"Come, Aiqing looks at this painting, what do you think?" The dark gold sleeves pointed towards the graying paper painting on the wall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as Chen Shuo looked up, he only saw the black and white mountains and rivers, although there were no artistic cells, he also saw that the creator of this painting was very powerful.

The whole painting is in the form of a long scroll, depicting the continuous mountains and mountains, and the vast rivers, lakes and lakes. When you open the scroll, the first thing you will see is the peaks, which are scattered with villages, bridges, and water pavilions.

There is a small road that passes through the woods and the foggy valley in the distance. Next to the peaks is a large body of water, rippling blue waves, with the occasional small boat coming. The path winds its way up the mountain wall to an ancient temple.

There are several pavilions scattered on the left side of the ancient temple, and a short distance along the end of the covered bridge, the waterfall in the mountain stream cascades down into the lake.

There is a wooden bridge lying across the lake, connecting the two banks, which is very spectacular. There is also a diamond-shaped pavilion in the center of the bridge, which is extremely colorful and faintly glows with golden light.

At the other end of the bridge, a gentle mountain range and a peninsula stretching out of the lake, with villages and houses in many places along the water's edge, and people driving light boats down the river to sing poetry and music. Farther away, large boats are enclosing for fishing, presenting a bustling scene.

The whole painting is carefully composed, both tight and sparse. Chen Shuo's hand caressed the scroll, and the closer he got to it, the more clearly he could feel that the endless flow of water surrounded the mountains and mountains, and the endless vitality flowed out of the painting.

However, the way of preservation of the famous artist is so casual, as if it has been damp for many years, taking advantage of the sun today, taking it out to dry.

Such a way to not cherish it, unless it is a good relationship with the creator, can get a new work, or the creator himself.

Chen Shuo, who was very happy, set his eyes on the emperor, and just wanted to open his mouth to praise two words of good skills, but he felt that if he guessed wrong, he would be slapped in the face, you must know that artists have many problems.

I had to reply casually: "Back to the saint, this painting ...... It's okay. ”

"Would you like to give this painting a name?"

It seems that I guessed correctly, and it is indeed the emperor's pen practice. Anyway, you started to test your talent so soon? Thanks to compulsory education, the skill of reading pictures and speaking is still trained from an early age.

"Back to the saint, Wei Chen has shallow knowledge, and feels that this painting is vigorous and has an uninhibited momentum, so it might as well be called 'Hundred Miles of Rivers and Mountains', right?"

Isn't it true that the emperor will fight each other just for turf? At first glance, you are the prime minister who can't play in the court, and draw a picture in private to comfort your wounded heart.

"I think it's more atmospheric to call it 'Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains', and it's more in line with the temperament of the two of us. Aiqing, what do you say? ”

I'll go, Chen Shuo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The emperor didn't have any charming thoughts about himself, and his mind came to his mind that he was helped up to the top of the imperial city, waved his sleeves downward, and said with a serious face: "Look, this is the country I have laid for you." ”

Bang, Chen Shuo suddenly slapped himself, drove away the nightmarish scene, and quickly knelt down: "Weichen's vision is too poor, and he really doesn't deserve to name this painting." Please also ask the Holy God to forgive your sins. ”

"Haha, Aiqing is too modest, it seems that her painting skills have improved a lot, and she can't look down on her previous works."

"Holy?"

"At the beginning, when I was still the crown prince, Weifu passed by your hometown on a visit, and it happened that you won Huiyuan and became famous. Later, when I heard about your poems, I benefited so much that I came to visit you, but you avoided them. It wasn't until three days later that I got your painting and left satisfied. Because from the painting, you can see that you have the will of the world, and I believe that you will come to the imperial city one day. I didn't expect you to keep me waiting for so long. ”

At this time, Chen Shuo finally believed that this champion Lang was the reincarnation of the broom star, so the glittering thighs were sent to the door for you to hug, but he turned him away.

I think that if I hooked up with the prince of the dynasty at the beginning, not to mention the position of prime minister now, at least I would climb to the position of a minister and live happily for many years, where would I be forced to commit suicide Mingzhi's miserable situation.

"Aiqing, I haven't seen you for many years, don't you know that your original intention is still the same?"

Chen Shuo felt that this sounded quite ambiguous, and he didn't know that he thought it was an infatuated woman asking her lover. You must know that a woman's intuition is very accurate, and she generally has doubts about this relationship, and eighty percent are already on the verge of breaking up.

Hurriedly shaking off the chills all over his body, Chen Shuo felt that it was an excellent opportunity to show his loyalty to the supreme leader of the dynasty, and said affectionately: "Wechen is willing to follow the saint forever, no matter life or death. ”

I don't know how many lives you have in your hands, whether you will be haunted by grievances, or fall into the beast path in the next life or something, anyway, there are people below me, just die and play casually.

"Well, life or death?" The Emperor's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, all good men should throw their heads and spill their blood for the country, as long as they can help the people in need, Weichen is willing to put life and death out of the way."

If you like to listen to this kind of bloody scene, Chen Shuo can really talk for a night.

"Okay, then turn this picture over."

Chen Shuo, who was full of excitement, stepped forward to turn over the former painting, only to see an obvious protrusion in the lower right corner, which felt like a mezzanine.

At the suggestion of the emperor's jaw, he gently tore open the corners of the painting, and pulled out a small piece of animal skin with blurred corners, which became more familiar the more he looked at it.

After looking at it repeatedly, Chen Shuo suddenly remembered the treasure map that his master had given him, and his eyes showed unconcealed surprise, no wonder the master had saved up most of his life and didn't get it together, this was even more difficult to collect than the Dragon Balls.

"Aiqing, but what do you see?" The Emperor's questioning voice drifted from a very close, close place.

Turning around suddenly, Chen Shuo found that he had been slammed by the wall.

"Why didn't Aiqing speak? Well? "The intoxicating aroma comes out from a distance of 10 centimeters.

"Back to the saint, you have leeks on your teeth."

“……”

The pale-faced emperor quickly withdrew his posture as a domineering president, covering his face with his sleeve and dealing with oral hygiene.

Chen Shuo, who escaped the catastrophe, sighed in his heart: The emperor also gave up in order to win people's hearts.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Shuo calmed down, suddenly thought about it, bowed his body and said respectfully: "Back to the saint, Wei Chen just felt that this animal skin was very familiar, and it seemed that he had seen it in the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

Hearing this, the emperor's expression became unfathomable again, and he said coldly: "Really? I know that your relationship with the Prime Minister is not harmonious, but the crime of framing the Minister of the First Rank of the DPRK is not light. ”

"Wechen understands that Wechen has seen it in the study with his own eyes, and I heard the prime minister say that it is an incomplete treasure map."

The Emperor's hand clenched in his sleeve and snorted coldly. Looking at Chen Shuo again, his eyes became warm, the corners of his mouth raised a domineering president-like evil smile, and he said with a little urgency: "Aiqing, your time to serve the country has come." ”

"Is it stealing a treasure map? I'm going to do my best and die. I only ask the emperor to bring the prime minister who has filled his pockets to justice in order to set an example. ”

"No, a map alone doesn't work. You have to get on good terms with the Prime Minister and find out what the other pieces are missing. As for the rest, we'll talk about that later. ”

Huh? This is very different from the script that Chen Shuo envisioned. You are the Son of Heaven, can you kill decisively, just a minister, just cut it. In this way, hello, I am good, everyone is really good!

Suddenly, the emperor frowned at the tattered painting and ordered in a low voice: "Right now, this picture has been destroyed, Aiqing should paint another one." ”

"Huh? I can't. ”

"Why not?" The emperor, who had hardly been disobeyed, shot his eyes sharply.

"Back to the saint, this artwork pays attention to an artistic conception, Weichen does not have this mind at the moment, if you write at will, it will fool you, wait for me to go back and brew for a few days, think about the layout, and then dedicate the work to the saint, and ask the saint to forgive the sin."

"Well, in that case. Aiqing, I'll send it in ten days. ”

Chen Shuo, who was depressed, came out of the imperial study and said that it was an artist who wanted to wait for inspiration, and there was a time limit! With a sigh, Chen Shuo seemed to be getting farther and farther away from a better tomorrow.

Back at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Chen Shuo went all the way to the study, and even the Prime Minister sent someone to invite him over for supper.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight in the middle of the night, Chen Shuo took out the bronze mirror and wiped it again and again, only to see a subtitle displayed on the mirror: "The system is being upgraded and maintained, please continue to upgrade in a place with plenty of moonlight." ”

I pressed my aching temples, put on my coat and walked outside the yard to find a good signal, swaying left and right, but there was no response.

Chen Shuo, who did not give up, finally climbed the tree and used the image of one finger to the sky to collect the power of moonlight.

The pale yellow light curtain on the mirror crawled with difficulty like a snail, and Chen Shuo didn't dare to shake it like this, for fear of dropping the line again.

The current image is only a pair of red panties away from Superman taking off.

When the quaint bronze mirror emitted bursts of white light, the shadow of the horse's face slowly shook out, and there was a string of souls in his hands behind him.

"It's not that you can only get in touch when you say it, when is it now! Tell me something, I'm about to take over shifts. ”

"It's not that your underworld has nothing to do to upgrade the system, in order to find a signal, my hands are cramping."

"Hey, you also know the probability of sudden death of programmers, since you have received so many talents, don't waste it, thanks to the fact that the prefecture is not allowed to engage in information monopoly now, otherwise the ios system will kneel."

"It's a great joy to raise the prestige of our country. Back to the topic, I am now the emperor's intimate little padded jacket, and I want to ask the broom star monarch with some historical problems. ”

"Oh, speaking of which, he was also drunk, and he had just brought his soul to the underworld, and before he could arrange for him to continue the tribulation, he was hit by other ghosts on the road of beasts."

"So, am I going to wait for him to be eaten and his soul to return to the underworld?"

"Hey, the most grinding thing is that he was reincarnated before he drank Meng Po soup, and if he is a beast with a clear mind, it is estimated that he will have a worse life."

Chen Shuo was full of black lines, and sighed: "Think about the generation of star monarchs, they have fallen to this, and when he soars to the immortal realm, will he retaliate?" ”

"It's okay, his calamity hasn't been completed yet, he just thinks he is a former champion who committed suicide, and he hasn't fully recovered the memory of the fairy world."

Brother Ma Mian, I have to say that you have a really big heart......

Without getting any useful clues from the underworld, Chen Shuo could only figure out the source of the animal skin by himself, whether it was the ancestral heirloom of the champion himself, and he put it in to show his loyalty, or did the emperor deliberately sew it in to test himself?