He Junhao never thought that he would find himself in such a situation.

If you don't succeed, you will succeed. This sentence may be a very suitable word for the soldiers who are fighting hard in the battlefield. For the readers, the characters who usually write on the pen and ink, it should have been a very distant realm.

But for He Junhao, in his more than 20 years of life, in the days of Danqing, what he believes in is such a sentence.

Either come out on top and be the most dazzling one. Or simply give up and never be with Danqing again.

Growing up, he thought so and did so.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he has always been on the cusp of the storm, and as an almost outstanding figure in the entire Tokyo city painting scene, he has endured glory and pressure that others cannot imagine or compare.

In every event related to ink painting, the most prominent person must be him. Every time he competes and plays, the person whose works are a lot higher than others must be him.

He Junhao is He Junhao.

There is no one to compare with He Junhao.

He has been firmly in control of this position for more than ten years, and he is not ready to give up.

But today, now. In this place of great voices, in this place of wine, his name suddenly appeared in the second position.

When the judge said his name, He Junhao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his head rumbled so loudly that he could no longer hear any sound next to him.

He could see the strange gaze of the person beside him, and there was undoubtedly surprise and ridicule in that gaze, although the ridicule was buried very deeply, but in He Junhao's eyes, it became something almost dazzling.

He Junhao saw Xu Qing's face and saw Xu Qing's face change after sneering. The smile is clear again.

He saw Xu Qing walking towards him, and said "congratulations" to him with a smile, there was something strange and shining in his eyes, it was a kind of refreshment after seeing himself being knocked into the dust.

Everyone around him was congratulating him. The people around him also despised him.

He Junhao didn't know how he got to the flower hall table, he just almost accepted the reward that belonged to the list, fifteen yuan. Lake pen with a very nice paperweight on the side.

This is enough to make most people very happy, but in He Junhao's opinion, this is tantamount to a resounding slap in the face.

The reason why he was still able to come here and accept all this was because he wanted to know who could snatch the first position from his hands!

An angry emotion began to override the humiliation, and He Junhao trembled lightly. His gaze couldn't be taken away from Zhang Fengzhi's hands.

Because Zhang Fengzhi has a picture scroll in his hand.

In today's Fan Lou rally. The picture scroll that was judged by everyone to be the first place.

"Everyone must be curious now about what this picture in the old man's hand looks like." Zhang Fengzhi took a step forward, his smiling face with an elder's warmth, "I have to say that in this painting, all our judges unanimously agreed that this was the first person tonight when they saw this painting for the first time. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Fengzhi smiled and looked at the judges on the left and right. Everyone nodded their heads without objection.

"The name. You may not have heard of it. I inquired very curiously in private, and only then did I find out that the author of this scroll is a person from Hangzhou. Zhang Fengzhi's indifferent words clearly explained Fang Cai's behavior of walking out of the backyard and wandering in the attic.

"I have to say. After all, our horizons have become smaller, and the longer we live in the city, the more we will inevitably feel that Tokyo is the world. Zhang Fengzhi smiled at everyone in the audience, and his words were pregnant with the taste of the old man's follow-through, "The reason why this one is the top of the list." First, it's because the painting is so good that I can't find anything wrong with it. Second, it is also to warn all of you here, especially the young people here, to look higher and farther, and not to be too stubborn. ”

Zhang Fengzhi said slowly, not in a hurry. But Chu Feng listened to it in the heavy curtain of the room on the second floor, but his face gradually turned red and his ears turned red.

This kind of "take-it-or-leave-it" is the first time in Chu Feng's life.

Gonggong Ma looked at Chu Feng's increasingly ruddy ears from the side, and couldn't help but speak: "Chu Langjun doesn't have to be like this, this kind of thing is also fate, you don't need to feel ashamed." ”

"Hmm." Chu Feng scratched his head, and when his right hand touched his ear, he could feel an extra heat. His face turned red, and he asked embarrassedly, "That, Ma Gonggong." Shouldn't I go out early, so that too many people don't associate me with this room, and the impact will not be good? ”

With that, Chu Feng glanced back at the screen.

Ma Gonggong naturally understood what he was referring to, smiled slightly at this time, and said: "This is not a big deal, my family's Ah Lang has a noble status, this is also something that everyone knows, there is nothing to avoid." ”

Seeing Chu Feng nodding, Gonggong Ma added with a smile: "Of course, if Chu Langjun feels uncomfortable and doesn't want to be too much attention, go out now and avoid it a little, and the old slave will naturally not be able to stop it." ”

When Chu Feng heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said "Thank you Grandpa Ma", and then hurriedly got up and went out lightly.

Father-in-law Ma looked at Chu Feng's back as he left from the gap in the heavy curtain, and couldn't help but let out a bottom-down laugh.

"This young man's heart is very interesting."

A voice came from behind him, and Ma Gonggong naturally knew who it was, so he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it and bowed to the side.

Huizong stretched out his hand to open the curtain slightly, and when he saw Chu Feng, who had already arrived downstairs and was hiding in the shadows quietly, he smiled slightly: "When an ordinary young man encounters sudden fame and fortune, he is either excited or afraid. This kid was very interesting, not only was he not too excited, but when we just said the arrangement of this matter, the first thing he thought of was the harm that this matter would have to him. ”

This kind of mind may seem pessimistic to others, but it seems to me. But it's calm. Huizong said lightly, and the four words he spit out behind him almost determined Chu Feng's life.

"It's a lot of use."

Huizong said.

Ma Gonggong only felt a sigh in his heart, and the picture of Chu Feng's first entry into the court and his promotion to the knighthood immediately appeared in his mind. I couldn't help but feel lucky, but fortunately, Fang Cai himself has always been very polite to Chu Feng, and this young man should be able to remember his benefits.

Huizong's temperament. Ma Gonggong has always known. Back then, Gao Yu fell into the eyes of Huizong because he was good at kicking, and in the future, with all kinds of manipulation, he finally climbed to such a high position.

Looking at the people around Huizong, they can basically be summed up in the words "elegant and handsome". The person Huizong likes is actually very simple, first, he must be good-looking, whether male or female, this may be a unique habit of being an artist. Secondly. You have to be talented.

Gao Yu's juju, Cai Jing's calligraphy...... It can be said that as long as the people who can be counted around Huizong have a considerable level of ability in a certain aspect, otherwise it is impossible to enter the eyes of Huizong.

Chu Feng is a person...... In Ma Gonggong's opinion, the appearance is definitely good, there is no need to worry about this. In terms of calligraphy, although Ma Gonggong does not particularly understand it. But after so many years of immersion by Huizong's side day and night, I also know something. Naturally, he saw some doorways from Fang Cai's half-words, and he was impressed by this young man.

Moreover, the most important thing is that this person named Chu Feng has a very unique smell on his body. He didn't know how to describe the taste, but it was just appreciated. It's rare to see. This kind of taste, Huizong can naturally feel it.

The four words "can be used", if they are said from the mouths of reckless people in the rivers and lakes, they will only make people feel funny. But once it comes out of the mouth of an emperor like Huizong, the impact on a person's future future. Nature is immeasurable......

Ma Gonggong thought in his heart that when Gai Ming'er sent money and books to Chu Feng, it should be like this, and it could be regarded as a bet pressed in advance.

Just when there were people in the room who appreciated it slightly, and when some people were active, Chu Feng stood in an inconspicuous place in the corner of the flower hall on the first floor, and took a few deep breaths to suppress the blush on his face.

Zhang Fengzhi had already seen him secretly going downstairs, and he understood the truth in his heart, so he deliberately laid out the sentence and delayed it for a while.

His heart has already rolled over thousands of questions, such as Chu Feng's identity and origin, there are too many things he wants to know, but Zhang Fengzhi, who is well versed in this, of course understands that now is not the time to uncover the mystery.

Unfolding the picture scroll in his hand, Zhang Fengzhi looked around and smiled: "This is the first name judged by a few of us, and it is Chu Feng." ”

Chu Feng pursed his lips and walked onto the stage in full view of everyone.

Xiao Ting's eyes widened, his mouth open enough to fit a fist, staring at him intently.

He Junhao's eyes have been falling on Zhang Fengzhi's hand, when the painting was unfolded, when He Junhao was able to get a glimpse of the face of the scroll, he had already a thunder in his head, his body shook lightly, and his face was like ashes.

The characters on the earth really can't tell who is higher and who is lower in the clouds. But after all, the flowing clouds are just flowing clouds, which are different from the sun and the moon.

Flowing clouds can block the sun, but the sun is never under the flowing clouds, and it is immediately clear who is high and who is low.

None of you are stupid.

He Junhao is even more not.

He watched almost numbly as Chu Feng walked up to the stage step by step, his mind was full of buzzing sounds, and there was darkness in front of him.

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……

The sound of the carriage and horses gradually became louder, and with a soft neigh, they stopped in front of the courtyard gate.

The entire bluestone slab in front of the door, with an oblique crack, spreads from the lower left corner to the steps in front of the courtyard door. And at the end of this crack was a palm-sized piece of moss, and a weed fluttering in the night breeze and in the cracks in the wall.

This kind of grass is called dog tail grass in the later generations where Chu Feng came.

Very inconspicuous little things.

But now, this small thing has grown on the countertop, and there is only this one on the countertop. And so the grass suddenly became a sight to behold.

Chu Feng stepped down from the carriage and looked at the dog's tail grass swaying in the wind in the night and in the shadow of the carriage lights, and suddenly felt that it was very similar to himself.

"Thank you." Chu Feng turned around and thanked the carriage driver, and he laughed with a hint of shyness.

"Don't dare, don't dare." The coachman was not too flattered, but he immediately responded.

Even Chu Feng knew that the coachman in front of him could not be treated normally. After all, it is impossible for an ordinary driver to move through the city of Tokyo unimpeded after the streets are locked at night.

Chu Feng looked at the carriage that was gradually moving away, and thought to himself, this coachman, at the very least, should be an existence such as a guard with a sword in front of the emperor. Unexpectedly, such a person with status and status is actually just driving for himself today.

The alleys were empty, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away.

The starry sky in the night has a blurry tone, and the Milky Way slanted across the sky from the top of the head, like a jade belt, bright and thrilling.

Chu Feng blew the wind that was necessary, thinking that in the planets in the galaxy, would there be the one he once lived?

The sound of opening the door creaked, Lao Zhang poked his head out of the door, and saw that it was Chu Feng standing in front of the door, and he couldn't help but say in a daze: "Is it Chu Langjun?" Why don't you knock on the door? ”

"Just as I was about to knock, the door opened." Chu Feng smiled slightly and walked into the courtyard, "Is Brother Zhang already asleep?" It's really disturbing to come back so late. ”

"Nothing." Lao Zhang couldn't help but yawn, looked up at the position of the moon, rubbed his eyes, and asked puzzledly, "What time is this, Lang Jun, how did you come back?" Are the doors of the Ribo in Tokyo unlocked? ”

"I've met some great people."

Chu Feng smiled slightly, and walked into the inner courtyard with Lao Zhang, at this time, the lights in the east wing were still on.

"Master is still painting? Then I'm not in a hurry to sleep, go and see. Brother Zhang, go and rest! ”

Lao Zhang hesitated when he heard this, and asked, "Let's prepare some hot water for Lang Jun first, why don't you have to wash up?" Speaking of this, Lao Zhang couldn't help laughing, "Lang Jun, you still have the smell of a woman's fat powder on your body!" ”

After that, Lao Zhang didn't forget to squeeze his eyebrows at Chu Feng.

"Why is Brother Zhang teasing me, if I really have a girl to accompany me, I don't have to come back at this hour." Chu Feng said with a smile.

"By the way, I almost forgot!" Lao Zhang patted his head, and suddenly remembered something, "Speaking of the girl's house...... The lady of the Fan family sent someone to send a few bags of things during the day, some of them were for my family Ah Lang and Mr. Cheng Yuan, and some were for Chu Langjun, and they are still in your room. The people who came from Fan's mansion said that Fan Niangzi seems to be sick again, and now she is resting at home, and I am afraid that she will not be able to come over in the next few days, so that you can forgive your sins......" (To be continued.) )