Du Shisan sneered: "Cai Yuanchang is good at money, Zhao Mengfu is a noble person, his words are not easy, he can actually give an inscription to a Qinglou, I am more and more curious about the identity of the proprietor of this Qin Building." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhou Ning also nodded, his calligraphy attainments would not be weaker than Cai Jing and Zhao Mengfu, and asked himself, if he was willing to give an inscription to a Qinglou. Not to mention writing such glamorous words.

The two admired the inscription on the screen for a while, and then slowly stepped into the hall, and Zhou Ning's eyes lit up.

I saw twelve graceful girls standing in two rows, which at first glance was extremely elegant.

As the leading Qinglou in Yangzhou, the quality of the girls in Qinlou naturally goes without saying. But what is annoying is that when Du 13 passed, more than half of the girls immediately pasted it and took the initiative to throw themselves into their arms, and they were old acquaintances at a glance.

Person...... Is it really Confucianism? I don't know if my cheap second uncle will immediately expel him from the division when he sees this virtue?

Zhou Ning couldn't help but be a little speechless, and after a while, a gust of fragrant wind immediately rushed towards him, and when he looked at it, he was a graceful woman.

This woman is very beautiful, and she is not inferior to some modern female stars, but there is a little charm between her eyebrows, which adds a bit of wind and dust to her already beautiful appearance.

Du Shisanqi said: "This sister is very raw, may I ask who you are?" ”

The woman covered her mouth and said with a smile: "These two think they are Du Gongzi and Zhou Gongzi, and the concubine is Fu Yaohong, the new steward of Qin Lou, and she can't meet her from afar, so please forgive the two sons." ”

At the moment, Tingting led the two around the screen, through a few pink thin curtains, all the way into the atrium, only to see the huge atrium, almost full of people at the moment, on the east side of the gorgeous atrium, more than a dozen musician-like men and women sat solemnly waiting, obviously for Shang Xiufang's accompaniment team.

Coupled with the attendants waiting around, there were almost more than 60 people sitting in the entire central hall, which was different from the Qinglou where the ears were singing and laughing, and most of the people were sitting in the middle of the banquet, and few people were talking and laughing.

Strange to say, the hall was almost full, but there was a large vacant corner where only a few people sat sparsely.

Fu Yaohong led the two to their seats, Ying Ying gave a salute, confessed, and turned to leave.

Zhou Ning and Du Shisan walked to the corner, and randomly found a vacant seat to sit down, next to his seat on the west side, a white-clothed scholar looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world, drinking by himself, while painting, it was Tang Bohu, the merry genius who came in before them.

On the table in front of Tang Bohu, there is a Shengxuan, Zhou Ning is a calligraphy and painting expert, naturally knows that Shengxuan's ink is changeable, and it is easy to produce rich ink rhyme changes. Tang Bohu mostly wanted to paint a freehand landscape painting.

Sure enough, this person only had a few strokes, and the ink quickly seeped out, and a vast green mountain was already outlined on the rice paper.

Tang Bohu didn't think twice, with a turn of the pen, a drop of ink smudged out, and after a few strokes, there were already a few more trees on the mountain.

"This guy is really a bit powerful." Zhou Ning couldn't help but sigh, it was the first time he had seen someone who could use the blending method so skillfully and sharply, and Tang Bohu really deserved to be a master of calligraphy and painting.

Tang Bohu noticed Zhou Ning's gaze, glanced at him, snorted slightly, raised the wine glass, and then raised his neck and drank it all.

Zhou Ning didn't care, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all.

On the right side, a middle-aged man in a green shirt sits, half-drunk at the moment, with a red face.

Not far away, there were two young men, one tall and one thin, who were staggered at this time, and their faces were red and their ears were red.

Tang Bohu continued to lift the brush, his brush is slightly different from other people's, to be thicker, between the wrists, to use three more points of wrist strength.

His brush went down faster and faster, and after a while, there were more and more trees on the mountain, and the mountain became more and more steep, giving people an unusually deep feeling.

Du Shisan also noticed Tang Bohu's picture scroll, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "This surnamed Tang has come to show off again, but it's a pity that Senior Brother Mi is not here, otherwise how can he be arrogant." ”

In the first half of the sentence, Zhou Ning recognized that Tang Bohu was painting here, of course, in order to pretend to be an unfathomable literary and artistic force, but the second half of the sentence......

Zhou Ning listened to Du 13 talk about Mi Shidi, that is, the disciple of his cheap second uncle Zhou Yue, a famous calligrapher, painter, calligraphy and painting theorist in history, Mi Fu, Mi Yuanzhang.

Noncommittal smile, just on the word, when it comes to painting, Mi Fu is good at rice point landscape, but also really may not be able to rival Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu's pen is like the wind, and after a while, a picture of the ancient temple in the deep mountains has jumped on the paper, but when the pen is closed, I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, a drop of ink falls on the painting paper, and spreads rapidly.

Zhou Ning smiled indifferently and said in his heart: It's not over yet.

Just thinking about it, I saw Tang Bohu pick up the wine bowl, take a deep sip, and then spray it.

"Shhh Zhou Ning clearly heard the sound of Du Shisan and the surrounding people gasping next to him.

As the sip of wine was sprayed, the mountains were suddenly covered with a burst of mist, which became more distant and profound, and the style of the whole painting rose to a higher level.

After Tang Bohu finished painting, he threw the pen into the pen holder, glanced at Du Shisan, and said lightly: "It's okay to drink and prostitute, you also deserve to talk about painting?" ”

"You!" I don't know what contradiction the two have, this sentence is extremely scathing, Du Shisan couldn't help but look at it angrily.

Zhou Ning patted Du Shisan's shoulder and said lightly: "Du Shao, don't worry, I'll take your breath." ”

Du 13 was stunned, his anger dissipated, and he said with a strange face: "Zhongdao, are you serious?" ”

Zhou Ning said very seriously: "When did I lie to you?" ”

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Everyone is here!" ”

The orchestra suddenly played in parallel with the strings and orchestras, and the melodious rhythm lingered throughout the hall.

Shang Xiufang is finally here.

In the melodious sound of string orchestras, the curtain of the atrium was slowly opened, and two maids each carried a moon lamp, surrounded by a stunning beauty.

The two pale white moon lamps reflected her delicate body and shone brightly, adding a little more sparkle and charm to her beauty.

That stunning beauty is Shang Xiufang.

"This beauty is really good at creating an atmosphere."

Zhou Ning said in his heart, standing in his position, he could clearly hear the sound of the surrounding crowd gasping. Even the middle-aged man in the green shirt who had been drinking stopped at all, and in the entire hall, whether it was a man or a woman, he couldn't take his eyes off this famous prostitute who turned all beings upside down.

Although he was used to seeing beautiful women in later generations, Zhou Ning had to admit that it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful woman as Shang Xiaoniu.

If you insist on comparing the beauties of later generations, this big beauty is a little more beautiful than Li Jiaxin who is at the peak of her appearance, and unlike Li Jiaxin, she has a misty and mysterious beauty.