Between the fences of the third floor of Yunshui Pavilion to Yong'an Canal, a bookcase, a piece of rice paper, a color disc, a few brushes, and a beautiful person, just blowing the wind, looking at the crowded crowd below, rising and falling on the paper......

She is Ouyang Mustard, a famous talented woman in the capital, who paints by Shan, and her works are collected in galleries of all sizes in Chang'an City. Or ten taels, or one hundred taels, the painting is delicate, the price is moderate, and it has always been the first choice for merchants in the capital to collect. It is also a small symbol in Chang'an's paintings.

But she is such an iconic painting talent, who faces the crowded flow of paintings, but at the moment she exudes anxiety and uneasiness. The pen is intermittent and incoherent, let alone completed in one go. If someone who doesn't know his identity sees it, I'm afraid they will mistake it for a student who has just held a pen.

The maid behind Ouyang Yaoqin was very strange, and she kept frowning, because they had never seen their young lady in such a state when she was painting, and they all wondered if the young lady had something on her mind, or if she had a relationship problem?

"Shhh

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and a whole sheet of rice paper that had just been composed was torn to shreds. The maid behind her calmly did not move at all. Because this is not the picture scroll that was torn off in the first chapter. On the side of the bookcase, the same waste paper was all over the floor.

After tearing up a painting, Ouyang Mustard Qin would always slam the pen on the ground in annoyance, pick it up again after venting his emotions, and then start again.

This is not a pleasant process, every time the painting is torn off, Ouyang Mustard's mood will drop a point, and after a few times, tears have already occupied his eyes.

Centrifugal detachment, painting is taboo, Ouyang Mustard Qin is destined to be unable to paint in such a state.

At this time, another maid came up with a piece of paper: "Miss, there is a masterpiece below, please take a look." ”

Ouyang Mustard Qin was annoyed and waved his hand: "Don't look at it, don't look at it!" The people in the market below, where do they come from? The first few poems are all inferior, far from Miss Ben's, and reading them only makes me more irritable. ”

The maid who had been following behind him made a look, meaning to tell the maid not to say any more. But the maid insisted on not leaving, and still held the piece of paper: "Miss, you can really take a look at it this time, many people say that this work is better than Miss's poem...... Also ......"

Ouyang Mustard Qin turned around: "What else?" ”

"It's still good!"

Ouyang Mustard Qin's willow eyebrows twriggled slightly like an earthworm, and he looked at the maid suspiciously: "Really? ”

The maid was a little frightened and shrunk her neck: "The slave doesn't understand, she just listens to what others say." ”

"Show me."

Only then did the maid hand the paper in her hand to Ouyang Mustard. Ouyang Mustard Qin took the paper with the poems written on it and looked at it, the crooked handwriting on it suddenly made her scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and she threw it aside: "What is written here?" Three-year-old children write better than this, and I don't think this person has ever been to school, so how can he write good poems? ”

The maid picked up the paper again and patiently explained: "Miss, at the beginning, everyone said the same, laughing at the man's ugly words, thinking that he couldn't write good poems, but when everyone read the poems above, they were so shocked that their mouths grew. Many people said that he copied it, but they all admitted that it was a masterpiece. ”

A maid has been talking about a poem for so long?

Ouyang Mustard Qin was a little suspicious, and took it again: "Is it really as good as you say?" ”

The maid didn't reply, and let Ouyang Mustard Qin see it for herself.

The brush words on the paper are really ugly to a certain level, and I can't even understand the most basic points, horizontal and vertical, crooked, not to mention the different thicknesses, and it is very difficult to look at and laugh.

Ouyang Mustard Qin twisted his brows into twists, and read word by word: "Happy New Year...... One year old, spring breeze...... Spring breeze sends ...... Send warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households...... On the day, always replace the new peach with the old charm. ”

After one time, Ouyang Mustard Qin didn't quite understand, and after a while, he read it again: "The harvest year is full of joy, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu." Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. ”

Don't look at this work without much meaning, but combined with the situation downstairs, it is really a work that is appropriate to the time, and there is casual joy between the words, the author should be a bold and uninhibited person with considerable skills!

"Who is doing this?"

The maid shook her head: "I don't know." ”

"How's it looking?" Ouyang Yaoqin estimated that there were no more than twenty people in Chang'an who could have such skills, even if they hadn't seen it, they should have heard of it.

But the maid's description has no clues, only that it is a young man of about ten years, followed by a beautiful little woman, who seems to be the man's wife.

How can you know who else is based on this? Ouyang Mustard Qin hurriedly asked again: "Where is that person?" Take me to him quickly. ”

The maid replied, "The man is gone." ”

"Gone?" Ouyang Mustard Qin was surprised, "Why did you leave so quickly?" ”

"Miss, people didn't plan to come in at all, I heard that the reason why I wrote poetry was because I had a quarrel with someone, and I wrote poetry to prove myself."

"Hey!" Ouyang Mustard Qin sighed, a little disappointed, I thought that there was finally something new to adjust my state of painting, but I didn't expect that everyone had already left, "Let's go." ”

After speaking, Ouyang Yaoqin casually glanced at the piece of paper again, and when he was about to re-paint, he seemed to suddenly realize something, his face changed, he looked back at the paper again, and stared at the crooked white paper for a long time, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Suddenly, Ouyang Mustard Qin took out a crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve, opened it and saw that there were five unknown circles and several unknown threads on it, which others couldn't understand at all, but Ouyang Mustard Qin would not forget what the inconspicuous circles and lines on the paper represented. But what she cares more about at the moment is that the lines on it seem to be somewhat similar to the lines used in the handwriting on the paper next to her!

"That's not right! It's not just similar! It's the same! ”

Ouyang Mustard Qin was very sure, because she had to look at this piece of paper for a long time every day, and it was the five stones on it that made her lose confidence in painting now, and a lot of waste paper around her was given by that person!

"How long has the man been gone?"

"Less than a quarter of an hour."

"In what direction?"

The maid pointed blankly to the north. Ouyang Mustard Qin took advantage of the situation, looked down from the third floor, and really saw a figure in the crowd that was very similar to that person!

Ouyang Yaoqin dropped the pen, turned around and carried the hem of her skirt and dared downstairs.

Before the two maids could react, the young lady had already rushed down the first floor, and the two hurriedly chased after them, shouting loudly: "Miss, what are you going to do?" ”

"Don't follow, I'll go find the poet!"

Can you really not follow if you don't follow? I don't look at how many people are on the street, how to explain if something goes wrong with the young lady?

The two maids glanced at each other, and followed without saying a word.