Three days later.

Chongbunkan.

The calligraphy and painting donation meeting was carried out as scheduled.

Chongwen Museum is built in the south of the imperial city, from the outside the scale is not less than the Imperial Painting Academy, there are rockeries and artificial lakes when you walk in, but the artificial lake does not pass into the Ben River, it is considered a pool of stagnant water, but there are residual lotus swimming fish in the lake, although the weather is still cold, but the scenery is quite good.

Xuan Ling took Yue'er to Chongwen Pavilion.

Yue'er was a little surprised, but she didn't expect that the luxury of Chongwen Pavilion was no worse than that of the Imperial Painting Academy.

Xuan Ling is wearing a green coat today, he has decreed, today is mainly for calligraphy and painting appreciation, the monarch and ministers do not have to meet here, in order to save those red tape, but even so, the Chongwen Hall is full of forbidden army guards, and they all look serious.

Every guest who enters the Chongwen Pavilion today has a special invitation, and each invitation card corresponds to only one person, who is the minister of painting donation or his family, as well as the invited celebrities of Windy City, it can be said that everyone has a very high status.

Yue'er was wearing a muslin shirt, and Xuan Ling took care of her to dress plainly, so she only wore a silver hairpin on her head, and in order to avoid suspicion, she covered her face with a light veil.

Under the guidance of a team of forbidden army guards, Xuan Ling and Yue'er walked into the main entrance hall, because of the burning of the Tibetan Painting Pavilion, so all corners of the Chongwen Pavilion were added with large water tanks, which were used to extinguish the fire once it broke out.

At this time, there were already many people in the Chongwen Pavilion.

Some people whispered, and many people didn't know who the concubine of this veil was.

When he entered the temple gate, three old men and a young man stood there to greet them.

These four people are Prime Minister Sikong, Taiwei Gao, Deputy Envoy Lin Shumi, and Meng Xi, all four of them are in civilian clothes today, and when they see Xuan Ling and Yue'er, they bow down and give salutes.

Yue'er felt a little strange why Meng Xi would come here, and then thought that it was Xuan Ling who asked him to help her taste calligraphy and painting.

In addition to Meng Xi, Xuan Ling introduced Yue'er one by one.

That Sikong is over sixty years old, he is not tall, he looks like a pedant, he wears a dark Confucian costume, gentle and humble, and looks polite, but Yue'er can see that he is shrewd and introverted, and he belongs to a scheming and hidden person.

Lin Chengyong is a middle-aged man in his forties, he is wearing a cyan robe, when he knew that Yue'er was Concubine Duan, he couldn't help but take a deep seat, the person Lin Zhaoyi wanted to kill was Concubine Duan, so his face was full of guilt.

Taiwei Gao is the oldest of the three, he looks like he is in his seventies, his back is slightly hunched, his hand is on crutches, his head is white, and his appearance looks a little wooden, but his eyes are still flashing, Yue'er feels that this is a scheming guy, and it was this old guy who charged the Ran family with treason in the first place.

Xuan Ling said: "Okay, Meng Xi stays, you don't have to accompany me, as soon as the three of you come, everyone will follow, how can I still appreciate calligraphy and painting?" ”

"Yes, yes."

The three of them bowed and retreated.

Xuan Ling walked into the main hall with Yue'er and Meng Xi, but behind them, there were still more than a dozen guards.

There are a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging in the main hall, and at a glance, most of these paintings and calligraphy are yellow, as if they have a sense of age.

Yue'er found that a girl had been following from a distance in the crowd, she was dressed as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, her actual age was slightly older, but it would not exceed twenty, this girl had a flying fairy bun on her head, and her body was brocade, and her temperament was noble.

Xuan Ling's mind was only on calligraphy and painting at the moment, and when he looked at it, his face sank, but Meng Xi was expressionless.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Yue'er found out that something was wrong and asked.

"Many of these paintings and calligraphy are fakes, they actually dare to fool me, are they so fooled when I am fooled!"

Xuan Ling was about to get angry when he said that, and he wanted to go up and tear those paintings.

"Your Majesty, how do you know that these paintings and calligraphy are fake?"

Yue'er knew that if she persuaded directly, Xuan Ling would be even more angry.

Xuan Ling said to Meng Xi: "You tell Concubine Duan." ”

Meng Xi said: "Niangniang, please see, there are two calligraphy here, there are actually two pieces of Wang Youjun's "Seventeen Posts", and that word - the world returns to the heart, this is the calligraphy of His Majesty, but the inscription is actually Yan Zhenqing, this fake person is really of a very low level, it is simply unrelated!" ”

Yue'er couldn't help but laugh.

"Then Your Majesty, what do you think of the level of writing by this impostor?"

Xuan Ling looked at it for a while and sighed: "These people, some of them are clumsy, and some of them are really well written, even if they are less than Wang Youjun. ”

"Oh, why is that?"

"One is that the descendants have made progress on the basis of their predecessors, and the other is that the pen-making process of our dynasty has grown, but these people's style is definitely not as good as Wang Youjun, they deliberately imitate and have no own characteristics."

"Your Majesty, the concubine thinks that you don't need to be angry about these imitations."

"How can this be done, if I don't punish those who make up the numbers for making up the numbers, won't it hurt the heart of the minister of Jiaozhen painting?"

"Your Majesty, those ministers who take counterfeit works to give advice, it means that they don't understand calligraphy and painting, and think they are authentic masterpieces, but you punish them, won't it make them hurt both money and heart, how many people in the world can there be people like Your Majesty who have connoisseurship?"

Xuan Ling was extremely comfortable, and Zhao Ju told him not to loot the minister three days ago, although he couldn't listen to this, he wasn't so angry.

"If you say so, I'm going to reward them?"

Meng Xi had stepped aside at this time.

Yue'er whispered in Xuan Ling's ear: "No, Your Majesty can not say it, and then return those fakes, those who understand in their hearts and want to be blinded will be replaced and sent again, and those who don't understand think that Your Majesty can't look down on them, but they are at ease." ”

Xuan Ling laughed, shook his head and said: "No, you are doing this is a conspiracy, asking the ministers to figure out the holy will, and they will be afraid when they see me in the future, thinking that I am changing my way to test people's hearts, it is not appropriate, the gentleman is frank, a fake is a fake, I just scold them!" ”

Yue'er sighed, she felt that Xuan Ling was also reasonable, her idea was a conspiracy, but Xuan Ling was talking about a conspiracy.

At this time, an old man wearing a dark color dress stepped forward to salute.

Yue'er found out that this person was actually Ouyang Mu, and she hadn't seen her for many days, and there were a few more strands of gorgeous hair on his temples.

"Lord Ouyang, what collection did you bring with you today, I came to taste it?"

Xuan Ling half-joked.

Ouyang Mu approached Xuan Ling and whispered, "Your Majesty, do you know that the painting gallery in Gale City has made a lot of money in the past two days. ”

"What's going on?"

"It's not like you have to get together three or five paintings and calligraphy to hand in."

Xuan Ling sighed, glanced at Ouyang Mu, was a little displeased, and said secretly: "You don't think I can see it!" ”

Yue'er knew that Xuan Ling was going to be angry again, so she hurriedly pulled his sleeve.

Xuan Ling said: "Lord Ouyang, what do you mean?" ”

Ouyang Mu glanced around, and said nervously: "Half of the calligraphy and paintings in today's tasting meeting were made in the past two days, and all Wang Wei's "Snow Map" was painted by a guy named Yuxi invited by the art gallery!" ”

"yes, where is the Snow Map, take me to see it."

Ouyang Mu led Xuan Ling and Yue'er forward, and Meng Xi followed behind.

The four of them came to a painting, only to see that the composition of this "Snow Map" was very peculiar, with a few dead trees in the middle, and behind the dead trees were snow-capped mountains.

"Your Majesty, look, this one was also painted by him, and he actually dared to pretend to be Wang Wei!"

Ouyang Mu pointed to a picture of winter-colored mountains not far away, very indignant.

"Who is that Yuxi and where is he?"

"This Yuxi is a rogue market painter, he has no teacher, the old minister just saw him probing his brain in the crowd, he should be here!"

Xuan Ling turned around and asked Meng Xi.

"What do you think of this Qiuxi?"

"Yes, some ideas."

"How do you compare?"

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment, bowed down and said, "Based on this painting alone, maybe it is slightly better than Xiaochen two years ago." ”

Xuan Ling laughed.

"You were only fifteen years old two years ago, and you haven't entered the back hall of the Imperial Painting Academy, so this person is not a master."

"Your Majesty, this person is still good, his composition is strange, although he imitates Wang Wei, he has his own artistic conception, which is also rare."