All right.

The two words fell, and the imperial garden suddenly boiled like an oil pot.

So, this girl from the Ruan family is really crazy, right? Does she know who the old monster is? Does she know who she is?

This world is simply chaotic!

At this time, the civil and military officials and their families were all frightened, and all kinds of strange cries came from every corner.

There was much less ridicule than before. A madman is not worthy of ridicule, just sympathize with everyone.

It's just that the mood of appreciating the scenery and appreciating calligraphy and painting is gone, and the rich autumn colors in the garden seem to have been dimmed because of this crazy woman's wild words.

Who the hell put such a stupid thing into the palace?!

The emperor brushed his sleeves back and sat down, and glanced at the queen mother complainingly. The queen next to her hurriedly stepped forward to convince her, and some clever concubines came to toast with smiles.

The Queen Mother coughed, looked at Ruan Qingzhi and said, "Don't mess around!" There are so many masters of the six arts present, where is your turn to sacrifice ugliness! ”

Ruan Qingzhi lowered her eyebrows and lowered her sleeves, and her expression was faint: "Thank you for the care of the Queen Mother." It's just that if the folk girl refuses to offer ugliness, I'm afraid that this matter will not be over today, and the crime of disturbing the Chongyang Jiafeng will be deducted to death on my head. ”

When the Queen Mother heard this, she knew that she was angry, and at this point, I am afraid that it would be impossible to stop it. The emperor and some calmer ministers thought back to what had just happened, and gradually became aware of Ruan Biyun's actions of fanning the flames, and their anger gradually shifted to Ruan Biyun's body.

There is discord between the little sisters, and they just have a few words at home, how can they deliberately provoke and destroy the feast in the palace? That's just the crazy and stupid Miss Ruan, Miss Ruan Er is the one who is destined to be the queen, how can she be so ignorant!

Ruan Biyun was caught off guard and received a large number of reproachful glances, and was immediately frightened, with tears in her eyes: "Sister, let's not go, okay?" If you make trouble here, my father will scold me when I go home! ”

It's come to this, where is their sister's turn, and they can't go. Lord Gu and the few Hanlin Bachelors, Cabinet Ministers, and high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Rites who were mad were already rushing to order people to put out the table and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and urged Ruan Qingzhi to play.

Ruan Qingzhi turned around and smiled softly at her sister: "Don't be afraid. Father won't scold you, as long as I convince these people. ”

After that, she no longer paid attention to the tearful Ruan Biyun, calmly saluted the emperor and the queen mother, slowly walked to the table that had just been laid, and sat down.

At this moment, everyone has lost the interest in appreciating chrysanthemums, except for the Empress Dowager and a few concubines who are seated, everyone has gathered around the table.

Officials who love calligraphy and painting gather in the front, behind are children who love to join in the fun, and then behind are women waiting to see jokes, and there are some idlers who are not interested in calligraphy and painting but want to see people slap their faces......

All eyes were on Ruan Qingzhi's body, which was really more lively than watching monkeys on the street.

Nguyen Thanh Chi didn't know anything about this.

From the moment she sat down, all that remained in her world was the blank sheet of paper in front of her.

She couldn't remember which life she learned painting, but she remembered a stern voice in her head: "Painting is not fun!" The piece of paper and this pen in front of you are your heart, your blood, and your life! If the painter has a perfunctory heart, it is to poison the blank paper, waste these pen and ink, and tease the people who look at the painting! Even if such a person makes you famous, it is also a deception and a steal of fame, which is despicable! ”

At that time, the state of mind and purpose of learning painting have long been forgotten, but this technique of danqing has been retained to this day, and it can be regarded as not in vain the hard work that he had suffered before.

In fact, this is the first time that Ruan Qingzhi has seriously painted in this life.

The two paintings that were sent to Jumo Studio in front of her, she thought that it would be good to make a little money by painting casually, so she tried her best to imitate the painting style of the original owner, and did not really put her own mind into it.

In today's situation, in fact, she didn't have to take it too seriously. It's just that it's difficult to imitate other people's styles without stagnation, and secondly, today she has offended the adults in the garden, and I'm afraid that an ordinary work may not really be able to convince them.

The name "Old Monster Qiwu" has been deified by Mr. Maoquan, and it is not easy for even her to break this myth.

In that case, we have to go all out.

For, alive.

The mood is calm and quiet, and there are not many ups and downs. The blank paper in front of her was like a vast world, Ruan Qingzhi thought of the panic when she woke up in someone else's shell in her first life, the confusion of being killed in this life, the fairyland that she had forgotten, the past that must have been important but left no trace at all.

She stood up, flicked her sleeves, and put down her pen.

The ink smudges on the paper. Like an eagle falcon breaking through the snow, like a dragon appearing in the clear sky, like the first person hundreds of millions of years ago in the chaotic beginning of the world stretched out his waist ignorantly......

Above that vast expanse, life bloomed instantly.

At some point, the ridicule around him had stopped.

The adults who stood close only saw a plain white sleeve flying, wandering between the brushes and ink, and it didn't get wet at all.

The tip of the pen falls off the paper in an instant that is already dizzying, and the ink on the paper is splashed like the wind.

It is cold, and the mountains between heaven and earth are like gathering.

Leisurely, the clouds and mist gradually rose in the mountains.

Flying beads splash jade, and the river falls into the mortal world like the Milky Way.

Splashing and sprinkling, the world is prosperous everywhere, and the mountains and flowers are blooming all over the world.

She paints landscapes, but it is neither the cold and lonely of a mountain, rock, tree and grass house, nor the wealth and liveliness of flowers. With the pen on paper, she painted as if it were the most ordinary mountain and a most ordinary village.

It's not surprising.

This is the most direct evaluation of everyone present after seeing this scenery.

Surprisingly, however, there was no further laughter from the crowd of onlookers until the bottom half of the paper was fully painted.

Lord Gu and the others stood at the front, originally ready to laugh at any time, but after watching it for a long time, the laughter was stuck in their throats, unable to spit out or swallow, and it was uncomfortable.

"No, it's not." Master Gu muttered.

Lord Ming next to him glanced at him fiercely, as if he was blaming him for alarming others by making a sound.

Master Gu swallowed his saliva, and his voice was hoarse: "She, what she paints is not a landscape, it's a ......."

It's the world.

Many of those present had these three words in their hearts at the same time.

She paints the human world, so at first glance it doesn't look amazing. However, as the brush and ink extend little by little, and as her plain white sleeves continue to flutter and dance, the viewer seems to involuntarily follow into her painting, standing on a high mountain, looking at the mountains and rivers on the opposite side, and looking down on the villages and farmlands at their feet.

After being awakened by Lord Gu's words, many people shivered at the same time and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

It was nearly noon, the autumn sun was brilliant, and everyone was warm.

But the strange thing is that when I looked at the painting just now, everyone forgot the existence of sunlight, everyone felt that the body was cool and moist, the corners of the sideburns seemed to be foggy from time to time, and the ears seemed to faintly hear the mountain wind.

Damn it!

At that moment, a few short-tempered officials became angry again, and they wanted to scold Ruan Qingzhi for confusing people with demons.

But looking back at that painting, it is clear that it is an ordinary mountain and river scenery, where did the demon law come from?

The onlookers pondered and hesitated several times, and looked away several times, but in the end they always returned to the painting, returning to the top of this high and cold mountain under the warm sun.

Of course, the strange situation also attracted the attention of the Empress Dowager and other nobles. At present, there is no one in the park to enjoy the scenery, and all of them are gathered one after another.

The Queen Mother was supported by two palace maids, standing beside Ruan Qingzhi and watching intently, secretly horrified in her heart.

At this time, Ruan Biyun had already been squeezed to the back because of absent-mindedness. She was so small that she couldn't see the painting on the table, but she could only see Ruan Qingzhi's thin half of her shoulder swaying slightly with her right arm, as if she was dancing.

"Impossible," she gritted her back molars, "you're obviously inferior to me in that life......"

Ruan Qingzhi, who was surrounded by everyone as an island, was immersed in his own world, completely unaware of what others had seen and thought.

Half an hour has passed, and her sleeves have always flipped like a frightening wave, and she has always been plain white without any ink. At the same time, on the plain white paper, a complete world has been three-dimensional.

The onlookers only felt that the painting had become infinitely large, extending from the table, from their feet, from the Imperial Garden......

The whole world is just a picture of hers, and one of her paintings is the whole world.

However, there is still a large blank space on the painting.

The few officials who had come to their senses frowned.

Not all of them are good at painting and calligraphy, but they must have seen a lot of good paintings, and they know how a good painting should be laid out.

A good painting can certainly be left blank, but that position ...... If it is in a vacuum, the artistic conception of this painting will be greatly reduced.

In the end, he is still young and can't control such a big pattern, right? Someone said this in their hearts.

Ruan Qingzhi didn't let them wait.

The right hand was raised and scratched again, and a pen had been changed between the fingers. This time, instead of sketching in the same detail as before, he splashed directly on the paper with light ink, and slightly touched up with a slight brushstroke. After a few strokes, a lifelike phoenix pierced through the clouds and soared above the nine heavens.

In an instant, the sun shone down, and the world was bright.

The perspective of the onlookers is clearly still on the high mountain, but the cold and lonely feeling of Shicai miraculously disappears, and the sun is shining and warm outside the painting.

Some of the young children couldn't help but rub their arms together.

It's strange, just now I was cold in the cracks of my bones, why wasn't it cold in the blink of an eye?

The children don't understand, but the well-informed elders can't help but look at each other in shock.

A painting...... No, it's not a painting, it's a few brushstrokes in a painting that can affect the senses of everyone present, it's ......

Even the legendary characters who are skilled in drawing may not be able to reach such a level, right?

Suddenly, there was an uproar.

At this time, the birth of a human world has been completely witnessed, and no one dares to question Ruan Qingzhi's ability to paint.

There is only one thought left in everyone's hearts: Is this girl a ghost or a demon?

In any case, it can never be a god. After all, she is fateful, and her sister Ruan Biyun is the auspicious phoenix.

Wait, Phoenix?

Lord Gu's eyes returned to the painting, looking at the phoenix soaring above the nine skies, and their hearts were shocked.

The phoenix is in the sky, bringing light and warmth to the desolate and lonely world. This painting should be from the hand of Ruan Biyun, who is destined for the phoenix, to be reasonable!

Could it be that this demon girl is ambitious, and she wants to rob her own sister's phoenix life?

It's horrible!

Of course, not everyone thinks this way.

Everyone present was the one who thought the most about the Queen Mother. Ever since she heard Ruan Qingzhi shout the sentence "I am the destiny of the phoenix" that day, she has been muttering in her heart, and at this time, she is even more churning like the mountains on this painting.

The Queen Mother was originally a person who loved painting, but at this moment she forced herself not to look at the painting anymore, but to carefully study Ruan Qingzhi, who was painting.

She knew very well that Ruan Qingzhi's face was far inferior to Ruan Biyun's, and she had also seen Ruan Qingzhi scolding and rolling around. But at this moment, looking at this painting and then looking at the person who painted it, she really has no way to connect this girl with "bad fate".

Looking at Ruan Biyun again, the face of that noble face had already been distorted by hatred, and it looked a little terrifying under the shadow of the sun.

The Queen Mother had deeper doubts in her heart, and subconsciously took two steps forward.

At this time, Ruan Qingzhi still ignored the noisy crowd. She changed a pen again, dipped it in thick ink, lay down on the table, and began to write the inscription carefully.

As the small words fell onto the paper, there was another roar in the crowd.

The word?

The word!

Everyone got up in a mess and turned around to look at the painting that Master Gu had brought.

The more you look at it, the more terrifying it becomes.

Ruan Qingzhi didn't let them talk for too long.

After a few dozen words fell, she took off her purse and took out a small seal, which was wet and slowly printed on the painting.

The imprint under this stamp was not heavy, Ruan Qingzhi had to press the seal on the paper for a while, and then gently moved it away, and the four words of the simple atmosphere appeared on the paper.

Perched on the old monster!

The crowd exploded.

Ruan Qingzhi only slowly straightened up at this point, squinting his eyes and revealing a small fox-like smile.

"This, this, this...... How can it be an old monster? She ...... "Several old ministers rushed forward in unison, speaking incoherently, and their eyes were eager to stick to the painting.

This little girl, how can it be the old monster herself!

Qiwu old monster, shouldn't he be a respected old man?

Everyone instinctively wanted to question it, but this painting was painted by them with their eyes, and the words were also written by them with their eyes......

People are panicked, and people's voices are boiling.

In the chaos, the emperor looked at Ruan Qingzhi and said in a deep voice: "You, are you the newly famous Qiwu old monster?" ”

Ruan Qingzhi lowered his sleeves and saluted again: "The folk girl doesn't dare to deceive the saint, 'Qiwu Old Monster' is indeed the folk girl's nickname." ”

"You, haha......" the emperor laughed, "at such a young age, take such an abominable nickname!" ”

Being scolded by the emperor as "hateful", Ruan Qingzhi did not panic, but made an exaggerated expression of horror: "What? The emperor Chrysostom said that he wanted the people's daughter to change her alias to 'the hateful old monster of Qiwu'? Isn't that okay? Can the women of the people resist the decree? ”

The emperor was amused by her appearance, and nodded his fingers and scolded: "Naughty! ”

Ruan Qingzhi grinned: "Then don't change it!" I'm the old monster! ”

"No, that's not right!" Lord Gu suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty, this demon girl is bullying the king!" She said that she was an old monster, but this seal ...... This seal is not the same at all! ”

As soon as this remark came out, no one echoed it. After all, the paintings and characters are shocking enough, and everyone has to accept that Ruan Qingzhi is an old monster.

The emperor looked at Ruan Qingzhi along with everyone: "How do you explain?" ”

Ruan Qingzhi smiled calmly: "Very easy to explain." Gu, the seal is different because my first two paintings and a few words are stamped with my own hand-carved seals; And the seal I brought today is a gift from Mr. Maoquan after the first batch of calligraphy and paintings were sent to Jumo Zhai. ”

The seal engraved by Mr. Moizumi!

As soon as this remark came out, it alarmed a large number of people.

Is Mr. Moquan's seal available to everyone? His old man has a strange temper, and he doesn't make a career out of it, and the people who can get the seal from his old man in Beijing add up to only a palm, and that is an honor that can only be obtained after asking for permission in every way!

However, everyone thought about it, if it was an old monster in Qiwu, it would not be unusual to get a seal from Mr. Maoquan.

Unexpectedly......

Everyone felt that their hearts were in turmoil, and they couldn't tell what it was like.

Women, children, people who are rejected by the world. None of these identities are worth a closer look at by these bosses.

Not contempt, but complete disregard.

But today, a girl who was completely ignored by them suddenly became a master that they could not match in their lifetime, how can this be accepted!

Master Gu looked at Ruan Qingzhi, and then looked at the words that he had purchased at a high price and regarded them as treasures, and his face suddenly turned red.

It's not because of shame, but because I suddenly regret it - I knew that "Qiwu Old Monster" was this demon girl, and I wouldn't want that word for nothing!

Now what? That painting has made him a joke in the eyes of everyone, and it will not be his turn to offer treasures, and no one will come to buy them, and he feels blocked by the collection. It's annoying!

Ruan Qingzhi turned around and saw Lord Gu's face, and continued to smile: "Don't be embarrassed, the word in your hand is torn." ”

Master Gu was stunned.

Someone next to him hurriedly asked, "What is the reason?" Even if it's your word, it was bought at a high price by Lord Gu, why did you tear it? ”

Ruan Qingzhi said calmly: "Because, I didn't write that handwriting. If I don't do it, but I use my name, that's called a 'fake.'" ”

"How is that possible!" Gu Da was so angry that he jumped up.

Ruan Qingzhi glanced at the painting and said calmly, "That's the case. Lord Gu's calligraphy wasn't purchased from Jumo Zhai, right? ”

Master Gu opened his mouth.

Ruan Qingzhi smiled and sighed: "Lord Gu can be regarded as a perennial goose hunter, but he was pecked by a goose. The handwriting was clearly traced by someone else on my handwriting on paper, don't you find that it is soft and has no strength? ”

Master Gu instinctively shook his head.

If that's not a lot of power, then what kind of words are powerful?

Ruan Qingzhi didn't say a word, turned around and returned to the table to spread out a blank piece of paper again, and the pen walked and the dragon snake wrote the words the same way, throwing the pen: "Master Gu, this is the real handiwork." ”

Lord Gu's face swelled like an eggplant.

The rest of the crowd looked at the writing on the table, but they were shocked.

This painting didn't put as much effort into it as a painting, so it wasn't as shocking as that painting to see Ruan Qingzhi as a ghost. When everyone looked at this painting, they only felt that every stroke was powerful through the back of the paper, and each stroke contained endless deep meaning. Everything in the world, life and death, joys and sorrows......

Since then, the identity of the old monster has no doubts.

Ruan Qingzhi took the painting and rolled it up, bowed slightly to the emperor, and said, "The Ruan family has a daughter, and the young phoenix is in the sky." I am willing to assist the king of the Ling clan of Southern Qi Jing'an Yunei and the prosperity of the world. ”

Emperor Long Yan was happy, and said in a loud voice: "Good! ”

The little eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to take over the painting, and everyone present was very excited.

The Ruan family's young phoenix volleyed into the sky, not to shine in the world, but to assist the Ling royal family, and just this sentence made the ministers secretly convinced.

Although everyone felt that it would be more perfect if Ruan Bijun said this sentence and dedicated this painting, there was no better way at the moment. Xiangrui, just have it, why do you have to be attached to that person!

So the garden was full of Qi and Nanqi, and the world was peaceful, and no one came to question Ruan Qingzhi's identity as an "old monster".

With the matter of offering paintings, I am afraid that in the future, no one will be uninterested in talking about her "bad life".

Ruan Biyun had been standing behind people, and finally woke up at this moment, and hurriedly walked out and saluted, showing a few words of loyalty.

The real phoenix came out to speak, and of course everyone was happy. So everyone really praised Ruan Biyun a few words, and Ruan Qingzhi also listened with a smile and did not dismantle the stage.

What a picture of sisterly love!

The scene was almost over, and Ruan Qingzhi looked at the remaining words on the table and was a little worried. The clever little eunuch sent the ink clay, and Ruan Qingzhi stamped a stamp on the letter, rolled it up and handed it to Lord Gu: "Humble gift to Lord Gu, thank you for your love." Burn that fake one, you and I can't afford to lose that person. ”

Master Gu subconsciously took it, and he originally felt a little hot, but when he looked up, he saw that everyone was just envious when they looked at him, and no one showed a mocking look. He couldn't help but be overjoyed when he thought about it, and finally laughed: "Thank you...... Mr. Qi Wu. ”

Ruan Qingzhi laughed.

Everyone present also laughed, and the garden was full of joy.

After such a scene, it is obviously impossible to compete in the painting chrysanthemum today. But those young people who had been preparing for a long time and planned to make a splash did not feel lost, and as soon as they were free, they squeezed over to Ruan Qingzhi's side, asking her to ask her as an old-timer in the painting world.

Ruan Biyun was squeezed behind people again, her fists clenched tightly under her sleeves, and her face turned pale.

Seeing that her face was really bad, several little sisters hurriedly helped her to sit down in the corner, and were about to ask if they wanted to invite a doctor, but they heard a report outside, and the little eunuch said: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Rui has bulldozed a cottage, caught dozens of thieves and bandits, seized countless treasures, and came to report the good news to the emperor and the queen mother!" ”

Ruan Biyun stood up with a sigh.