Cao Xiu had a certain idea in his heart, and then said with a slight smile: "Since the prince of the county has already made a proposition, let the subordinates retire first, carefully think about how to compose the picture, and then ask the cousin of the Cui family to write a poem." ”

Qi Xuanhui looked at Qi Xuanli's strange smile, and with this topic, he was also a little deliberate, knowing that this person had the heart of the school examination.

To go deeper, even if the ninth brother of his own family thinks that this third son of the Cao family is still a little interesting, this is to take a test of real talent and real learning, to see if it is as powerful as rumored?

He looked at Cao Xiu and said lightly: "Cao Sangongzi just go, just paint quietly, don't pay attention to the rest, today is just a gathering for everyone, there is no time limit, you just have to paint slowly." ”

Seeing that His Royal Highness the Thirteenth was so considerate, Cao Xiu was afraid that he would be anxious because of the rush of time, so he deliberately ordered such a sentence to help himself feel relieved, and couldn't help but smile at Qi Xuanhui gratefully, where can he waste more time? Then he turned around and walked to the bookcase.

In fact, after he heard this proposition of King Ruijun, he vaguely had a general idea in his heart.

Just half a month ago, according to the past practice, he took his small servant to the ancestral hall in the backyard to add sesame oil, but he didn't expect that on the way back, suddenly the sky rained.

The people accompanying him did not carry rain gear, and the boundary he traveled to at that time was also a very remote place, Cao Xiu saw that the rain was not small, so he could only take shelter from the rain in the octagonal pavilion near the middle of the mountain.

Waiting for the rain to be lighter and then setting up another method, unexpectedly, this helpless move unexpectedly made Cao Xiu see the scenery that he couldn't see in the past, and felt the mood that he couldn't usually feel.

He chose this octagonal pavilion to shelter from the rain, built in the middle of the mountain, with an extremely wide field of vision, just facing the southwest corner of a pool of clear water.

Because of the remoteness of this place, the people of the Ming'an Hou Mansion probably haven't had time to clean up here, and a large lotus leaf at the corner of the lake has dried up and withered, and this raindrop can even break it and fall on the surface of the lake.

Cao Xiu looked at the stumps in his eyes, and occasionally there were one or two little girls who had to come out on an errand at this time, their status was low, where they dared to be like themselves, open-minded, sitting in the pavilion to hide from the rain?

I was afraid that I would not be able to do it in time, and I would be scolded by my mother and sisters, so I had to brave the rain and move forward, watching the little girl shrink up, cover her head with her hands, and stagger by with her sleeves.

His home has always been prosperous, even if it is a cold winter wax moon, it always makes people feel warm, he really didn't expect that in his yard, there can be such a bleak and desolate, emotional scene.

Although he was wearing a cloak at the time, he still felt a chill all over his body, and because of this situation, his thoughts drifted farther away.

Until this time, Cao Xiu seemed to be able to feel the chill from his heart, early winter, early winter, this is not only the name of a season, but also connected with people's moods and thoughts.

How long can we keep our home prosperous? A year? Decade? I? Two lives?

As the saying goes, flowers are not red for a hundred days, and one day after all, their own family will also fall.

Cao Xiu sighed that he couldn't control the affairs of the future generations, but now there is something he can do, that is, he will do his best to protect his family and his family's joy.

And the two nobles in front of him may be the guiding light of their own family, or the torch that burns down their home.

But whether it is a guiding light or a torch that destroys the house and destroys the house, Cao Xiu feels that it is worth a try, and compared to the concerns of always thinking about it before and after, he is more inclined to go all out and not leave regrets for his life.

Thinking of this, Cao Xiu's heart was settled, a confident smile appeared on his face, he pulled the wide sleeves with one hand, and picked up the tortoiseshell mica-embedded xuan pen on the case with the other, and dipped it in the ink that the servant had polished.

Full of confidence in front of the snow-white, and with a faint orchid fragrance of rice paper, the key first stroke.

From the moment Cao Xiu made the first stroke, people around him began to come over to watch one after another, because it could not affect Cao Xiu's state of mind, everyone consciously stood far away.

The first person to come over was none other than Cui Changjian, he was also assigned a task, since he was going to write a poem with Cao Xiu's paintings, then he naturally had to see what he was going to paint first.

At this time, these two-for-tat people are two grasshoppers tied together, no one can run, and the one who doesn't play well is a shame, where does he dare to take it lightly?

From Cao Xiu's pen to the last drop of raindrop on the lake, Cui Changjian really looked at it and engraved the whole painting in his heart.

This painting, Cao Xiuhui shared half an hour, which can be said to be completed in one go.

Even Cui Changjian, who has always had an opinion on Cao Xiu, can't help but admire that this cheap cousin really has two brushes.

The painting in front of him is still the style that Cao Xiu used to use in the past, but the black ink has no other color.

On the picture is a corner of an octagonal pavilion in the middle of the mountain, in the distance is a fluttering rain curtain, as well as the yellow and brittle residual lotus, the cold wind on the cobblestone path, blowing the little maid passing by, huddled up, so pitiful.

Her slender body, as well as the sleeves that barely covered her head, coupled with her staggering steps, revealed a cold and lonely chill everywhere.

You say it's autumn, it's definitely much colder than autumn, but you want to say it's winter, but it's not cold to that extent, and the span of time is just right in this painting.

Even the little maid who couldn't see her face clearly and her posture was so cute that she couldn't let people stand in front of her and shield her from the wind and rain.

Qi Xuanhui has never seen Cao Xiu's masterpieces in his previous life and present life, and his current feelings are not exaggerated to say that he is surprised, you must know that Cao Xiu is only thirteen years old, but the painting in front of him has fully possessed the skills of Cao Xiu in his previous life, when he was about thirty years old!

This shows that I don't know why, this Dajing Dynasty, the Cao family in the painting world during the period of Emperor Wenhua, suddenly had a feeling, I don't know why, I have a different feeling in my heart, and the inspiration is sudden, and I suddenly jumped forward for more than ten years!

"Could this be because of my rebirth, which made a mistake and gave Cao Sangongzi a chance?" Qi Xuanhui couldn't help but speculate secretly in his heart.

Speaking of which, I really can't blame this Thirteenth Highness for thinking about it, in fact, Cao Xiu's progress this time is really something that should not have been in his previous life.

In the previous life, Cao Sangongzi had a stable life, and there were no major disasters, and his painting skills were all with the growth of grades, knowledge and vision, and the broad-mindedness of his mind, which gradually changed and deepened.

But in this life, because of the sudden addition of this cousin Qing, his grandmother and uncle, plus the three fathers, he paid more and more attention to the ancestral hall.

People outside don't know that in the ear room on the right hand of the Cao family ancestral hall, in the door that is locked all year round, Cao Yunxiu's tablet is silently enshrined, as well as her portrait and some old things.

In the past, the mother who took care of the ancestral hall added incense and oil, but since Cui Wanqing appeared, the eldest uncle didn't know what he had thought, but he asked Cao Yun to personally come to add incense and oil every time he was on a day off.

As soon as Cao Xiu saw that his second brother had done this, how could he, as a younger brother, be lazy? As soon as the brothers discussed, if you have it, don't rush to do it, just take turns.

In this way, Cao Xiu looked at the rain on the railing that day, and asked for affection, if he realized something, I don't know if this is counted, and there is a good reward for sincerity?

Cui Changjian saw the praise around him, one after another, and he was even more energetic in his heart, for fear that he would be compared to his cheap cousin and ruin his reputation in his life.

Fortunately, he is a person who is used to seeing big scenes, and in this situation, he can still do not be in a hurry or panic, but he once again took a deep look at the painting, and then silently withdrew from the crowd, walked outside the pavilion, put his hands behind his back, and slowly paced, thinking about the pictures that appeared in his mind, and secretly thinking about the good sentence.

Gradually, Cao Xiu's painting became bigger and bigger in his mind, and finally it was deeply engraved in his mind that the residual lotus fluttering in the wind and rain, and the woman staggering in the winter rain.

"In the early winter, it rains at home, and the residual lotus pond is full of depressions. The shadow staggered halfway by, and the cloud sleeves covered the rain and flowers. Cui Changjian's seven-word quatrain, not much, just four sentences, not long, just twenty-eight words, but concise, but it sums up the painting extremely perfectly.

Qi Xuanli planned to strictly assess the two cousins in a critical way, but in the face of the two brothers, Qi Qi's super-standard performance, he still couldn't help but clap his hands and praise: "Okay, what a shadow staggering through the road, and the cloud sleeves cover the rain and flowers." ”

Qi Xuanhui looked at the paintings on the desk, reminiscing about Cui Changjian's poems in his heart, and he suddenly remembered that in his previous life, he was drinking with Cui Wanyun in the garden once, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed, and the rain poured down.

I didn't know how to smoke the wind at that time, so I had to ask Cui Wanyun to go to the other side of the lake in person, break a branch of March peach blossoms with rain, and no one was allowed to follow and serve them, so I let Cui Wanyun pick the flowers by herself.

As a result, the delicate Cui Wanyun took care of the umbrella in her right hand, so she didn't care about the peach blossom branch picked by her left hand, and staggered in the rain. ”

After that, Cui Wanyun had a fever for two days, more than half a month, and she still coughed, if it weren't for the imperial doctor's clever methods, I am afraid that Cui Wanyun would have gone that time.

I think that at that time, Cui Wanyun had only just entered the palace for two or three years, and she was at a young age, with a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure. R1152