Chapter 139: Genius

The shopkeeper picked up the book "Sou Shen Ji" on the counter and shook it to the scholar behind him, his face was full of confidence and self-satisfaction, Du Yiyi took this opportunity to take a closer look at the shopkeeper's rarely revealed cheeks, the black hair was tied to the top of his head with a wooden hairpin, and a pair of bright eyes under the thick eyebrows revealed the flamboyant frivolity that he should have at this age, the cheekbones on both sides of the thin cheeks were high, and the low and collapsed nose bridge made this nose the most conspicuous organ on this face, and the raised lip line was thin and long, such a look grabbed a lot on the street, It can be said to be the most ordinary and ordinary face.

"Shopkeeper, let Yan Gongzi try it!"

The scholars turned their heads in unison when they heard the voice, and Yan Xinglu and Lu Qing, who were looking away from the crowd, both changed their faces and quieted down.

Du Yiyi frowned, pulled Gardenia and Xu's mother to stand in an inconspicuous corner.

Yan Xinglu was pulled by Lu Qing, he didn't see him for more than a month, Yan Xinglu lost a little weight and became a little decadent, he is now in the cabinet to review, although he has his father Yan Liu's help, but no one will question it with his talent, at the beginning of the establishment of the cabinet, the six ministries were all opposed, and many people also had a good attitude towards it, but fortunately, Lu Yi'an Yan Liuliu is really a capable person, but the cabinet system has been perfected for more than a month, and the power of the six ministries has also stabilized the court turmoil after the Fuhu Army Mutiny, Although everyone attributed the credit to the three cabinet elders, the contributions made by the cabinet from top to bottom are also indelible.

The nerd Yan Xinglu once also brought her unforgettable touch, Yan Xinglu's selfless dedication when she was most in danger and helpless, is the warmth that she will never forget in her heart, but Ai Cheng farewell, the distance between the two is not only the distance between Yan Mansion and Rui Wangfu, Ning Zhiyuan has always been suspicious of the matter between her and Yan Xinglu, even if they have stepped out of the capital together to work hard for the hope in their hearts, even if they have experienced wind and rain and hardships, even if they have told each other that they are struggling in the jokes of the sky, now, When she saw him, she could only hide in a corner and watch silently.

Yan Xinglu became famous as a talented man when he was a teenager, and six years ago he took off the first place in the red list in the state examination, and then although he entered the official career, he has now entered the cabinet and become a leader among the people, and he has already had a certain prestige status in this group of scholars.

"Who am I, it turned out to be a great talent in Beijing, it seems that today I am going to make money, and the paintings of great talents are a hundred times higher than my anonymous paintings!" The shopkeeper laughed and arched his hand with Yan Xinglu.

Yan Xinglu returned the salute and said respectfully: "Don't dare, don't dare, the paintings of Kuang Xiaofeng, the holy hand of Danqing, can be described as high and hard to find." ”

Among scholars, etiquette is advocated, and many talented people have honorific titles, Yan Xinglu can be named a great talent because of his unparalleled poetry, and the shopkeeper in front of him who is not good-looking actually has the title of Danqing Holy Hand, which really surprised Du Yiyi in the corner.

Most of the scholars also knew this name, and they all listened carefully and did not speak. Curious, Du Yiyi whispered to the scholar beside him, only then did he know the origin of the shopkeeper's Danqing holy hand, and the shopkeeper Kuang Xiaofeng is also a celebrity in their circle, but his reputation is mixed, the shopkeeper Kuang Xiaofeng writes well, and the best thing is the appearance of everyone's Danqing masterpieces, which makes it difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it is said that most of the books in this calligraphy and painting shop are actually mostly written by the shopkeeper Kuang Xiaofeng himself after the masterpieces of famous artists, Kuang Xiaofeng's characters are well written, But the word is imitated by the famous artist, so it is sold cheaply, and the painting has never imitated the famous artist, that is, when he is in a good mood, he makes it as he likes, and it is rare to see it on weekdays, so Yan Xinglu will have this saying.

"Then the great talent, please! You can be here to testify, we are easy to paint, but no one takes advantage of anyone. ”

The shopkeeper invited Yan Xinglu to the desk where he was painting.

The diligent scholar immediately began to polish ink for Yan Xinglu.

A three-foot-long clip was spread on the table, and the blue and white porcelain pen was placed on the shelf, and a gui pen was placed on the shelf, Yan Xinglu walked to the table, and the scholars outside pierced in, regardless of stepping on their feet, shoulders and shoulders, stretched their necks and looked inside, and those who had already occupied the advantage of the terrain were impatient and righteous and drove the scholars behind to retreat on the grounds of hindering Yan Xinglu's painting.

The first time she saw Yan Xinglu, Lu Xiangxue called him a genius, and she heard countless people call him a genius, but she never saw him chanting poems and painting on ink except for Yan Xinglu's stupid and pedantic atmosphere.

Yan Xinglu looked up at the weeping willow picture hanging on the bookshelf in front of the desk, and when he saw the familiar song of a cut plum, his brain exploded like a cannonball explosion, and he repeatedly read the willow in the cut plum under the weeping willow in a low voice, and those days that had passed more than a month in his long life could only be regarded as a snap of time appeared in his mind, and the pain of not being able to see each other on the same land today had long since erased the edges and corners of his youth and frivolity, He experienced that no one could understand the pain that no one could complain about except Yang Huaijin on the West Mountain, and let himself be busy in the government, the more he wanted to forget, the more unforgettable it was, his young achievements were famous, his mind was above his peers, it was difficult for a woman to open his heart, Du Yiyi was the only one, the only one, the first one, three ones, enough for Yan Xinglu to remember for a lifetime and never forget.

"In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; When I came today, it was raining and snowing. Yan Xinglu muttered the longest tender verse in this long-ago war song, and his dim eyes instantly radiated light, he could understand that this should be the origin of Du Yiyi's name, because he knew what season Du Yiyi and Shen Ke met at the beginning.

In his mind, he already had a picture.

It was in the vastness of the snowy world, she was in his arms, the cold was gone, the fear subsided, the new beginning of life, the beginning of this secret love.

Dip the pen in ink, leaning over the painting, the west wind is dashing and the world is vast, the horses gallop not far away, the generals in armor, holding the dying child in their arms, stepping on the snow and galloping, the red plum is fragrant, standing at the front of the right side of the painting.

On the top of the red plum, there are four lines of small characters as the title, this is the poem in the Book of Poetry. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. The way is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn.

My heart is sad, I don't know how I mourn,

Four words, when he is in the mood at this time, and now stands.

Compared with the simple but atmospheric weeping willow picture of the shopkeeper who wins with artistic conception, this picture is full and protrudes the tenderness of the warrior and the plot is breathtaking, it seems that it is not up and down, the weeping willow picture is better than the artistic conception, and Yan Xinglu's picture of the return of the warrior is delicate and exquisite and lifelike, and the scholars who watched Yan Xinglu's painting are all applauded.

The shopkeeper stood aside, watching Yan Xinglu's first stroke fall to the last stroke, he looked at the sun outside, the sun was thin, it was the sunset when dusk, it was rare to be able to draw such a delicate and delicate picture in half an hour.

"In my heart, your skills are higher than mine! It's just that I don't understand something, why does the general hold a child in his hands? The shopkeeper asked.

If you want to highlight the tenderness of the warrior or use the red plum as a metaphor for the arrogance of the warrior, why should there be such a child? This is a question on the minds of many people.

"This is a story I know, I wrote this story in a fuwen circulating in the capital a few months ago, I think you have all heard it!" Yan Xinglu put down his pen, and put down his left hand, which had been holding the sleeve of his right hand, and the child whose face was hidden in the arms of the general had already grown up, but such a beginning, was it lucky or unfortunate for her?

"It turns out that Yan Gongzi painted the story between General Shen and Princess Rui's brothers and sisters!" Some scholars suddenly remembered the Fuwen that was widely circulated in the capital at that time, and their mouths suddenly opened.

As soon as these words came out, the scholars who were puzzled suddenly realized, and the scholars who couldn't see the painting were so anxious that they jumped up and down.

Du Yiyi, who was hidden in a corner, couldn't see the paintings that made the scholars stunned, but she could hear the stories told by Yan Xinglu and these scholars.

"General Shen was the commander of the Jingcheng cavalry battalion two years ago, patrolling outside the city of Jingcheng when the road was closed by the snow, and when he returned, he saw the corpses of countless people who were robbed and slaughtered by horse thieves, and the original Princess Rui was dying in the ice and snow for two days and two nights, General Shen rescued it and brought it back to the army for treatment to save her life, Princess Rui stayed by General Shen's side to repay the great favor, and there were no women and children left in the army. Then he and the commander of the Jingcheng army begged General Song to take him in the army, and became a brother and sister in front of General Song, and since then they have relied on each other! I especially liked this story. ”

"I've heard about this for a long time, it's true, I don't believe the rumors for the head!"

The scholar who was moved by this muttered.

The shopkeeper looked intently at the painting that had not yet dried, and straightened his waist for a long time: "I have long heard of General Shen's benevolence and righteousness, and there are very few people I Kuang Xiaofeng admires in my life, but General Shen is one, he can join the army for thirteen to kill the enemy, it is an example for my generation, I can't listen to other people's foul words and swear words, Yan Gongzi's painting is just my joy, today's weeping willow picture and this "Sou Shen Ji" belong to Yan Gongzi!" Do you have any objections? ”

No one among the scholars had any objections.

"That's good! Yan Gongzi, this weeping willow picture is yours! ”

Amid the cheers of everyone, the shopkeeper took off the weeping willow diagram and rolled it up and sent it to Yan Xinglu.

Yan Xinglu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took the weeping willow picture, but kept looking at the corner where there was no one.

She should already know what he was going to say!

A man promises a thousand gold, and he must abide by the oath he made, and the two have nothing to do with each other again, and he can only swallow the bitter fruit he has sown.

It's time for a good show to end, taking advantage of the crowd's commotion, Du Yiyi has already walked out of the crowd with Xu's mother Gardenia, the story between Du Yiyi and Shen Ke Xuan's mother Gardenia knows it, but not many people outside know it, compared to this beautiful story, they believe in those more topical rumors, Yan Xinglu can do his best to correct the image of Shen Du and the two in the hearts of the people and correct their relationship, this friendship is already very rare.

The snow-white world has melted, this snow, this rare sun has finally become a thing of the past, the water droplets on the eaves are dripping and falling, looking at the bustling crowd, Du Yiyi has a mouthful of turbidity in her heart that is not unhappy but can't be spit out, this winter, the only person who can make her feel warm is Yan Xinglu.