Gubaidu, fifty miles away from Xingyang, is the Yellow River ferry, west of the Tiger Pass, east of Taohuayu, the south of the ferry is flat and open, the withered grass is separated, the Yellow River in the north, thousands of miles of ice, the loess ancient road, meandering, both sides are planted with ancient cypress, green all the year round, dyed a little vitality here.

Zheng Jingsi and Quan Ce shared a car, observing him all the way, his face was young and young, his appearance was handsome, his temperament was calm, and the strange thing was that he was surrounded by a melancholy and tragic atmosphere, this person was a relative of the emperor and the country, and he became a general at a young age, what else is there to be melancholy, what else makes him sad?

Quan Ce looked out of the car window deeply, letting the scenery in front of him pass by, his eyes were not focused, and the lost painting made him escape from the cage of Chang'an, and the joy of escaping the cage of Chang'an was shattered, he himself was nothing, that painting, it can be a big disrespectful felony, or it can be laughed at, it does not involve issues of principle, with the open atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, it will not be fatal, what is he worried about his father, he has worked hard for a long time, but he still can't escape the heavy surveillance, what about his father? Will it expose the horse's feet?

Zheng Jingsi is two years older than Quan Ce, has already married, has been carefully cultivated since childhood, and his concentration far exceeds that of his peers, but he can't bear it at this moment, and asks, "General Quan, forgive me for taking the liberty of accepting Uncle Clan into Qianniuwei?" ”

"Why not?" Quan Ce retracted his gaze and asked lightly.

His quiet aura made Zheng Jingsi feel impetuous, and said in a loud voice, "Uncle Clan's branches are far away, the blood is not thick, the seven rooms are weak, the general can get very little help, and you accept the clan uncle, the Zheng clan will be despised, how can they still serve you?" ”

Quan Ce's voice was faint, "Zheng Langjun, who do you think my Qianniu wants?" Is it a prodigal son with a strong family background, or a beggar-thy person of the same clan? ”

Zheng Jingsi's cheeks instantly turned red, and the affectionate people who were criticized by Quan Ce naturally included him, "Then, what you want is a rebel who violates the family and doesn't know how to be polite?" ”

Quan Ce looked at him, silent, the ass decided the head, the angle is different, the view is different, self-denial and revenge are the eternal theme of feudal society, why, because the real rite has never existed, for thousands of years, progress, is only the form and shell of the rite, if the Spring and Autumn Period pays attention to the etiquette family, then Zheng Jingsi's ancestor Zheng Zhuanggong should not be guilty of the following crimes, forcing Zhou Tianzi to exchange hostages with him, the same way, if the sons of Zheng Zhuanggong take care of the etiquette system and do not fight for power in the civil war, Zheng Guo will not decline rapidly, Be the first prince to be destroyed.

Spring and Autumn Period, why do you need to speak softly, because the matter is spread out, everyone is crazy to slap themselves.

These words, you can think, you can't say.

He was unfathomable, Zheng Jingsi was angry, calmed down his emotions, closed his eyes and recuperated, and no longer paid attention to him.

Arrived at Gubaidu, everyone gathered in one place, Zheng Jingsi changed his mind, "General Su Wenquan is famous for his painting skills, I saw it yesterday, it is not true, a sentence of sages has never had two hearts, and the Tao explains the main purpose of Confucianism and Taoism. ”

Most of the peers are the children of Xingyang's family, and they do not succumb, they are noisy, some people oppose it, some people support it, and the opponents are all interested in Quan Ce's painting skills, and the two sides are in dispute.

Quan Ce laughed, "You don't have to argue, you can brainstorm about the naming, I'm just throwing bricks and leading jade, the first time I saw the magnificent mountains and rivers here, but I can't do it without a brush, I can't help it."

Everyone laughed, and many people gathered around Quan Ce to see what kind of means the so-called unique painting skills were.

Quan Ce was well prepared, carried the sketchpad and charcoal strip with him, and supported the easel on the right side of the ferry, without measuring the proportions or thinking hard about the composition, he danced like a fly, but in half an hour, a sketch landscape painting jumped on the paper.

"Miraculous skills, too amazing" The audience next to him applauded, more people gathered, many people pointed to the scene in the painting, and the real scene in front of them, without error, in the freehand-based, the pursuit of god-like painting style, outstanding.

"It's really unique" There was a middle-aged uncle squeezing around in the crowd, looking left and right, unable to take his eyes off, "General, this painting is exquisite, how should it be named?" ”

The right to thank the group, not without pride in their hearts, half a lifetime of hard work, no one cared about it in later generations, and it was sought after in the Tang Dynasty, and it was worth it, and he wrote six big words on the front of the volume, "There are so many beautiful rivers and mountains"

"Good name, General's book...... The painting skills are unique, the literary brilliance is brilliant, and it can be a model for us" The middle-aged man took the lead in admiring, I wanted to say that calligraphy and painting are unique, taking into account the temperament, and never touted the calligraphy that can only see the level of people, and the words changed, "The general this painting, may be transferred?" Why don't I worship the general as a teacher? ”

Quan Ce was stunned and hurriedly stopped him from bowing.

"Uncle, you ...... Why? Talking about apprenticeship, where is the Lu family? Quan Ce was entangled with the middle-aged man, Zheng Jingsi couldn't stand it, and he couldn't care about the humility of the upper and lower levels, so he jumped out and stopped.

Lu Zhaoyin disagreed, and bowed deeply to Quan Ce, "I learned art from my teacher, what does it have to do with my family?" Master Quan, Fan Yang native Lu Zhaoyin, willing to perform the disciple ceremony"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be" Quan Ce hurriedly stopped, Fanyang Lu's family, is an alternative among the scholars, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are all eaten, the sixth ancestor Huineng Master, is the Lu family, now Lingnan Honghua, "I revere the Lu family, don't mention the matter of apprenticeship, I am close to Luoyang, if you don't think the road is far away, you can find me at any time to learn painting skills"

"Not far away, I can go to Luoyang with the right teacher" Lu Zhaoyin was overjoyed, no longer insisted on worshipping the teacher, but the verbal title did not change, thinking for a moment, "I heard that the right master recruited a thousand cows, I am old, unbearable to drive, the eldest son Lu Jiong is seventeen years old, should be experienced, and please accept the power teacher"

Quan Ce smiled and nodded, and did not let go, he had to look at the people before talking.

"Congratulations to the general, congratulations to Brother Lu" everyone said goodbye, Zheng Jingsi was annoyed, brushed his sleeves away, everyone was interested, the right to plan the title of the painting, happy in it, misappropriated the famous sayings of later generations, and named a majestic painting "Iron Horse Glacier into a dream", won a full house, sincere and frank answers, and the age is not commensurate with the tolerance and tolerance, quite heartbreaking.

Soon after returning to the Zheng Guest House, there was an endless stream of visitors.

"General, I have a clansman, a chivalrous personality, quite brave, I would like to introduce it to the general"

"Hehehe, although I have never practiced martial arts, my physique is still good, and I recommend myself with a cheeky face"

Quan Ce's heart was happy.

Chang'an, Xianju Palace.

Empress Wu was looking through a stack of papers, and there was a woman standing in front of her, covered with white gauze, and a plum blossom-shaped flower on her forehead.

"Hmph, what a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised" Empress Wu threw down a pile of files, phoenix eyes were worried, "And let him, I want to see, he has some ability, and he is presumptuous in my eastern capital"

I picked up another pile of files in front of me, which were recorded in detail, all about the power policy, the time, place and people, clearly, not for a moment, giggling, "Get the five surnames and seven wang children to be a thousand cows for me, this son has a conscience than his father"

After speaking, his eyebrows sharpened, "Is there a strategist around him?" ”

"After returning to heaven, absolutely not" The woman's voice was hoarse and categorical.

No? Empress Wu calculated the Eastern Capital Qianniuwei built by Quan Ce, and was surprised in her heart, the children of the landlords of the Shu clan, Shan-Dongshi Ma, were all the forces she relied on in the court.

"This son, I have a heart" for a long time, and the martial queen sighed quietly.

Turning to the last page, "What is this?" ”

"Quan Ce's painting, this painting involves the queen of heaven, and the slave maid ordered someone to take it"

"You stand down" Empress Wu observed this painting, the face of the woman in the painting is undoubtedly her, but the clothes and figure are not, but they are not, sneered, "The summoning fashion is honest, but the courage is not small"

Stretched out his hand to gesture in front of his waist and chest, and muttered, "This golden phoenix robe is also eye-catching, but it is too tight...... The fat around my waist is getting more and more, and my chest is no longer as firm as before, no, I have to regulate one or two...... Come and pass on the imperial doctor"