Tang Bohu still indifferent, looked out the window with self-pity, and said with a smile: "The nine clans that are going to be destroyed include the top and bottom of Washington, and we are also trying to escape, but Qiu Xiang is not so lucky." ”

Tang Bohu's face shook slightly, and there was confusion in his tone: "It may be the best ending for me and Qiu Xiang to die in the same place." ”

"But what if you can save Washington? If you turn the tide, defeat King Ning, and save the whole of Washington, then Mrs. Hua will no longer hate your Tang family, and will marry Qiu Xiang to you, you can't be with Qiu Xiang anymore. Zhu Zhishan began his own good step by step again.

"Actually, the key lies in one of the paintings, and I don't think anyone is more familiar with that painting than you. Zhu Zhishan touched his chin with his right hand.

"That painting is a picture of spring trees and autumn frost. Wen Zhengming looked at Tang Bohu and said jokingly, "Brother Tang has you ever been familiar with it?"

"Huh?" Tang Bohu's face suddenly turned happy: "Isn't that painting of the spring tree and autumn frost from the hand of this great talent? In this way, as long as I paint another one, then I can save the whole of Washington, then Qiu Xiang will not have to die." ”

"Brother Tang, the situation in the hall is critical at this time, without further ado, time is life, Brother Tang hurry up. Wen Zhengming urged repeatedly.

"Brother Tang can be sure that King Ning's painting was transferred to be a fake, and the real work is actually in Washington, as for how to do it, Brother Tang's poetry and painting are both unique, and he should be quite good. ”

"Thank you!" Tang Bohu didn't talk nonsense, turned around and walked out of the chaimen, and rushed towards the hall. Wen Zhengming and Zhu Zhishan glanced at each other, and then at Tang Bohu's back, and the two of them each smiled.

In the hall of Washington, the solemn atmosphere has dissipated, and the people in Washington are jubilant, but the faces of the people on King Ning's side are pale.

"Let's go!" King Ning turned around and wanted to leave Washington, but was stopped by someone.

"Wait!" Hua Taishi said slowly in a tone, very unbeaten, King Ning now had the urge to swing his fist and smash at that old face.

"Didn't you say you're going to go crazy?

The corners of Hua Taishi's mouth curled, and he looked at King Ning mockingly, an old face smiled very brightly, like a chrysanthemum, his eyes were full of provocation, and countless eyes were focused on King Ning's body. The ground was stained with blood, and the pair of people who were known as the champions of the Seven Provinces was still sitting on the ground coughing blood, looking quite desolate, and King Ning was even more angry. A trace of blood also overflowed from the corner of the deadly scholar's mouth, and his face was a little pale.

Looking at the "Spring Tree and Autumn Frost Picture" in the hand of the attendant holding the ink in his hand, and then looking at the original picture of the imperial gift broken in two on the table, King Ning took a deep breath, he understood that when he came to Washington this time, not only did he not take the opportunity to get rid of Hua Taishi, but he was framed.

"That pair of intestinal piercing is really stupid, this king asked you to identify, just to say that the painting is fake, even if it is painted by Tang Bohu, you have to tell this king that it is fake. King Ning was so aggrieved that he recruited such a great mallet for himself, and he was so angry that he had to pretend to be calm on his face.

Looking at the appearance of the ink not drying, King Ning can judge even a layman that this "Spring Tree and Autumn Frost Picture" has just been painted, and he can still see the difference between too heavy moisture and the ink not drying. King Ning's gaze looked deeply at Tang Bohu, who was standing proudly behind Hua Taishi, Tang Bohu was the person Xu Fu incarnated in this life, and he was also the sworn enemy of King Ning, who was the incarnation of Qin Shi Huang.

King Ning's heart turned and turned, and he had strong suspicions, Tang Bohu could have such a handsome demeanor? Not only could he make his staff general vomit blood while talking and laughing, but he could also make such a good painting with a stroke of a brush in an instant? As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, King Ning had countless treasures in the mansion, and he believed that he still had this kind of eyesight. I came to Washington to do a lot of calculations, but I didn't count the halfway way to kill Tang Bohu, a sworn enemy with the pseudonym Hua'an.

King Ning gritted his teeth, his pupils reflected Hua Taishi's flamboyant ridicule and Tang Bohu's extraordinary posture, he was ruthless, and stretched out his hand to his crotch. A gust of air rushed in from outside, the wind blew the chicken, and King Ning's heart was also aggrieved and desolate.

"Okay! I'll show you!" King Ning looked at Hua Taishi with deep eyes and said slowly, took out his little brother and sprinkled a soak of urine on the ground in the hall of Washington, and sure enough, it was a flying stream that soared down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

"That's satisfying, huh!"