Since he got the news that the third brother was about to return during the day, Fan Qiubai didn't sleep well overnight, only thinking about what calligraphy and paintings the third brother would bring back.

The maidservant Feibai didn't know how many times she had comforted her, her little lady didn't sleep, and she couldn't stay idle. So I had to sit at the head of the bed and gossip with the little lady, and when the drowsiness reached the depths, the little white head involuntarily clicked a little, and once it was almost planted directly under the bed.

"Okay, little lady, at least let the slave take a nap!" Feibai pouted a small mouth and began to be coquettish.

"Oh, I've already let you go to sleep, it's not that you have to accompany me." Fan Qiubai only wore a plain middle coat and was covered with a brocade quilt.

The thin figure of the daughter's family looms in the middle coat, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the boudoir.

After all, it was warm and cold at first, and it was still cold at night, and Fan Qiubai's body was weak, so until this time, she was still covered with a thick quilt.

Fan Qiubai was half-lying and half-leaning on the head of the bed, his face was somewhat tired, and his eyes were amazingly bright with a pair of inky black paint, and he didn't know how much brilliance was contained in them.

At this time, listening to Feibai's complaints, Fan Qiubai also felt funny, and gently pushed her and asked her to go to sleep by herself.

"No, if I don't watch it any more, you really won't sleep all night, little lady! I know that very well! Feibai posed as a little adult, and a pair of pigtails on his head were still dangling, and he couldn't see the majesty.

Fan Qiubai couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little face, and said with a smile: "I asked the third brother to help me find Li Xianxi's "Cold Forest Map", but I don't know if I can find it." ”

Li Xianxi is Li Cheng, together with Fan Kuan and Guan Tong of the Five Generations, he is known as the master of landscape painting in the world as "Three Dingzhi and Hundred Generations of Standard Cheng". Li Cheng is very good at landscapes, good use of light ink, concise painting methods, known as "cherishing ink as gold", and the well-known stone painting technique "Cirrus clouds" is Li Xianxi's brushwork.

Feibai listened to the little lady's words, and pouted slightly: "What kind of forest, cold, it makes people feel cold when they hear it, and it's not good for the little lady's health!" ”

Fan Qiubai was amused by this inexplicable involvement, stretched out his hand to poke the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "It's really messy, playing the piano to the cow, it's all paintings, how can it still have anything to do with my body!" Don't go out and talk nonsense again, lest you make people laugh. ”

Feibai stuck out his tongue mischievously: "Little lady, you are a painting idiot, you are fascinated by paintings, you can look at any painting for a whole day." Those pictures have no effect on people like me, but the impact on the little lady is different! Not to mention the "Cold Forest Picture", it is the unfinished fragment of "Sitting Alone in the Stream" that I picked up before, haven't you also watched it for several days, little lady? ”

"How can that be the same." Fan Qiubai was almost amused, "I asked the third brother to find "Hanlin Tu" purely to appreciate it, but this half of "Linliu Sitting Alone" was curious. Don't say it, the more I look at it these days, the more strange I feel, and it's a little difficult to guess the age of this copyist. ”

"Can you guess the age by looking at the copy? The little lady is not a fairy! Feibai's eyes widened in surprise.

"What's so hard about that!" Fan Qiubai shook his head and said, "When you are old, the realm of pen power is naturally different. Just like a boy with a pen, he must not have enough strength. When you are older, even if you have some strength, you don't have vision, and it is common for you to use uneven force. If you are a little bigger, if you have enough vision, you often have insufficient pen power, which is the so-called low eye...... If it is an old man's painting, even if he is a beginner when he is older, the brushwork must be different......"

"Alright, alright! Feibai doesn't understand! Feibai hurriedly shouted to stop, pouting, "Anyway, Feibai can't argue with the little lady." But the little lady has to listen to me! This is what the Mistress commanded! Hum! ”

Seeing that the little maid began to pull the flag as a tiger skin again, Fan Qiubai pretended to make a gesture, put an angry face on his face, reached out to scratch the little maid's itch, and said while scratching back: "Okay!" Feibai, you are really getting more and more powerful, do you want to be a slave bully! ”

The two grew up together, Fan Qiubai knew that what Feibai was most afraid of was this, and at this time, he had enough strength to subdue this little girl who "kicked her nose in the face"!

Feibai screamed and begged for mercy again and again, and then the laughter like silver bells kept coming out, adding a little pink color to the night of Jiangnan in early spring.

The quarrel between the two men was not until the older servant knocked on the door and asked, and then they stopped.

Fan Qiubai pretended that nothing had happened, and only said that it was probably the voice of a mouse, so that they didn't have to care.

Where could the servants not distinguish between rats and laughter? At this time, it was not good to contradict the little lady, so she only glanced at Feibai with a deep frown, and bowed to the little lady, persuaded a few words such as "rest early", and then withdrew.

This time, the master and servant didn't dare to mess around anymore, if tonight's incident reached their parents, it would inevitably teach them to worry, Fan Qiubai naturally didn't dare to make more trouble.

Haosheng lay down, Feibai helped cover the bedding tightly, and after a few gossips with the little lady, he retreated lightly.

Fan Qiubai didn't feel sleepy, his heart was still hanging in the air, itchy, he just wanted to know what the third brother brought back quickly. On the other hand, she is also concerned about the copyist of "Sitting Alone in the Stream", which has too many puzzling points. And these incomprehensions are like wine, with the extension of time, not only did not fade, but more and more sedimentation and fermentation, so that people who don't know as if they were hooked with a heart, and it is difficult to sleep and eat.

I want to untie it quickly!

Fan Qiubai thought so.

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Early the next morning, Chu Feng got up early, put on his coat and did warm-up exercises in the backyard, and ran up.

The backyard is not big, there is a well, a horse shed, a sycamore, an unloaded carriage, and the patio above is larger than that of ordinary households, after all, this is a shop, not a traditional home.

The courtyard was about half the size of a volleyball court, and Chu Feng only ran ten laps simply, and then he began to pant, sweating his hands and feet, and his heart beat wildly.

Chu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that his physical fitness was really poor now, and he was about to catch up with those Confucian students who were "not diligent in their four bodies and not divided into grains".

The old horse in the stable watched Chu Feng spin around the yard and snorted curiously.

Gritting his teeth and running ten laps again, Chu Feng stopped and bent over to pant, and the beads of sweat the size of beans began to fall to the ground drop by drop, and even the eyes began to turn black for a while.

"Chu Langjun, what are you doing here!"

Lao Zhang, who got up early, yawned and walked out of the firewood room, and was about to fill the old horse with hay, but he saw such a scene.

Chu Feng waved his hand at Lao Zhang with difficulty, and opened his mouth to say good morning but didn't make a sound.

This startled Lao Zhang, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help Chu Feng, looked at his pale face, and asked anxiously, "Chu Langjun, what's wrong!" I'll help you into the room first! Let's go and invite Langzhong! ”

After saying that, he directly hugged Chu Feng horizontally.

Chu Feng was taken aback, it was too embarrassing for himself to be hugged by someone else's princess! I don't know where to find the strength, Chu Feng hurriedly said, "Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang! Hurry up and put me down, I'm just exercising, it's fine! ”

Lao Zhang looked at Chu Feng a few times puzzled, and confirmed that there was no major problem with the latter's body, so he put him down, and just asked puzzledly: "Exercise?" Why exercise? Does Chu Langjun want to put pen to paper? ”

Chu Feng's feet finally touched the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "No, it's just that my physical fitness has been too poor recently, and I don't want to be so sick and weak all the time, so I want to make my body better." ”

"I knew health preservation when I was young, and this is also the right way, but according to Chulang's body, it is better to do five poultry plays, and gradual progress is the right way."

Lu Wenduan heard the sound in the courtyard, and at this time he also walked out and smiled at Chu Feng.

"Mr. Bunduan." Chu Feng bowed down to greet him, and said with a wry smile, "The Five Fowl Opera is also something that children often hear people talk about, but they don't know how to move?" ”

"It's not a problem, you learn from me." Lu Wenduan stroked his beard with a smile and said with a smile, "When I was young, I was at home, and I was also supervised by my elders to study every day, but after I left home, it was also deserted. Now it is also a good thing to immerse himself in prostitution and practice with Chu Lang. ”

The five fowl opera is recorded in the "Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms" and the "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", and it is said that it was compiled by Hua Tuo, which imitated the movements of the tiger, deer, bear, ape, and bird as the foundation, and tempered the body.

These things were learned by Chu Feng in textbooks, and he had also heard that some people in later generations would study this, but he had never seen them with his own eyes.

Lao Zhang went to prepare for food, and Mr. Wen Duan first roughly practiced it for Chu Feng to see, and then carefully taught it in one by one, and carefully informed him of some methods that needed to be paid attention to in breathing.

These movements look simple and easy to learn, but when you really do them, they are enough to make people sweat profusely and feel comfortable. Chu Feng benefited a lot.

After thanking him carefully, Lu Wenduan smiled and said: "You don't have to thank me, as the so-called master leads the door to practice in person, I just teach people to fish, as for whether the other party fishes or not, I can't control it." ”

Chu Feng naturally understood this truth, and secretly made up his mind in his heart that he must follow the teachings carefully and practice once a day in the morning and evening to make his body strong.

"By the way, Chu Lang," Lu Wenduan remembered something, "I had a long talk with you last night, and I was amazed until I went to sleep, your vision in calligraphy and painting is really extraordinary." I was thinking, even if the vision is like this, I guess the pen and ink will not fall into the trap, right? I also know a little bit, but it's very cheesy when I put pen to paper. If you have time today, you and I might as well ask for advice, how about it? ”

Chu Feng smiled and agreed: "The elder's order does not dare to disobey." ”

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