Songjiang City is a well-known and well-known good place, but all those who have a bit of elegance and elegance will definitely go to the Wangjiang Tower of Songjiang City at certain times to drink some wine, see the scenery, and cultivate the sentiment of the literati.

Wangjianglou In this season, it is not easy to book a place, without a few brushes, even the door can not enter.

Wangjiang Building is facing Songjiang, but there is more than one restaurant facing Songjiang, but only this building sells authentic Songhua fish, and there are several kinds of wine that cannot be found elsewhere

Especially the most famous Qionglou chalcedony liquid, as well as autumn red maple, these two wines containing spiritual power, only this one can be sold, and they can only sit in the building and taste it slowly.

Booking a spot is a hard task. You have to come up with decent calligraphy, paintings or poems, and you have to add a lot of spirit crystals.

Those who have a lot of money but no literary talent, even if they hold the spirit crystal, the shopkeeper will not buy it.

Wangjiang Tower has a total of five floors, especially the fifth floor is the most difficult to get a good location.

A young man with an extremely handsome face and a face like a crown of jade, wearing a blood fox cloak, stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the river not far away. A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall, and today it has not stopped, and there are snowflakes like white butterflies floating on the river.

He sang a poem in a low voice, but his voice was extremely small, only to see his delicate red lips open slightly, and others only vaguely heard a few words such as rain and snow.

The restaurant was already full of people, and there was no noise between them, they were all whispering elegant things, but many people were a little absent-minded, and the corners of their eyes secretly glanced at the young man in the red cloak near the window.

It is really stunning in the world, the complexion is extremely white and tender, the facial features are all exquisite, the lips are like spring flowers, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, showing a bit of uncontrollable romantic state.

The teenager is not very old, and his cultivation is not bad at this age. It's just that he doesn't seem to be in good health, as if he is a little chilly, and he is holding a delicate hand stove in his hand. Occasionally, there is a gentle coughing sound.

Next to him, a senior in the soul refining period, is also a dignified and good-looking, it seems that he is a servant of his family, and he is quite interested in the young man. See him coughing. Then persuade him to go back and rest early.

The shrewd little guy beside the young man also begged softly, "Childe, it's not too early, why do you want to come here to see this snow scene if you are not in good health." This time I went out. The ancestor explained that he should take good care of his son, and don't hurt his mind and be greedy for beautiful scenery. ”

The young man smiled and waved his hand gently, "It's okay, I'm not a jade person from the snowdrift, and I'm about to fall ill." ”

When everyone in the restaurant heard this, they couldn't help but shake their hearts and couldn't help themselves, and they all wandered silently, aren't you just a jade man from a snowdrift?

The young man in red quietly watched the beautiful scenery of Jiang Xue for a long time, and suddenly gently put down the stove in his hand, and said two words to the servants in the soul refining period.

The servant of the world had a sad face. But he didn't dare to disobey, and with a casual stroke of his long sleeves, he saw that all the decorative items on a large case in front of the window had disappeared. Everyone's eyes were in front of them, and a set of extremely valuable four treasures of the study room were placed on the originally empty big case.

The snow-white rice paper with a faint blue dark vein, is a good thing that can only be used by the high-ranking magnates or the most famous families.

The beautiful young man asked the little maid to take a green bottle from the treasure bag, and poured some water with a faint fragrance into the inkstone. He didn't ask anyone to grind, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin white wrists, and he didn't hurry to mix the ink to just the right amount.

But he saw that he did not pick up the brush, but took up the inkstone. He sprinkled ink on the drawing paper, and unlike his previous slow gesture, he moved extremely quickly and took a glass of wine. Poured into his mouth, his red lips opened, and he sprayed the wine on the drawing paper with a "poof".

At this time, he quickly picked up a good brush, his hand was like a swimming dragon, and he smeared on the drawing paper.

He looked extremely focused, and some sweat oozed from his forehead. The originally snow-white face flushed, and it looked even more touching.

The little guy next to him and the soul refining cultivator all looked at it with worried eyes, not daring to make a sound, for fear that it would disturb the young man's painting.

The people in the restaurant all stopped the wine glasses and chopsticks in their hands, didn't say a word, and didn't dare to come out, for fear of alarming the young man, in case a peerless masterpiece was destroyed, he would definitely be scolded to death.

In less than half an hour, the boy threw away the brush, as if he could no longer support it, his body was crooked, and the clever little man hurriedly supported him. On the side, a middle-aged man in armor who looked like a sergeant had prepared a soft chair that he had brought with him, and the young man fell into the soft chair, panting.

The sharp-eyed person had already stretched his neck to see the original appearance of the painting, oops, what a "Jiang Xue Solo Fishing Picture".

A cold winter pine river, cold as ice, pine snow on both sides, a lonely boat on the river sitting on the clothed people, as if fishing for a lifetime of loneliness, people can't help but live endless loneliness.

There are so many people here who can't wait to go fishing in the cold wind on the Songjiang River immediately, so as to feel this beautiful feeling of loneliness.

With reluctance and melancholy, everyone watched the young man in the blood fox cloak being escorted out of the restaurant by the servants, and everyone realized that there were not a few chopsticks on the table of wine and food.

This is the real elegance, not to come here for wine, not for making friends with people, just to see the beautiful scenery and quietly leave.

Although the boy left, it was as if he had not left, and everyone's topic revolved around this person.

Whether it is the artistic conception or the technique, it is everyone's demeanor, especially this young man is not very old, but he can paint such a painting with vicissitudes, it is really not simple!

There is also the style before the pen, a sip of sake sprinkled on the drawing paper, a little ink scattered between the hands. Such a wild posture, like those crazy creatures in ancient legends, is really a strange person.

Even the fishing man has some discussion. This person didn't know that Songjiang fish moved quickly and had always been at the bottom of the river, and people who didn't have the power to practice water would never be able to catch it.

"He's not fishing, he's fishing for eternity!" Someone sighed.

"I don't think it's loneliness, it's the wildness of fishing in the wind and snow." There were objections.

In any case, everyone wants to know, who is the young man who paints?

"It's so tired and hot, and I have to hold the stove!" Zhong Zhen arrived at the inn room that he had chartered, threw the hand stove aside, took off his cloak, and sat on the bed. She took out a folding fan that she would use to hold elegance in the future, shook it open, and kept fanning it towards her face.

Xiao Cheng muttered beside him: "You are still tired, there is wine and food and someone to serve, I sat on the river blowing the cold wind and pretended to fish, I went before dawn early in the morning, and sat for a few hours, then I was really tired." ”

Lu Jinyu slapped Xiao Cheng's head, "Tell you to pretend to fish and not really go fishing, just stop the boat, east and west for a while, what are you doing." (To be continued.) )