Contrary to Wugong County, Fengxian County is located in the northeast corner of Jingzhao Province, on the side of Yaoshan Mountain and west of Luoshui.

In a house in the county seat, a man is splashing ink on the bookcase, and on the drawing paper with excellent adsorption, a freehand landscape map is slowly taking shape.

Beside him, there stood a scholar, and on the other side was a middle-aged man in his forties, thin and weak, with a clear face, only a few strands of long beard under his chin, but his eyes were bright.

The man who painted was older, about forty-five years old, and he finished the last sketch with his pen, and raised his head to look into the distance, as if he was dissatisfied.

"The pen is clumsy, I can't express my heart to the fullest, so that Zimei can see and smile."

"The public work is already rare in a certain life, and the ravines are very within the reach of people."

"Zimei praised it falsely, a certain county lieutenant is not a public word, you and I should still be equals."

The man who painted waved his hand humbly, and the middle-aged man was still staring at the painting, holding his chin and clear his beard, as if he had realized.

"Shaofu's work, but let a certain get a few words, don't vomit unhappy."

"Oh? Zimei please. ”

The painting man was overjoyed and let go of the bookcase, and the middle-aged man picked up a bucket on the pen, turned around in the ink pool, lifted it and fell into the air, and let the ink spill, dripping a circle of ripples in the pool.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly turned his wrist and dropped the pen to the blank space of the painting, and the scholar on the side was shocked and was about to move, but was stopped by the man who painted.

"There are no maple trees in the hall, and there is smoke in the mountains and rivers."

The man sang in a low voice while reading, looking at the arbitrary line of grass, and the man who painted suddenly found that he was somewhat proud of his freehand landscape.

"Wen Jun swept the map of Chixian County, and took advantage of the excitement to paint Cangzhou."

As the song gradually rose, the man's pen seemed to flow like a cloud, faster and faster.

"There are also countless painters, and you can't find a good one.

Melted his heart and mind about this, and knew that he was very important.

But Qi Yue and Zheng Qian's handwriting is far better than Yang Qidan's.

It is not a Xuanpu crack, but Xiao Xiang is overturned. ”

"Quietly sit under my grandmother, and my ears seem to smell the ape.

Reflecting on the stormy eve before, it was the ghost of Pucheng.

The vitality is dripping with obstacles, and Zhenzai should cry when he appeals.

The wild pavilion spring is still far away, and the fisherman stands in a lonely boat.

The waves are deep and green, and the islands on the shore are at the end of autumn.

When I don't see the Xiangfei drums, the bamboo is still alive in the river.

Liu Hou is a genius and loves to paint into the bone marrow.

There are two sons everywhere, and they are also Mobi.

The eldest child is so smart that he can add to the cliff of the old tree.

The child's heart is open, and he looks like a mountain monk and a child. ”

At this point, the man who painted couldn't help but applaud, but he still didn't make a sound, he was waiting, waiting for the final end.

I only heard the man look up to the sky and smile, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, all in one go.

"Ruoye Creek, Yunmen Temple.

I'm alone in the mud? Green shoes and socks from here. ”

The man was in high spirits, and gently hung the tube on the pen stand, and made a salute with his hand.

"It's a certain Meng Lang, and the Shaofu will take care of it." He then gave up his seat.

The man who painted did not bother with him, but rushed forward, stood in front of his painting, looked at the line of grass in the blank space, and whispered several times in a row before he spoke out in appreciation.

"Wonderful, really wonderful, after a thousand years, clumsy paintings cannot survive in the world, and the song of Ran Zimei will be fragrant for eternity."

"Where, Shaofu praised it, there is no good painting, how can there be a good song." Although the man is humble in his mouth, he has a bit of arrogance in his words, which makes the painting man even more surprised.

"Haha, there is a rumor in Beijing, Taibai's poems, Nanba's knife, Auntie's sword, Xiaoman's waist, according to a certain point of view, your Du Zimei's song is not far behind."

When he said it, the forty-year-old Du Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly, and he could use words like "downfall" and "nameless" throughout his life, and he was called the "poet saint", how many years have passed, and there is quite a bit of the situation of Van Gogh in later generations.

The man who painted was about four or five years older than him, but he was the leader of Tianbao's second year of Jinshi Branch, commonly known as the "champion", and he had already been disheartened after repeated failures.

His embarrassment was seen in the eyes of the man who painted and he couldn't help but sigh.

"You don't have to be anxious, to say something frustrating, today's court, not being an official is stronger than being an official, as remote as a certain person, how many years have you been outside the moraine, and you have returned to the capital, but just a Feng Xianwei, how strong can you be, relying on the family shadow, barely have some progress."

"Zimei, your small furniture is here, people have no firewood and rice, they can't live for a day, a little money, it should be used as the capital of the pen, and I hope to accept it."

Du Fu was forced by him to pinch a heavy bag in his hand, his wife and children at home, waiting to be fed, he came with a request, Qinggao's words could not be said no matter what, the other party had already taken great care of face, and he had to give another salute.

"Du thanked Shaofu."

Speaking of this, the two also lost the interest in talking about poetry and painting, Du Fu rushed before he opened his mouth to leave for dinner, and the man personally sent him out of the house, looking at the slightly rickety back, shaking his head.

"Drinking madly and singing and fighting swords, how can my generation be this person. How many people in the world are really so comfortable? ”

"But the madman who came to ask for an autumn breeze, that is, Lang Jun's kindness, how many times has it been this month?" The clerk on the side muttered dissatisfiedly, and was glared at fiercely by the man.

"What are you, dare to say his mouth, forget the rules in the house?"

"Lang Jun forgives the sin, the villain will never dare again." The scribe bowed to the ground and prostrated his head again and again.

The man had to scold a few more words, but he was stopped by someone.

"Liu Shaofu, call a certain easy to find."

The person who came was his county colleague, and the man turned around and arched his hand, asking in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

No wonder he is suspicious, the county lieutenant is a civilian, but he is a martial artist, he is a champion, he was assigned to the most remote place in the house, as an anti-theft leader, he has always been despised by others, and he should have offended the members of the court, as for which one, there are different opinions, and he doesn't bother to explain, just as it is leisure, just an ordinary point, never grasp power, the big guy can get by on face, what kind of thing, to chase to the family?

"So that the Shaofu knows that there is someone in the capital, and the Ming Mansion invites the Shaofu to come to the court."

Hearing this, the man's head jumped, and he thought to himself, isn't it a disaster, come to get people? It can be seen that this person's deeds are not like it, he usually nods his head to friends, but now he is a "Shaofu" honorific title, and he is even more puzzled in his heart, promoted? How is it possible, just by virtue of the laziness of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, if you are not impeached and removed from office, you will burn high incense.

"Shaofu is still stunned, hurry up and go with so."

The man was pulled by him, had to take a few quick steps, and asked in a low voice.

"But I don't know who it is?"

The other party's answer made him almost unrelieved.

"Angel!"