At this time of Xuanhe, Cheng Zhu Lixue had not yet risen, and the rules of women's three obedience and four virtues, binding feet and feet, and not entering the door without leaving the door had not been formally formed.

But big families always have the rules of big families, especially Fan Qiubai's age, she is already a little sensitive, plus her body is weak and she falls down when she sees the wind, the family is naturally careful to take care of her, and she is unlikely to show her face.

Fan Qiubai is also a peaceful person, according to the words of later generations, it is a house. Besides, although the Fan Mansion in Hangzhou City is not big, it is also a three-in and three-out courtyard, and the back garden is full of flowers and branches, which is enough for her to enjoy and play.

Therefore, Fan Qiubai rarely plays tricks because he can't go out. However, once a year, as usual, it is all because of such an ink meeting.

Painting idiots, painting idiots, love painting idiots. For Fan Qiubai, the calligraphy and painting in the ink painting club across the wall are like addicts to drugs, far away in front of the world, it is really uncomfortable!

Feibai grew up with Fan Qiubai since he was a child, and he didn't know what his little lady was thinking now. At this time, Fan Qiubai pinched his nose, snorted directly, and said, "Oops! It hurts, it hurts! Little lady, let go of my nose, the snot will come out in a while! ”

Fan Qiubai withdrew his hand in fright when he heard this, and then he realized that it was Feibai, a stinky girl, who was teasing herself, so she couldn't help but glance at her, stood up again, and wandered back and forth in her room, unable to sit and lie down.

My heart is like grass, thinking for a while that I don't know what everyone will comment on this year, and then thinking about Mr. Yiming's calligraphy and painting I don't know what it looks like, and thinking about those high-quality calligraphy and paintings, can the eldest brother borrow it for himself to see......

Fan Qiubai was in the room, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, the more irritable he became, and the soles of his feet were going around like wind, and Feibai, who was stealing mung bean cakes, was a little dizzy.

"Oops! Little lady, don't turn again! I've sent that kid to the front, and he'll report back to us at all times. Feibai said helplessly.

"Well done! Well done! Fan Qiubai's eyes lit up, "At least this is comforting!" Even though you can't see the pomp and circumstance ahead, it's good to be able to hear a few points! Feibai, you're such a clever ghost! ”

Fan Qiubai was very happy and smiled like a flower. Looking at Feibai's mouth full of mung bean cakes, he couldn't help laughing, walked over and simply stuffed a whole plate in front of Feibai, and said with a smile: "Reward you, no one will rob you, eat slowly, don't choke again!" ”

"Black black cold paper!" Feibai's happy eyebrows danced, and the sentence "Thank you, little lady" was confused by her mouth full of food.

"Little lady! Flying White Girl! ”

At this moment, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old servant in Tsing Yi ran into the room with a slightly dark complexion and extremely bright eyes, this is immortality.

"Lord Zhizhou and Master Tongju have arrived, as well as Mr. Qi Shichang and Mr. Cheng Yuan, they are all here, and it is not good to be lively outside, the eyes of those young scholars are green, and they are rushing under their noses in a different way!" Changsheng is like a storyteller, foaming at the mouth.

"Qi Shichang is a great Confucian in Hangzhou City, and he must have been invited by Lord Zhizhou to come. Although Mr. Cheng Yuan's reputation is not as loud as Mr. Qi Shichang, in terms of paintings, I am afraid that there is no one in the whole city of Hangzhou who can compare with him! These two have a book and a painting, it seems that this time, no calligraphy and painting can escape the eyes of the two of them! ”

Fan Qiubai also became faintly excited, and his eyes were bright, like stars: "Changsheng, you did a good job." Let's go and find out again! ”

"Okay!" Changsheng was also anxious to see the excitement, so he ran out, lively and active.

"Little lady, that Mr. Cheng Yuan, is it the one who resigned San Langjun a few years ago?" Feibai remembered something and asked curiously.

"You've got a good memory." Fan Qiubai smiled and nodded, "That's right, last summer, the third brother brought a cart of Shu Yu Li to go to apprenticeship, but when the painting was handed over, the third brother didn't even see anyone, so he was blocked back by Mr. Cheng's doorman!" For this matter, the third brother has been depressed for several days! ”

Feibai clapped his hands and laughed: "Yes! I remember! Last year, when San Langjun came back, he was angry, and kicked the Taihu Stone in the backyard, but there was nothing wrong with Taihu Lake, and San Langjun's own shoes were broken not to mention, and he also bled and raised it for half a month before he was raised! It's because of this Mr. Cheng Yuan, isn't it? ”

Fan Qiubai also remembered the events of that day, and when he thought about it, he only felt funny, covered his mouth and giggled: "That's right." The third brother is also asking for hardships, and Mr. Cheng Yuan is notoriously tall and arrogant, how many people want to go to the apprenticeship and eat behind closed doors. The third brother thought that with the reputation of the Fan family, how could the other party give face, but he was embarrassed and thrown home. ”

"Then little lady, you said, San Langjun and Mr. Cheng participated in this ink painting meeting in one place this time, isn't it 'the enemy is very red when they meet'!" Feibai waved his little fist.

"What an enemy! You've heard too much of Mr. Storyteller's words, and you don't know what's in your little head! Fan Qiubai poked Feibai's forehead and said with a smile, "Mr. Cheng is a senior and a famous master. Even if the third brother wants to be angry with him, he has to have that qualification, right? Besides, the third brother is not such a small-bellied person, ink painting will be an elegant thing, where will these things be put on the table? Besides, Mr. Cheng's willingness to come is already to save face for our Fan family, and it's too late for the third brother to be happy. ”

Feibai let out an "oh" and blinked, as if he understood or not.

"Little lady, Feibai girl!" Changsheng rushed over again, the rain wet the green shirt on his body, dotted with stars, "All the calligraphy and painting shops have taken famous paintings and paintings, and several adults and gentlemen have seen it, and they all say that our family's "Traveling Map of Streams and Mountains" is the most wonderful and precious!" ”

"This is expected, and it is also the blessing of the ancestors, which is not worth boasting about." Fan Qiubai nodded slightly, but there was also a little joy on his face, "What about the other families?" What are some of the masterpieces? ”

"The Li family took a picture of Wang Shiyuan's "Panasonic Horse", and everyone admired it for a while. Immortal Dao.

"Ahh Wang Shiyuan...... "Fan Qiubai said, "The world says that he is good at landscapes, and he is very good at painting horses, and that the horses he paints are 'high and low, with fur up and down, and there is no difference between the pen'." Ay! I'd love to borrow it! Is it the Li family? Well, if I can't borrow it, I'll be there another day. Anything else? ”

"The others are not too good at painting and calligraphy...... That's right! Mr. Xixi took a copy of the Dongpo Codex's "Beijing Wine Post", and Mr. Qi Shichang liked it very much, but I don't know why, Lord Zhizhou and Lord Tongju didn't say much. Changsheng said, scratching his head in confusion.

The identity of the official, facing Su Shi's book, is naturally not good to say much. Fan Qiubai understood what he said, smiled slightly, and changed the topic: "Mr. Yiming is holding the "Beijing Wine Post"? Yes, he said that he took two paintings and calligraphy, one for the store and one for the individual. This "Beijing Wine Post" is naturally representative of the store, but which store is it? I don't seem to have heard of him. ”

Changsheng recalled: "It seems that it was opened by someone surnamed Lu. ”

"Lu's?" Fan Qiubai's nose frowned beautifully, and he shook his head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

After a few more words, Fan Qiubai sent Changsheng to explore again. Going back and forth like this more than ten times, in this light spring rain, a layer of fine and dense beads of sweat appeared on Changsheng's forehead, and the green shirt on his body was completely wet, but he still had a grinning smile on his face, and he seemed to be tired of it.

Fan Qiubai noticed that every time Changsheng came to give a report, a pair of clever eyes always swirled on Feibai's body. Feibai pouted a small mouth, occasionally making a face at Changsheng, which would cause the latter to smirk.

This situation lasted until the twilight, and Changsheng ran back with some elude, and said with great interest: "Little lady! Flying White Girl! It's amazing! ”

"What's wrong? What's wrong? This time, even Feibai was interested, leaned over, and stared at a pair of big eyes.

Seeing this, Changsheng became more and more happy, and learned the gentleman who was talking about the drama at the bridgehead, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "Our Mr. Xixi, when he was about to end, stopped everyone and took out an ink painting on paper, saying that it is a wonderful pen that is rare to see in ten years!" Everyone didn't believe it at first, and Saburo-kun also laughed and scolded Mr. Xixi for being rampant, asking him if he had drunk too much somewhere, and ran over to tease everyone. ”

Speaking of this, Changsheng wiped a handful of sweat and rain from his face. Fan Qiubai carefully handed him his handkerchief, where did Changsheng dare to ask for it, he only wiped it casually with his sleeve.

"And then? And then what? Say it! Feibai was not polite to him, and hurriedly asked.

Changsheng continued: "Mr. Xixi didn't explain much, only chuckled, and then took the painting out of the barrel box, held it in the middle of the hall like a treasure, and carefully unfolded it. When only one corner was unfolded, everyone saw that it was a painting that had not yet been framed, how good could it be? Inevitably, those angry scholars grabbed the white and sneered a few words. ”

"These scholars are so strange! They didn't even see the painting, so why should they belittle it first? Feibai stared, very angry.

When Fan Qiubai followed Liu Zhengqing to study, she, as a personal maid, naturally had to learn along. Feibai knew that Liu Zhengqing was a good person and had a close relationship with his family, so he naturally complained about it at this time.

Changsheng smiled and explained: "Feibai girls don't know, those literati scholars of theirs seem to be shaking their heads and reading the articles of sages all day long, but they are actually the least attentive. San Langjun always said that literati are much more powerful than peddlers' pawns! These sarcastic people are all guys who have taken their works, but they have not been appreciated by adults and gentlemen, and they are jealous of that! ”

"Ahh Shameless! Feibai's straight heart, stomping his feet when he heard the words, "What about Mr. Xixi?" Got angry? Did you scold them back? ”