Li Zesi didn't answer, just nodded silently, looking at the magnificent and orderly bookshelves, Zhou Hui's expression was a little disgusted: he didn't like it here, and almost all the books didn't like to read. The books that talk about how to abide by morality and debate the truth of the world seem to him to be some kind of mystical and boring gossip - if you have enough to eat and have nothing to do, it is more important to pay attention to how wonderful real life is. Why pursue some empty talk in mid-air?

Yue Feng stood in the middle of the patio, quietly waiting. The soft sunlight shone on his face, which was wandering in his eyes, shining with a dry light. In front of him and behind him, ten huge landscapes hung like curtains, gently swaying with the breeze blowing in from the vents. From a distance, it looks like countless black clouds, densely packed in bright space. Because someone had already informed him in advance, under the arrangement of his kind colleagues, Yue Feng put it in the attic, and all the works that he had recently painted were taken out. In just a dozen days, he had painted so much, and there was basically no repetition, as if a terrifying fountain of creativity was gushing out of him for no reason.

Zhou Hui stood there, not approaching, he stopped about ten steps away from Yue Feng, raised his head, and looked from the left to the right with a razor-sharp gaze, and then sighed. Li Zesi understood: King Wu refused to surrender. He still can't tolerate people who are different from him. This last effort still ended in failure. Although he felt that Yue Feng was very pitiful, the secret warlock told himself: Do your best and obey the destiny of heaven. Danqing is a trivial matter, and the most important thing this time is to clear Yue Feng's suspicion of murder.

Before Zhou Hui could speak, he took a step forward and asked Yue Feng, "Have you left the secluded mansion in the past two days?" Yue Feng glanced at him quietly, his eyes didn't seem to be focused: "No." "Do you have any witnesses?" Standing next to him was the young scribe who had complained to Li Zesi about Yue Feng's unfair treatment, and he arched his hand: "Forgive the villain's interjection, Yue Feng really never left, the villain is responsible for cleaning the courtyard around the Youguan Junzi Building every morning, from the east to the dawn, he is always in the attic." Zhu Zhi and Li Gongzi, when they entered the study in the morning, were after the first morning light, because there were no lights and candles burning at the scene, it can be seen that they were reading in the morning, and there would be no possibility of killing people in the second half of the night.

Li Zesi looked at Zhou Hui inquiringly, but the latter didn't listen at all, just stared at the huge pictures hanging intently. After a long time, he was suddenly startled and replied coldly, "Well, I see." "Is he going to change his judgment? Li Zesi looked at King Wu who was too focused suspiciously. Yue Feng was obviously not interested in clearing his suspicions, he just asked in a snort: "Your Highness, these paintings are ......" Zhou Hui lowered his head, raised his voice, and his tone was similar to the past, calmly a little excessive: "I have thought of a lot of ways to try to make you understand that you have done nothing above Danqing." However, you seem to be obsessed with it. ”

Yue Feng's face turned pale. "Talent is not something that can be obtained by desperate persistence and countless costs. Just like a natural mute, even if you drill your throat and read countless music scores, you can't sing beautifully. The argument that diligence can make up for clumsiness, is just a consolation for those fools. Yes, you can become proficient, you can become fast, but you can never grasp that feeling, and that's the difference between genius and mediocrity. Everyone can be not bad, but from 'not bad' to 'good' to 'perfect', there is still the same distance between heaven and earth. ”

"All I can say is that you don't fit into this world. Do you really know what people want to see? Painting is a pair of eyes that you want to show people, not a dense fog for unknown reasons. "Perhaps, in a long, long time, people will understand your image and may be crazy about you, but that's for later. I can responsibly tell you that this is unlikely to be the case, at least for the time I live. The muscles on Yue Feng's face twitched as if he had been torn apart.

Zhou Hui nodded and called the servants who were waiting outside: "You bring the things that have been prepared." Before the others present could understand, the servants had quickly brought in a huge table and placed the four treasures of the study, and someone had skillfully ground the ink and spread out the white paper. Zhou Hui stood in front of the table, lifted the pen, didn't raise his head, and said, "Yue Feng, I hope you can use your own eyes to see clearly." The moment he put pen to paper, Li Zesi realized what he was going to do with lightning speed: Zhou Hui, who could easily learn and possess any kind of talent, was going to take away what he had from Yue Feng!

A hurricane of pain and hatred grabbed the mystic, and he rushed forward to try to stop King Wu, but the latter stopped him with an unprecedentedly stern look: You are not qualified to stop. Here I am the king, and you are a dog! Li Zesi stopped, and a sense of powerless emptiness stretched coldly into his mind from behind along his spine. Zhou Hui held his breath and stared, and did not look up at any of the paintings, walking on the snow-white paper like a fly, and the ink splashed, like a fine rain of ice, spraying in all directions. In less than half an hour, he suddenly stopped writing, straightened up, threw the pen away, turned around and left. In between, Yue Feng was like a puppet, standing in the middle of his painting without moving a single step.

All the people left like a whirlwind with King Wu, only Li Zesi looked at the painting on the table and the stone carving Yue Feng painfully. After a long time, Yue Feng seemed to have just broken the immobilization spell, and he moved his limbs with difficulty, and approached almost step by step. Li Zesi stretched out his hand to stop him, trying to keep him from seeing the painting left by King Wu, but he violently pushed Li Zesi's arm away and threw himself on the table like a wolf devouring a lamb. The dripping, abundant ink color, the deep and full ravines and landscapes, the huge rocks that seem to be about to fall head-on, are full of abhorrent familiarity to the bone. The style is the same, but it is by no means an exact imitation of copying. It is different from all of Yue Feng's paintings, but even the author himself can't believe that it is not his own. Even, to some extent, Zhou Hui's is better.

was snatched away. The important talent that supported his life like a pillar was snatched away in this way. King Wu used this painting to tell Yue Feng very clearly: You are nothing at all, and the ability you are proud of is not worth mentioning. I don't know how long it took, when Yue Feng finally raised his head to look at Li Zesi, the secret warlock could hardly bear to look at him. A trance-like, broken smile hung on his lips, Yue Feng's face strangely became very soft and calm, and even the brows that were originally tangled together were stretched. He thanked Li Zesi softly: "Brother Chu, thank you for your trouble, this time I am dead." ”

There is no greater mourning than death. Li Zesi didn't know what to say for a while. Yue Feng turned around, picked off the paintings one by one with a pick, rolled them one by one with the most loving movements, hugged them with a full embrace, and walked in front of Li Zesi: "I'll leave for my hometown tomorrow." It's a shame to say, and in the end, I want to ask you to do me a favor. "What?" "If it weren't for His Royal Highness the Five, I would probably still be stubbornly clinging to the wrong idea, but fortunately, His Highness's words broke the dream man and made me realize that Danqing is not my path, this kind of great kindness is more important than saving my life.

These paintings are useless to me, and I don't want to take them back, but the thought of having to be touched by those ignorant subordinates makes me feel so uncomfortable that I die, so, if possible, I would like to ask His Highness the Fifth Highness to destroy them with his own hands, whether it is pasting the windows or throwing them into the brazier...... Being ruined by a real master like His Royal Highness the Five is also a blessing for these paintings. "Uh......" "Sounds ridiculous, right?" If you're struggling, don't force it. "Nope." Li Zesi felt compassion, "It's just a gesture." When Li Zesi left the secluded mansion with these paper scrolls, he looked back and saw that in the pigeon-cage-like attic outside the Junzi Building, Yue Feng's back was busy, as if he was packing his luggage.

I hope that when he returns home, his life will be peaceful and stable. Li Zesi turned around: Just treat this unfortunate Tianyuan journey as an ethereal dream at dawn, waking up with tears is many times better than sleeping in a daze. In order to properly transport these paintings and fulfill Yue Feng's wish, Li Zesi decided to call a carriage after coming to Tianyuan's avenue, but somehow there was no car that could be hired. The mystic sorcerer was anxious when he saw a light and beautiful four-wheeled carriage coming from the end of the road. He recognized it at once: Wenwen's car.

All the maids and grooms also knew him, and when the carriage approached, someone who saw him informed Wenwen, who ordered the carriage to stop, and asked through the curtain, "Li Zesi, what are you holding?" Li Zesi roughly said two sentences, and Wenwen didn't understand it, but he knew that he wanted to hire a car to go to Wu Wangfu. The county lord said with a big grin: "Don't wait, I'll send you over, I'm idle anyway." You come up. "Although she is a noble lady who has not yet married, in this era of Tian Yuan, she is unexpectedly more tolerant, and she has a special literary status, a prominent family, and is favored by the palace, so she doesn't care about the eyes of outsiders. She beckoned Li Zesi into the car, and a thin curtain fell in the middle, and while letting the people divert to Wu Wangfu, she asked, "What's going on?" ”

Li Zesi talked in detail about the origin of these paintings, of course, the murder behind them, etc., but he didn't say anything. Wen Wen frowned when he heard this: "It's really bad that this kid uses his tricks to depress others again." "The Fifth Highness is just straightforward." "You defend him, I see, the poor man just wants him to get the painting done, right? It's up to me. "Huh?" "However, I won't let him destroy these paintings, I'm going to hang them up and force him to look at them, hum. Li Zesi was really surprised at this time: "That's ...... All right? ”

"What's good or bad, is it easy for people to learn to draw? He's just abusing people like this, it's just inhumane, I want to teach him a good lesson. These paintings are hung in my house when I go back, and then I invite him to dinner every day, I have to look at him stupidly, hahaha. Li Zesi was a little hesitant: although this was different from what Yue Feng had agreed, it was a good destination for these beautiful paintings. Moreover, it can be regarded as a curve that has achieved the purpose of letting Zhou Hui see it. "But," Wenwen lowered his voice slyly, "you have to do the thing you said last time." ”

The secret warlock suddenly realized: Wenwen wanted him to take the initiative to bow to Zhou Hui, and the matter of hanging a painting was just an exchange of conditions. Thinking of this, he smiled with relief: "It's too easy. Wenwen, you bet with Stinky Chess again, right? Rest assured, you must win this time. In private, Li Zesi would also call Wenwen by his nickname. Wen Wen was on the other side of the curtain, scratching his head embarrassedly, as if he showed an embarrassed smile that had been seen through: "Well, you found out." However, it's an appointment! I've lost a lot lately, so I'm sure to win it back this time. "That's nature. Wrap it around me. ”

So, when he arrived at Wu Wangfu, Li Zesi jumped down alone, and all the paintings were handed over to Wenwen to take back to Wenfu. Before leaving, Wenwen asked someone to go in and invite King Wu to dinner in the evening. She and Li Zesi winked tacitly, and then left briskly in the car. Li Zesi entered Zhou Hui's study with the maid who was on the post, and the latter was also well aware of the county lord's bet, and stood aside with a smile, waiting to see a good show. The mystic sorcerer naturally walked up to the five princes who deliberately pretended to be reading and ignored him, and coughed. Zhou Hui didn't look up: "If you are sick and drink water, don't come here to shed poison." ”

Li Zesi knelt down slowly and arched his hand upward: "The sins of his subordinates have made His Highness angry." Zhou Hui didn't say anything. There is black and white in the world, people are superior and inferior, and people have their own limits. I figured it out. Only then did the fifth prince show joy: "Actually, I also had a little bit of it just now." Brother Chu, get up, I can't get used to you kneeling there. The two looked at each other and smiled, and the estrangement of many days was lifted. The maid who was watching next to her covered her mouth and finished the music, and also came over to give a salute: "Fifth Highness, Lord Wenjun, please talk about it in the evening." "Oh!" Zhou Hui's spiritual leader came, and he dropped the book, "What dish code?" ”

"The anchovy sent by 800 miles of urgency is frozen all the way, and there is no peculiar smell at all." When Zhou Hui heard this, Huo Di stood up and walked out: "Don't say it early!" Tell you cooks, all of them are steamed with scales, and if he dares to cook them in chicken broth, I will kill his head! Set of cars! After a while, the sound of wheels sounded outside the door, and the four-horse express car, pulling a king of Wu who was in a hurry to eat, galloped away all the way.