On August 18, when Empress Lu died, she felt a little familiar when she saw the silk painting in Zhang Liang's study. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And now she finally knows why it is familiar, both paintings have no faces, and she doesn't know if the painting is the same person. But that momentum is like a retreat, just as proud of everything.

Why did Zhang Liang help her? Could it be that how much is because she is also the queen and the owner of the Jiaofang Palace inherited from Empress Lu?

Gillian sat in a daze for three moments, and finally got up and closed the window and went to bed.

The next afternoon, when she had nothing to do, she reminisced about what she had seen as a child on the bookcase. Composition on silk silk, Lai Liu Che from the guidance of the day before, Gillian is finally getting started in painting.

It is very important to draw a good silk painting, especially the lines. The contours of the characters and the light and shade of the environment in the painting mainly rely on the lines. Fine, curved, straight, rigid, soft, light, heavy, a thousand postures, each with its own wonderful use.

For a round face, use thin and smooth lines; The skirt robe uses thick long lines, and the silk ribbons flutter in the wind, and the curves change in shape. The texture of the collar and pleats is overlapped with threads to enhance the layering and softness of the silk.

These are all carefully taught to her by Liu Che, and she has learned a lot after using her heart. But when painting, Gillian still struggled to write for a long time.

The wind swept in from the south-open window and blew gently on the face.

Zhu Ge was grinding ink on the side, and saw that Gillian was just groaning. Thinking that she was in trouble, she acted more and more cautiously, for fear of disturbing her.

After Gillian started the draft with light ink, she set the color and outline the ink line. She looked serious, pondering carefully one stroke at a time. When she finally finished painting, she realized that it was already dusk, and she straightened her shoulders, which were a little sore, put down the pen and stretched comfortably.

Only then did he look at the silk painting on the bookcase with satisfaction, not to mention the restoration of seven or eight points, but five or six points.

And it was only when the painting was in front of her that Gillian was more and more sure that Empress Lu was afraid that she was Zhang Liang's little sister.

The past is indescribable. Just let it settle there quietly and go away with the wind.

Gillian got up and took the brazier, and personally set it on fire, so she got up and went to the flying pavilion with confidence.

The kitchen had already cooked, and Zhu Ge thought that Gillian was still painting in the room, so he ordered Xue Wu to set up the dishes and chopsticks, and went up from the backyard across the lake from the first floor of the Red Mansion to find her.

As soon as she walked up the stairs, she smelled a burning smell. I sped up and ran into Gillian's room, but I saw a huge silk painting slowly burning, and light smoke curling.

Isn't this what the queen painted for an afternoon? Zhu Ge hurriedly stepped forward to take out and extinguish it, but she burned a small half of it after she extinguished it. She unfolded it carefully, but saw that the painting was out of the world, above the nine heavens.

Zhu Ge just doesn't know how to paint, and he can't help but sigh. It's just that this kind of painting, why burn it after all the hard work?

She couldn't figure it out, but she knew that the queen must have a reason to do so. was about to set the fire on fire, but he heard someone behind him whisper: "Put it down!" ”

Zhu Ge was startled, but turned his head to see that it was the old lady. Although he knew in his heart that with his depth of martial arts, it was easy to take his own life, but he still had palpitations. smiled at the moment: "Taigong, you scared me." ”

Zhang Liang also came with the smell of burning, he thought it was the middle palace that used fire carelessly, and he was also anxious. Everything in this red mansion was carefully selected for her, how could it not be?

Unexpectedly, when I went upstairs, I saw a silk painting, and the person in the painting was so familiar.

He didn't answer Zhu Ge, and stepped forward to take the silk painting from her hand. He asked coldly, "Where did this painting come from?" ”

Zhu Ge saw that his face was unhappy, and he was also puzzled in his heart. "It's the queen who has nothing to do this afternoon."

Zhang Liang carefully rolled up the painting and gently held it in his arms, as if he had found a treasure. "The old man took it, and he would tell her."

After speaking, he turned away, and Zhu Ge clearly saw tears in his eyes the moment he turned around.

Zhu Ge watched Zhang Liang go out, and had to go out later. Unexpectedly, Zhang Liang disappeared without a trace of the front foot and the back foot.

She went back to the main courtyard, and everyone was seated, but the old lady was not seen at the chairman's meeting.

When Xue Wu saw her coming back, she asked, "Have you seen Taigong?" It's time for dinner, why can't I find it? ”

Zhu Ge thought of the painting, and didn't have time to answer her, just shook his head. went out of the kitchen to ask Gillian, but happened to meet Gillian who came out of the study, so he stepped forward to tell Gillian the news that the old lady had taken the scroll and disappeared.

At dusk, the autumn breeze in the mountains is refreshing. A thin layer of mist floated on the lake, and Gillian was stunned when she heard this.

Since Zhang Liang was silently buried in his heart, far away from the court and away from the world, he must have wanted not to be disturbed, so he left everything in the past in his memory.

Gillian just verified her own thoughts, and had no intention of disturbing his quietness, but people are not as good as heaven in the end. Lighting a fire in Songshi Zhai, not in the kitchen, how can you hide it from him? Isn't that tantamount to blatantly telling him?

The face reacted quickly and said calmly: "It's okay, let's go." We went to dinner, and just now I went to the study to see my grandfather, and he said that he had no appetite. ”

Although Zhu Ge was a little puzzled, he didn't ask again.

After eating, the night gets heavier and heavier. The silver-gray moonlight and the orange light blend under the corridor, and the osmanthus in the courtyard sends a burst of fragrance.

Gillian stood at the door of the study but was in trouble for a while, should she pretend to be nothing? Is it just that he can deceive Zhang Liang, who is old and sophisticated?

She finally gently pushed the door open, and sure enough, she saw Zhang Liang, who came back at an unknown time. In the silence of the room, he stood in front of the window with his back to her, standing straight and straight.

Gillian didn't feel a sour nose, so she went in softly and called Taigong to sit down in front of her bookcase, unfold the bamboo slips and learn by herself.

She felt ashamed in her heart, she didn't dare to look at him, and she felt that she couldn't be sorry for Zhang Liang's hope, so she put a lot of effort into Qimen Dunjia.

Gillian has never lacked people who praise her intelligence since she was a child. Even if I didn't want to learn calligraphy and painting before, I really learned it, and I also realized it and raised my interest. It's this Qimen Dunjia, the more you learn, the more difficult it becomes.

Zhang Liang also taught more and more slowly, and comforted her and said that she didn't need to learn deeply, just get started. Although Zhang Liang can solve her situation, there is no guarantee that it will be foolproof. She still has to know a little bit about herself, and know that she can change at the right time, so that she can travel the world instead of being trapped in Chang'an.

Gillian put her heart into it, but gradually looked into it. The embarrassment in her heart gradually dissipated inexplicably, and she didn't even know when Zhang Boda would come in.

Even when Zhang Boda called her when he left, she looked at Ke Leak and realized that it was time to go back to the Red Mansion.

Zhang Liang was no longer in the study, and Gillian cleaned up the bamboo and blew out the lights and went out with Zhang Boda. She was full of sorrow in her heart, and after returning to the Red Mansion, she washed up and fell asleep.

I hope that when I wake up, I can forget that everything can be as if nothing happened.

In the next few days, it turned out to be her wish.

When the autumn mood became stronger and stronger in October, Gillian had almost subconsciously forgotten about it. Unexpectedly, when he was playing the piano by the lake in the afternoon of this day, when the sound of the piano was still echoing leisurely after the song, Zhang Liang asked softly.

"Why did you draw her?" (To be continued.) )