The citizens of Chang'an were even more resentful when they witnessed the spectacular convoy of the prime minister's return to their hometown. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although both the prime minister and his political opponents made compromises in the vigorous court struggle, the prime minister, who barely fought back, and the enemies who almost gave their best were reluctantly tied. It was clear that he had a landslide victory. Perhaps to show off his achievements, or to undermine the morale and confidence of the enemy, the Prime Minister prepared eight carriages with great luxury and formed a huge convoy. And according to Chu Yunxi's idea, the guards in the palace were split into two, with their most refined guards as the vanguard, and they walked through the streets and alleys, crooked the noses of a group of officials in the Imperial Historical Observatory, and successfully declared their unshakable authority to the people in the city.

In the early morning of the prime minister's departure from the city, the sky was covered with thin rain like embroidery needles, Chu Yunxi deliberately did not open the umbrella in his bag, but pretended to hide from the rain and sheltered under the eaves, hiding behind the crowd of people who were talking. When she saw the rut marks left by the wheels of the Xiangfu carriage driving through the wet street, her heart tightened. The original glimmer of joy was like a newly grown sapling being ruthlessly uprooted and discarded on the side of the road. If he plans to return to his hometown to worship his ancestors and guard the spirit, and transport the silver money and jewelry he has embezzled over the years back to Jinling in a trick to hide the sky and cross the sea, it will be even more difficult to find direct evidence in the prime minister's mansion, and the development of the situation is not as optimistic as she expected.

The more Chu Yunxi thought about it, the more scared he became, yes, Shi Jiaheng was right, since the prime minister dared to leave, he was not afraid of others bullying him. He will definitely bring important things such as ledgers with him, and he will also arrange for well-informed guards to report back and forth, and if there is a change, he will definitely deal with it on the spot, and never give his opponent a chance.

If this is the case, is it feasible to go to the Chu Mansion to explore the evidence?

She was so troubled by this problem for a whole day that she couldn't paint at the drawing studio with peace of mind.

Before leaving the Academy, each artist had to report to the academician, that is, to show the work he had done today. Although he went through the motions according to the procedure, Academician Wang did not perfunctory, but still carefully read the works of each painter and gave him messages or suggestions.

When she arrived at Chu Yunxi, Academician Wang did not hide her disappointment and shook his head at her. In fact, Academician Wang has always admired her very much, because her smart talent and unworldly painting style make her stand out. However, if she is a folk painter, then her legacy is independent, and her solitary self-appreciation will definitely shine, but this is the royal painting garden, and serving the royal family must give up their own artistic pursuits, and take the aesthetic pursuit of the royal family as the highest program, and everything to serve the royal family as the minimum requirement. However, she always involuntarily brings out her thoughts and emotions in her paintings, which makes it difficult for her paintings to generally adapt to the aesthetic tastes of the royal public. You know, it's dangerous.

Academician Wang reminded her more than once of the preferences of the masters in the palace, that the unwilling modifications made her works clumsy or weak or rigid or distorted, and that her creation was dogmatically framed made her a little depressed, and that she was not the best in the painting academy according to the standards of imperial painting at that time. Interestingly, throughout her artistic career, it was the most brilliant stage of her creation.

Even with such great creative restrictions, later generations still gave high praise to her works, especially her non-court works that circulated among the people.

At that time, the endless loneliness and depression forced her to devote herself to painting. If the modest court paintings were a last resort to cope with errands, then the paintings she created in private truly and objectively expressed her thoughts and feelings.

Her paintings are sometimes dashing, sometimes sad, sometimes tenacious, sometimes cynical, in short, everything follows the ups and downs of her mood, the opening and closing, and becomes patchwork and varied.

Her brushes began to have life, instead of the accumulation of lines, and the rendering of colors, she used pen and ink paint as a weapon to express her infinite feelings and thousands of thoughts in her heart, and she finally tasted "the taste of youth does not know the taste of sorrow, and falls in love with the floor." Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn. All kinds of suffering, in short, everything is unspoken, and only a confidant can appreciate it. But when she regained her calm and serene life, she found it difficult for her to paint works that shocked her. Suffering is really the best teacher to shape a person's talent.

Because she underestimated the artistic achievements of these works to vent her inner feelings, she did not value these essays and graffiti too much, some were lost, some were burned, and of course some were unintentionally circulated, causing great repercussions among some of the young aristocrats in their prime, who began to spontaneously search for this mysterious painter who signed the name "The Sorrowful Guest".

During the conversation with Academician Wang, Chu Yunxi was slightly distracted, her head kept turning, and from the painting academy to her home, she always maintained a silent silence because of deep thought.

At dinner, she sat at the table and thoughtfully stuffed a snow-white steamed bun into pieces and stuffed it into her mouth. She stared blankly at the table, with a slightly contradictory look of pain, as if she was not tugging at the steamed buns, but at her own heart. She swallowed half of the steamed bun like chewing wax, reflexively went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, and then went straight to her bedroom, locked the door without saying a word, and locked herself in the room.

Lu Yan's eyes kept following Chu Yunxi's ups and downs, and she closed the door without saying a word. She stood up and wandered in the doorway worriedly, hesitated a few times with her raised hand, gave up knocking on the door and asked, and instead wanted to turn back and ask for help from the other two.

Biyin has always been unable to count on it, but she lowered her head and stuffed vegetables into her mouth, and the braised chicken that was originally placed in front of Chu Yunxi was quietly moved under the chopsticks by her, and there was still a strand of shredded vegetables hanging on her greasy lips.

Lu Yan frowned and sighed, and then moved her gaze to Qing Chun.

Ulva was even more strange, she held the tip of her chopsticks in her mouth in a daze, and her cheeks were flushed with carmine from the candlelight. After a long time, the mouth was loosened, and the chopsticks snapped on the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound like hitting a bell. Then she sat still like a clay figurine.

Lu Yan gasped, and she found that Qing Chun's abnormal condition seemed to be more serious than Chu Yunxi's.

She stepped closer and jerked off the chopsticks that Biyin had reached for the meatballs. Biyin raised her eyebrows and glared at her dissatisfiedly, and with a vegetable mouth, she called out indistinctly: "What are you doing?!" ”

Lu Yan glanced at Qing Ying, meaning to ask her to look that way. She glanced at it, then snatched the chopsticks and said, "Oops", "It's okay, she's been like that for a few days." ”

"How did I not know?!" Lu Yan was surprised.

Biyin took a sip of egg drop soup and said with a smile: "You have been busy all day long, of course you didn't find out." She often sat in front of the flowers she planted in the yard for a whole day, or ran away. I guess......" She let out a wicked laugh, got up and leaned into Lu Yan's ear, covered her hand and whispered, "She shouldn't have some sweetheart outside." After saying that, he covered his mouth and laughed.

Lu Yan knew that she "can't spit out ivory in a dog's mouth", so she threw her head with her backhand and said angrily: "Death!" ”

Hearing the movement, Qing Chun put down her chopsticks and stood up, looked at the two of them inexplicably and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Bi Yin quickly retreated to the door, making a grimace and teasing loudly: "It's okay, just now Sister Lu Yan said that she wanted to marry someone crazy!" ”

Lu Yan didn't explain much, didn't say a word, turned around and carried a rolling pin from the kitchen and killed it, leaving Qing Ying standing in place and continuing to wonder.

Chu Yunxi didn't hear the chase and fight outside the door, for her, closing the door is equivalent to closing the door of her heart, and she wants to clear her chaotic thoughts and think about her problems with a clear heart.

The brush in her hand struck the painting on the table at evenly intervals, and the ink smudged out, like a drop of water splashing on the steps of the eaves outside the house. Her crooked head was propped up by her fist-clenched hands, slowly drooping, as if it was as heavy as a thousand gold and might fall off at any moment.

Suddenly, she threw the pen in her hand, and the pen fell into the green bamboo pen holder like an arrow from the string. When the pen is in the barrel, it means that the dust has settled.

When the interruption continues, it will be chaotic! Instead of being indecisive and hesitant, you don't dare to grit your teeth and try once. Even if the Prime Minister's Mansion is the tiger's den in Longtan, she has to show the courage to go despite tens of millions of people, even if she misses and is captured, she must be worthy of her heart, even if she is dead, I will admit it.

Besides, she had always had a hint of luck in her heart - just in case. Yes, what if this is a shrewd prime minister who plays an empty city trick? He pretended to mislead those who tried to come to the door at night to think that the prime minister had set up a large number of ambushes in the mansion to lure the enemy into depth, and then hunted them all out, thus giving up the idea of exploring the prime minister's mansion. And if the prime minister really took the opportunity to transport the furniture back to Jinling, he should be careful to hide it and do it privately instead of ostentatiously making it known to everyone.

What does this ecstasy array posed by the prime minister mean? I'm afraid I will only know if I go. It is better to pick the day than to hit the day, and the night visit to the Prime Minister's Mansion is set for the time after three days!