Chapter Seventy-Seven: Enjoying Flowers and Paintings 2

"It seems that this flower pond is not suitable for appreciation. Good for peek-a-boo. As he spoke, he walked towards Chu Tian and Qiao'er.

When Chu Tian heard this, his face flushed with embarrassment, glared at Qiao'er fiercely, and said in his heart: Let me be embarrassed again, dead cat.

Qiao'er ran away with a smoke.

Leaving Chu Tian and Zhixi, the courtyard was silent.

Zhixi saw the painting in Chu Tian's hand and asked, "Painting?" ”

Chu Tian calmly picked up the scroll and nodded: "Well, the painting of the son of the Lou family, borrow it and take a look." ”

Zhixi thought about it: "Lou family? I heard that the last son of the Lou family, the second son, passed away today. ”

Chu Qian looked at him: "You also know this?" ”

Zhixi smiled proudly like a child, and said: "This king has many ears and eyes in the capital. As he spoke, he grabbed Chu Tian's wrist.

Before Chu Tian could react, Zhixi pulled her to the study.

Chu Tian struggled for a moment, looked at Zhixi with wide eyes, and said, "What is this?" ”

Zhixi's hand tightened and said, "Aren't you going to appreciate the painting?" Why not together? ”

"I..." Chu Tian still wanted to struggle, but he couldn't say a reason to refuse, so he was pulled into the study.

Chu Tian reluctantly put the painting on the table and said, "This is full of flowers on the other side of the courtyard, thank you." But in fact, I borrowed these paintings just to look at them, and I didn't know how to paint or appreciate them. ”

"Then you can sit with me." Zhixi spoke softly and sat down on the chair.

He opened the paintings and said, "The style of the Lou family's paintings, although the paintings are different, are all similar. There are only the three sons of the Lou family, who are different from others. Unfortunately, he died young. As he spoke, there was a faint displeasure in his eyes.

Chu Tian was silent, and immediately felt that Zhixi's words seemed to be acquaintances with the Lou family, and raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know the third son of the Lou family?" ”

Zhixi nodded and said, "The third prince is an elegant person. He is a natural painter, but he is also quite good at marksmanship. Inherited from Dazong Temple, we are the same door. I also talked about Sheng Huan, and talked about marksmanship. ”

Chu leaned on the table, deeply interested, and approached Zhixi and asked, "What is Dazong Temple?" What is the temperament of the third son, but he is a good person? ”

Zhixi raised his hand and flicked Chu Tian's head and said, "Speaking of the third son, are you full of interest?" The expression was pretending to be serious.

Chu puffed out his mouth and wanted to bounce back, but he immediately gave up and said, "Isn't there a lot of dead people in Lou Mansion, I think it's weird, so I want to ask." ”

Zhixi smiled and shook his head: "This is the real reason why you brought back these paintings." ”

was guessed again, and Chu Tian nodded unconvinced.

Zhixi looked at the painting and said with a look of regret: "The third son has a warm temperament and is a painting idiot. I am not interested in the affairs of my family and country, and I have no intention of being in the country. But to be kind and sincere, is open-minded, worthy of fellowship. After saying that, Zhixi exhaled quietly and continued: "Dazong Temple is the place where the martial arts of the Wei State are concentrated. It's all masters, grandmasters. The acceptance of apprentices is also extremely strict, only accepting people with high talent, good understanding, and hard work. ”

Chu Tian suddenly thought of the side and asked, "Do you use a gun on weekdays?" I don't think you have any weapons at your side. ”

Zhixi raised his hand lightly, and a jade bone gold wire fan was drawn out of his sleeve, he stretched out the folding fan, lightly placed it on the table and said, "I often use this." However, I am familiar with all the weapons of the hundred schools, and I can use them all. ”

Chu Tian was attracted by that fan, a peerless treasure. She remembered that she had seen Zhixi take the fan during the Suzaku feast.