Snow satin is worth a lot of money, where does the maid get the silver to buy snow satin?

"Nonsense! You have no evidence, why should you slander me! Shen Qianqian was anxious, but she also knew that she must not admit it, otherwise she would become a laughing stock among nobles from then on.

Wei Yan was also happy when he heard it, and said, "Then it's better to call Dali Siqing to come over and try this theft case." ”

Dali Temple?

Shen Qianqian had never seen this battle, her legs trembled, she knelt in front of Wei Yan and cried and begged for mercy: "Qianqian really didn't steal, the prince wants to believe me, it is Shen Yuan who slanders me......"

Wei Yan took a step back in disgust, for fear that Shen Qianqian would pounce on him. Shen Yuan stood in front of Wei Yan without a trace, and said to Zhu Lan, the maid beside Shen Qianqian: "Shame on her, send her home." ”

"Grandmother asked me to come, what qualifications do you have to send me back?!" Shen Qianqian knelt on the ground and looked at Shen Yuan hatefully.

"Are you going back to your house by yourself now, or will I send someone to send you to the prison of Dali Temple and choose one?" Shen Yuan raised his eyes, the cold light flashed in his peach blossom eyes, and the smile on his face also subsided, obviously angry.

"I don't ......"

"Then just break your leg and send it to prison." Wei Yan directly interrupted Shen Qianqian's words, and said impatiently.

Shen Qianqian choked, how dare she say no, and left with Zhu Lan in embarrassment.

She must go back and sue her grandmother so that she can clean her up!

"It takes so much tongue to deal with such an idiot." Wei Yan took the fruit wine poured by Shen Yuan and said.

"The prince of the world is used to being high, and there are more people who protect you, so the prince can do things without worrying about the consequences. But I can't, since I was a child, my parents died, my grandmother didn't like it, my eldest brother died in battle when I was seven years old, and now my sister is guarding the border instead of my eldest brother, not in Chang'an, how dare I be willful? ”

Shen Kite's tone was flat, as if what she was saying was not her own business.

Wei Yan's heart was a little touched, and Yu Guang saw Shen Yuan's indifferent appearance, and he couldn't even find a trace of sadness on his face, and frowned: "Won't you be sad?" ”

Shen Yuan smiled and said nothing, but the hand under the sleeve trembled slightly.

She took the scroll, got up and said to Wei Yan: "I'll go find Gu Xingzhi and I'll come back as soon as possible." ”

As soon as Shen Yuan turned around, the smile on her face could no longer be maintained, her immature little face was full of sadness, at the age of fourteen, she had already experienced the most painful life and death in the world.

After Shen Yuan left, Wei Yan looked at the wine in the wine cup and became irritable.

Shen Yuan carried the hem of her skirt and stepped on the high stone steps all the way to the Luohua Pavilion. Listening to the whirring wind, his clothes fluttered, and his heart slowly calmed down.

In the Falling Flower Pavilion, an old man over sixty years old, with a childish face, is holding a sheep's hair pen and hunched over his waist to paint.

This person is the royal painter in the palace, Gu Xingzhi.

Shen Yuan saw that he was now full of his own paintings, so he didn't make a sound, but stood aside with his painting scroll in his arms, watching quietly.

The scene painted by Gu Xingzhi's pen is the moon mountain in front of him. The painting is full of peaks and peaks, continuous, woods and birds, pavilions and pavilions, meticulous and detailed. The following is doing a song of water, Gu Xingzhi took this scene and painted it on paper, and the characters on the painting even outlined their demeanor clearly.

Shen Yuan was amazed in his heart, worthy of a generation of masters.

Shen Yuan waited on the side, not feeling bored, but had been observing Gu Xingzhi's paintings.

"Little girl, if you want to steal a teacher, can't you?" Gu Xingzhi suddenly put down the pen in his hand, turned around and said to Shen Yuan with a smile.

Shen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Senior Shen Yuan came to see Mr. Gu." ”

"There's not that much courtesy to me." Gu Xingzhi poured himself a glass of sake, sat down and hammered his sore waist, and asked, "Why don't you go down and have fun with them, what are you doing with me, an old man?" ”

"I want to discuss this matter with Mr. Gu." Shen Yuan's eyes lit up, and he handed over the scroll in his arms, and said, "This is the painting I made, if Mr. Gu is satisfied, why don't you put me in the Ruyi Pavilion?" ”

Gu Xingzhi seems to be a little surprised, there are many female painters in the Ruyi Museum, but there are really no ones as young as Shen Yuan. What kind of fame can such a small doll draw?

"This year, the Ruyi Pavilion is full, so you can come back next year." Gu Xingzhi found an excuse and refused.

"Mr. Gu, it's better to look at my picture scroll before making a decision."

Gu Xingzhi laughed at her and couldn't help herself, so she took the picture scroll in her hand and showed it, the expression on her face changed slightly, and the original contempt for Shen Yuan was replaced by faint appreciation, and asked, "Is this done by you alone?" ”

Shen Yuan nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Gu Xingzhi put the scroll on the table, carefully observing the apricot blossoms painted on Shen Yuan's scroll, from the hook to the dyeing skills, enough to surpass more than half of the painters in the Ruyi Museum.

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

The youngest painter in the Ruyi Pavilion is also 18 years old, and Shen Yuan is only 14 years old, and he has already shown a talent beyond ordinary people.

It's a piece of jade, but it still needs to be polished. Gu Xingzhi thought in his heart, this spring banquet was not in vain.

Gu Xingzhi stroked his beard and said, "There is no shortage of painters in the Ruyi Pavilion now, but there is still a shortage of miscellaneous children around me, if you are willing, you will come to the Ruyi Pavilion tomorrow to find me." ”

Shen Yuan nodded and responded, "Okay." ”

When Shen Yuan left the Falling Flower Pavilion, the flowing water below was still continuing, Shen Yuan knelt down to Wei Yan's side, and said, "The prince can have a good time?" ”

"It's better to go to the horse race with Zhao Xian." Wei Yan said bluntly that most of these people were flattering for the sake of being able to seek a position under Wei Zhuo.

"Then another day, I will go to make an appointment with Brother Zhao Xian for the prince."

Wei Yan didn't refuse.

Another game of qushui flowed, Wei Zhuo stood by the stream, holding a wine cup in his hand, and said: "I don't know which genius will be the turn of this game to taste wine and compose poems, the main hall is looking forward to it." ”

Sitting down, the genius is ready to try.

Wei Zhuo handed the wine cup to the attendant, who took the opportunity to cover the wine cup with his wide sleeves.

Only Wei Zhuo saw the attendant changing the wine cup under his sleeve, "You ......"

The attendant glanced at Wei Yan's position, released the wine cup, and the wine cup floated upstream in the direction of the current. Shen Yuan was still peeling grapes for Wei Yan, and suddenly saw the wine cup stop in front of him, Shen Yuan glanced at Wei Yan and said, "Whose is this?" ”

She and Wei Yan were sitting at the same table, and the wine cup stopped in front of them, but they didn't know whether it should be her or Wei Yan.

"According to the regulations, the prince of Qin should drink this glass of wine first, and then compose a poem." The attendant couldn't wait to say, "The prince doesn't want to spoil everyone's interest, right?" ”

Wei Yan's face sank, this dog slave still had the guts to provoke him!

Suddenly, a tender white hand scooped up the wine cup from in front of him, Shen Yuan drank the wine in one gulp, and said to Wei Zhuo: "His Royal Highness Xie San gave wine, since this wine cup fell on the table between me and the prince, it is better for me to drink and the prince to compose poems." ”

The attendant glared at Shen Yuan, this time he replaced the fruit wine with spirits, and only a few people in the palace knew that Wei Yan could not drink spirits.

The attendant wanted to take this glass of liquor and wanted to make Wei Yan ugly, but he didn't want to be cut off by this dead girl!

"Okay, since Miss Shen Er said so, then the prince of King Qin will recite a poem." The attendant gritted his teeth.