Xuan Ling breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is the fan of the authorities, and the bystanders are clear." ”

In fact, Yue'er can see these details, because she has lived in the acrobatic class for many years, and has personally felt the suffering of the people, Master Ze's sketching, or to contact it with the mentality of a bystander, naturally she can't go deep into the bone marrow.

Master Ze grabbed Yue'er's sleeve and said, "Don't go, stay here and help me make up the story, after I finish painting this long scroll, your story can also be made!" ”

Yue'er didn't expect Master Ze to be so abrupt, so she quickly broke free and flashed behind Xuan Ling.

"Master, don't kill Yu'er, I don't know how to draw, I just think your painting is interesting, and I want to give myself an explanation, not to make up a story!"

Master Ze knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yue'er three times in a row.

"Niangniang's words woke up the dreamer, if this picture of the Thousand Miles of the River is strung together with a story, wouldn't it be a swan song for no one before or after?"

Yue'er was a little at a loss, and said, "Then I want to make up a story for you, and I can only make it up in the palace." ”

Master Ze wrapped the draft booklet, held it in both hands, and said, "This is the work of ten years of decay, please advise my mother!" "He's a completely different person.

Yue'er doesn't pick it up, and it doesn't pick it up.

Xuan Lingqi said: "Master Ze, what should you do with this long scroll?" ”

Master Ze was like an initiation, his body came to the table, and he tore it fiercely, Xuan Ling was shocked and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Master, master, what are you going to do here?"

"This long scroll is still flawed, the old decay is just a record of scenes, and what is the value, "A Thousand Miles of the River" must become a swan song for the ages, the old decay from today, redraw this painting, to use the story to coherent!"

Yue'er hurriedly said: "Even if it is repainted, there is a lot to refer to this painting, why destroy it?" ”

Master Ze said proudly: "Only one heirloom is needed in his life, and future generations know it, or if they don't know, anyway, the rest of the wish is enough!" ”

"Yes, the master's spirit is worthy of admiration, but Yu'er is only a shallow learner, why don't Your Majesty ask the scholars of the Hanlin Academy to help compile it?"

"No, this has to be you, most of the scholars of the Hanlin Academy are a bunch of bullshit, and I don't know how they got in!"

Hearing this, Xuan Ling's face was a little unbearable, and he smiled awkwardly.

Yue'er had to let her father-in-law take the draft book.

"Okay, I'll help you make up the story, I guess it might take a month to finish."

"Thank you Niangniang, Niangniang is talented, the old man is convinced, but after you make up the story, no one can tell you, not even the emperor!"

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because the old decay wants to complete this heirloom work to show it to His Majesty, Your Majesty knows it, what other surprises are there?"

"Oh, then your majesty will say yes?"

Xuan Ling nodded and said, "Of course I agree, in order to get a hand-me-down, how can I refuse this small request!" ”

Master Ze thanked him, Xuan Ling took Yue'er to say goodbye, and he respectfully sent out of the small building.

Walking out of the corridor, Gonggong Tong praised in the back: "Your Majesty Shengming, Your Majesty's matter is groundbreaking, I am afraid that from now on, no one will be able to do such a feat." ”

Xuan Ling smiled proudly: "Yes, calligraphy and painting have the same origin, I began to compile the book of inheritance from the Taizong Dynasty, this is to collect the wisdom of the predecessors, and now I want to compile and paint the painting of the world, this is the creation of the present, so that future generations are unattainable!" ”

Yue'er knew that Da Wei's hand-me-down book had been compiled three times, and now Xuan Ling had such ambitions, which was really not to be underestimated.

Then, Xuan Ling took Yue'er to visit an attic, the owner of the attic was a teenager, only seventeen or eighteen years old, he did not paint, but squatted on the ground to grind stones, grinding intently, he still pasted a lot of landscape paintings in the attic, the color is very strange.

Yue'er was a little suspicious, this time she didn't dare to speak, for fear of causing trouble again.

The young man only saluted Xuan Ling, and then continued to grind the stone.

The two stood for a moment, Yue'er felt that this young man was very attentive, he was not as arrogant as Master Ze, but he was calm by nature, and the drafts hanging in his attic were all craggy dry mountains, with sharp and old brushstrokes, not at all a representative of his age, so he couldn't help but feel good and nodded.

Xuan Ling looked at it for a moment, then pulled Yue'er downstairs, and waited until she was out of the pavilion before Yue'er dared to speak.

"Your Majesty, this, this young man is also a master?"

"Yes, Yu'er, don't look at his young age, he is a big genius, when he first arrived at the Imperial Painting Academy, he learned the basics with other children in the back hall, but after only a year of painting, there is no teacher who can teach him!"

"Oh, what's his name, why doesn't he paint, but grinds stones on the ground?"

"Haha, his name is Meng Xi, he said that he doesn't like some paints, it will change color after a long time, and he has to adjust the right color by himself, I have already ordered, whatever he wants, give him anything, everything meets his requirements!"

Father-in-law Tong is a little slappy, but Yue'er's mood is a little heavy, the so-called plaything is demoralized, Xuan Ling, as the emperor, how can he put his mind on cultivating painters and playing with these things all day long?

The Imperial Painting Academy occupies a huge area, Xuan Ling took Yue'er for more than two hours, and only turned less than half, and some of the masters Yue'er saw were indeed admirable, but there were also a few people who were indiscriminate.

Among them, there is a calligrapher and painter surnamed Mi, his eyes are smart, and he is a disciple of the camp at a glance, but Xuan Ling actually respects him the most, saying that he doesn't know Mr. Mi, and he has read poetry and books for 30 years.

"Mr. Mi is not only excellent in calligraphy and painting, but also proficient in government affairs, and he is my right-hand man!"

When Yue'er knew that this Mr. Mi was a member of the court's rite department, she was taken aback, and she didn't expect that this guy would be in the right and left, and his official fortune would be prosperous.

The innermost part of the Imperial Painting Institute is a four-story building with pure wooden structure, this building is carved with beams and painted buildings, and the roof outline changes to a cross-ridged roof.

"This is my Tibetan Painting Pavilion, Feiyun Tower!"

Xuan Ling pointed to this tall building with pride.

"Oh, Your Majesty, you must have a lot of famous paintings here, right?"

"Of course, Wu took the wind and Cao Yi came out of the water, and I will take you to see the collection here today!"

Wu took the wind, it was the Tang Dynasty painter Wu Daozi, and Cao Yi was the Northern Qi painter Cao Zhongda, one of these two people was called the painting saint, and the other was called the Cao family, both of which were extraordinary.

Yue'er had some expectations in her heart, although Xuan Ling was the king of a country, it was not easy to collect the paintings of Wu Daozi and Cao Zhongda.

There is a fence outside Feiyun Tower, and there are two guards guarding there, Xuan Ling took Yue'er in, and walked downstairs, Xuan Ling suddenly covered his stomach and said with a smile: "Every time I walk here, I can't help but change my clothes, Yu'er, you stay here for a while." ”

Yue'er knew that changing clothes was a compliment, and the two of them had been shopping for so long, and it was also convenient for them to do so.

"Yes, Your Majesty, please take a look."

"Okay, you wait, I'll come when I go."

After Xuan Ling finished speaking, she took her father-in-law and walked towards the back of Feiyun Tower, and the two guards also followed, Yue'er was bored alone, so she walked downstairs and looked up, she thought that there were guards outside anyway, so it didn't hurt to take a look for herself.

Walking up the wooden ladder to the second floor, Yue'er seemed to smell a strange smell, and she couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in her heart, so she walked a few steps to the door and gently pushed it open.

Splashed on the ground, something fell on Yue'er's head, but before she had time to look, she heard a snap, as if something was being lit, the door was not opened, as soon as it was pushed open, a flame suddenly jumped up, Yue'er screamed, and hurriedly retreated.

"Someone, it's on fire!"

The fire was very violent, and after Yue'er retreated, she immediately found that several rows of bookshelves inside were instantly ignited, and it was estimated that there should be sulfur sprinkled here, and once it was lit, it would immediately catch fire.

Yue'er found that she couldn't put out the fire, so she immediately rushed downstairs, and at this time, the two guards outside the fence had realized that something was wrong, and immediately rang the gong.

The Imperial Painting Institute was suddenly alarmed, and many people rushed here.

"Walk the water, walk the water—"

Someone came running with buckets.