Riding alone on Chasing Wind Yellow, with the umbrella rewarded to him by the system, he braved the heavy rain to march to the camp of the female army.

The female army was more than 700 miles away from Huoyi City, and after rushing forward for a hundred miles, the sun shone down in the sky, and half of the distance was covered with dark clouds, and half of the sky was clear, making the scenery look magnificent.

The sky is getting dark, and there is a large city in front of it, called the Buddha Bone City.

Legend has it that under the stupa here is buried the relics of the high monk Garuda, hence the name.

Xia Ji was not in a hurry, and after staying in the inn of Buddha Bone City, he wanted to see the local customs.

Walking casually on the street, I saw a group of people surrounding in front of me, as if something had happened.

Squeezed into the middle of the crowd, I saw a scholar in Tsing Yi, his clothes were worn and white in many places, but he did not hide his eyebrows and looked very temperamental.

Some young girls who had just become adults looked at this scholar with a little red face, obviously very fond of him.

The scholar stopped an official sedan chair on the street, blocked it in the middle of the street, and said loudly: "My lord, I have painted a painting, and I invite you to take a look at it." ”

Xia Yu understood that in the early Sui Dynasty, there were people who met with senior officials in this way in order to ask for their introduction.

This is called drying.

The servant on the right side of the sedan chair was obviously a butler and the like, and he looked at the scholar proudly: "Go, go, go." Lord Guozijian went home to sacrifice wine, how can I waste saliva here with you, if you don't leave, don't blame me for letting people drive away. ”

A few Sui soldiers came over, and they were about to drive the scholar away.

At this time, a hand stretched out from the sedan chair and shouted: "Stop, what are you doing here?" ”

The butler stood with his hands solemn and stepped aside.

Guozi priest Cai Yong walked out of the sedan chair, purple face, purple robe python belt, black leather boots, extravagant.

He calmly walked up to the scholar: "Who is your surname, and where is your name?" ”

Seeing Cai Yong, there was a hint of dodging in the scholar's eyes, and then he replied loudly: "In Xiayu Shinan, Yangzhou people's clan." I think my calligraphy and painting are outstanding, and I want to ask adults to look at it! ”

Cai Yong nodded, unfolded a corner of the painting, and looked at it carefully: "Yes, yes, your painting is extraordinary, and the pen is vigorous, it is really a rare painting." ”

Hearing Cai Yong say this, Yu Shinan was quite grateful and was about to speak.

Cai Yong turned to the housekeeper: "Steward Liu, don't you usually have a deep study of paintings, and you also appreciate this painting." ”

"My lord, this is your scholar's business, I don't know a single big word, how can I appreciate it?"

"If you can't appreciate it, you can also hang it in the middle hall, or put it in the thatched house, it's also good to be a piece of paper, this is a good Xuancheng paper."

Steward Liu also instantly understood what Cai Yong meant, my lord was trying to humiliate Yu Shinan.

Yu Shinan's fair face suddenly turned red.

Steward Liu said: "Since the adults are so loving, then I am better to be respectful than to obey my fate." ”

As he spoke, he was about to take the painting, and Yu Shinan reached out and grabbed the painting: "The husband can't bully the young, and Lord Cai can't help but bully people too much." ”

Cai Yong sneered: "You say that I deceive people too much, so I will ask you, when I went to Beijing to take the exam, I just said a word about you, and you humiliated me in public." Now that I'm an official, you're just a white man. ”

He turned to the onlookers: "You don't know this Yu Shinan yet, he is the son of the concubine in the family, and this concubine was also born in the Qinglou, how can the son of a prostitute like this be an official." ”

Yu Shinan lowered his head in pain, and the fingers of his hands were embedded in the flesh.

"At that time, the Taiji Hall was examined, Yu Shinan High School, but now His Majesty learned of his origin and dismissed his Jinshi. Haha......"

"So that's the case, it turns out that this scholar is the son of a prostitute, and his background is so low!"

"That's it, people like him are not honestly engaged in farming, and they still want to have some benefits, it's really a toad who wants to eat swan meat and want to be beautiful!"

"If I were him, I would stay at home every day, never come out, and toss around."

Those girls who admired Yu Shinan also cast disdainful glances at him.

Yu Shinan looked at Cai Yong coldly, and said loudly: "Lord Cai, I, Yu Shinan, am just a dragon trapped in the shallows for a while, and there will be a day when I will be developed, and I will repay today's humiliation in the future!" ”

Cai Yong took out his earwax: "Wait until Brother Yu is developed in the future, and then come and tell me such things." ”

Xia Yu has been watching from the sidelines, Yu Shinan is one of the most famous calligraphers and painters in the late Sui and early Tang Dynasties, and Liu Gongquan and Yu Suiliang are called the three masters, which will be passed down to future generations.

It's ridiculous that Cai Yong actually laughed at such a famous calligrapher, which really made people laugh out of their big teeth.

When Yu Shinan left, everyone gradually dispersed, and Xia Yu followed closely behind him, but in the blink of an eye, the other party disappeared.

On the right-hand side is a small alley, where Yu Shinan used to be, and he was talking to a boss who sold calligraphy and paintings in the open air.

Xia Yu pretended to be looking at calligraphy and painting, but his ears listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

"Yu Gongzi, Huang Dongyuan's paintings are becoming popular in the Buddha Bone City recently, and calligraphy and painting masters like Yu Gongzi only need to stamp Huang Dongyuan's seal on it......"

Seeing that Yu Shinan didn't speak, the boss thought that he was lively and no longer stubborn, so he smiled and said: "Of course, Huang Dongyuan's seal doesn't have to worry about Yu Gongzi, I will find a way for you." ”

"Shut up, I don't know how much better my paintings are than Huang Dongyuan's, why should I ghostwrite for him? From then on, my paintings will never be sold to you again. ”

Yu Shinan interrupted coldly, looking at the boss with red eyes.

The boss was not angry: "Since Yu Gongzi doesn't want to say this, then I'll talk to you, you have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on credit from me, and the total is three taels and eight dollars of silver, Chenghui, even if I count you three taels of silver, you will settle the money for me now." ”

Yu Shinan's face turned red, he had only been in the Buddha Bone City for a month, and the expenses on his body had been almost used, not to mention three taels of silver, even if he couldn't take out a penny of silver.

"Boss, do you sell paintings here?" A gentleman with a big belly came to the painting stall and sighed: "Isn't this Yu Shinan, who is conceited and talented?" I heard that he is good at drawing. ”

"Tang Gongzi, you are right, this Yu Gongzi is a Danqing skill, and he paints a good picture."

This person's name is Tang Moyan, the son of a cloth merchant in the Buddha Bone City, who only knows how to mess around in the Qinglou on weekdays, and where to know what to paint.

Tang Moyan casually took out a silver ingot weighing ten taels, and burped with wine: "Give me three paintings of Gongzi Yu!" ”

The boss hurriedly wrapped the painting for Tang Moyan, and held it with both hands: "Tang Gongzi, this is the painting you want!" ”