Walking in this Qingyun spectrum at night, the wild goose falls in a desolate mood.

Winter Ash must not have imagined that her uncle had never been far away from her.

This Qingyun spectrum is only a foothill away from the Aviation Engineering College.

Perhaps, Winter Ash once passed by it, but never thought to go in and take a look, because it was just a dilapidated Taoist courtyard surrounded by a courtyard wall.

Yes, Qingyunpu was originally a Taoist academy, and the host was of course a Taoist priest, but he had been a monk for more than 10 years, and he was still young before becoming a monk, and he was a descendant of the dignified Ming Dynasty royal family. No matter how his outward identity changed, history has left him with one of his most fundamental identities: that of the outstanding painter of late 17th-century China.

His name is Zhu Qi, also known as Bada Shanren, Xue Ge, etc., and he is the descendant of Ning Xiangong Zhu Quan, the seventeenth son of Zhu Yuanzhang, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

In 223 years before Zhu Qi was born, Zhu Quan was sealed in Nanyan Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing, which is the long-term reason why Qingyunpu appeared in such a remote suburb. Zhu Quan is also an all-round artist, and also believes in Taoism, which is a magical echo with Zhu Qi more than 200 years later, but poor Zhu Qi has faced the final collapse of the Zhu dynasty, and can only be a monk or a Taoist, hiding in a secluded place to escape the political storm after the change of dynasty, and using a brush to create a lonely spiritual world. Speaking of which, Zhu Quan, who was in the heyday of the Ming Dynasty, also hid, and he was suspicious of Ming Chengzu because of things, so he hid in the self-built "Jinglu" to play the piano. But in comparison, Zhu Qi's evasion is obviously more desperate and poignant, so it is more worthy of posterity's taste.

A few years ago, it was mentioned that it would be repaired, but somehow, it was stopped again, and the current half-pulled project was formed.

When Yanluo learned that Jiang Zhongmin was "forbidden" at this time, he must still sigh in his heart, this generation of tyrants is like this, it is inevitable that it will take too much care of the origin of this Taoist academy, and it will become more and more desolate.

What kind of courtyard can provide so many shocking desolations for later generations of art history; What kind of rotten wood, decayed grass, defeated lotus, and cold river, corresponding to the arrogance hidden in the painter's robe, when Yanluo was brought into this Qingyun spectrum by the guards through layers of sentry cards, the atmosphere of great attainments in the face of Yanluo had to admire: Jiang Zhongmin is worthy of a generation of national weapons, and Wu Quwen can be called everyone.

There's still hanging over there, and the last time I came, I saw him half finished painting,

A picture of grapes,

At that time, when Yanluo saw it for the first time, his spirit was suddenly shocked.

As you go deeper into the corridor,

His "Ink Peony", "Huangjia Picture", "Moon Bamboo", and "Miscellaneous Flower Picture Long Scroll" ...... I felt that the life of this "real minister" poured out dripping and sprinkled ink and lines, and there was untaminess and helplessness swimming behind the restless brushwork. Standing proudly, there is still an unspeakable concern in the bottom of my heart......

I saw that there was only one hospital bed in the empty room, and the most advanced medical equipment was readily available. The last time I saw it was not like this, a simple little bed, there was no bookshelf opposite, only a row of narrow folded wooden boards from left to right in the corner of the wall, and the books were stacked layer by layer to form a book wall. Yanluo asked privately why he didn't make a bookshelf. Nagasaki, that is, the chief guard here, said that Mr. Chiang enjoyed the pleasure of moving books, and he wanted to find a book, sit on a small stool, and move it one by one, and drink tea while opening it, so that he could spend a comfortable day.

Today, such medical devices enter the market, indicating that they have been sick for a while.

Yanluo looked at the former minister who was in a coma on the bed and inserted an oxygen tube,

Maybe because he was Dong Ash's uncle, he made himself feel closer, but he had to admit that he really didn't know Jiang Zhongmin well enough. When you have a sense of selfish power, you can't see the "carelessness" behind these fierce generals, and you always think about how to control him, rather than really appreciating him.

Last time I came, I saw him,

The goose falls many times want to mention the winter ash,

Jiang Zhongmin stopped it with a look,

"You are here to ask about business, and mentioning 'private' is not worth your father's cultivation of you for so many years."

The goose fell into the right color, this is the real good ingenuity of a minister, some of his strategies can not be said to be far-sighted, he also has difficulties, he is not indestructible, but he is doing his best, rather than watching, wise to protect himself, and even retreat......

"Last time, I only said that my blood pressure was not good, I should pay attention, why did it still become like this?" Yan Luo's eyebrows furrowed, and he asked Nagasaki.

Nagasaki is actually still apprehensive in his heart,

Why is it that as soon as something happens here, the three marshals can come immediately? It shows that the last time he came, he buried his "eyes and ears" here, which is a clear "violation of discipline", this kind of most important place, no matter who you are, so bold to "peep...... You know, without the Führer's edict, who could break in the starry night so without consent? Nagasaki can't help it, Xiao Yanluo is too strong: don't let me go in to take a look, my fighter plane is parked outside, and it's not difficult to break in.

"He actually has a little headache in the past few days, the doctor has come to see him several times, the examination is normal, and the medicine is also taking, just this morning, Mr. Jiang usually gets up at five o'clock, but no one wakes up at six o'clock, and that's it......

"Is this place well taken care of?"

Yanluo's idea is that this place is not as good as a professional hospital, although a team of experts has been stationed, it is like a small field hospital has moved in......

"You can rest assured that the medical treatment is absolutely fully guaranteed, and the current situation has stabilized, and the key is to recuperate......

As he spoke,

People hurried in,

I was embarrassed to see the geese falling, but I still whispered to Nagasaki, "The Führer is here." ”

Yan Luo walked to the other end of the bed, put one hand in the purse of his military trousers, and still looked at Jiang Zhongmin on the bed with a slight sideways head.

Footsteps approaching,

The first to come is the charter ceremony,

But he did not see the Führer come in at once,

Yan Luo took it out of his purse, "Director Zhang," greeted with a smile,

The charter ceremony walked over quickly, raised his hand as if greeting a disobedient child, and looked helpless, "My third master, let's avoid it first, the head of state has already given you the steps, this is not a good face, it is okay to say ...... below"

Yan Luo smiled, "The Führer also played to cover his ears and steal the bell, don't help me round the field, I came all the way, I didn't eat two meals, so I just left, I must be unwilling." ”

"Then what do you want, there will be a good arrangement here......"

As he spoke,

The Führer still came in,

"Rebel, do you look like you're here to make trouble!"

Yan Luo pointed to Jiang Zhongmin on the bed,

"He's also my uncle, and I'm making trouble for my winter ash, and I'm still quite presentable."

(Today is the whole 600 Weibo, so I sent a koi to everyone to transfer, and it is the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, or I wish everyone a rainbow and a long wind)