Wen Qi returned the salute, "There is Prince Lao." ”

Fu Chun also nodded to Wang Minglang.

Wang Minglang shook the folding fan lightly, his eyes were deep, "Minglang is willing to get closer to his son, I don't know if there is such an honor in the future?" ”

Wang Mingyue stomped her foot and interrupted the conversation of several people, "Brother, are you annoying?" Where to go, where to talk about, I don't understand! Today is the Hundred Flowers Banquet, you really don't understand the customs, I hate you! ”

Wang Minglang was already displeased, and glared at Wang Mingyue, "Shut up!" ”

Ignoring the eldest brother's scolding, Wang Mingyue pursed her lips, but raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Chun, "Don't think about it like this, my whip, you have to compensate me!" ”

After all, Wang Minglang helped catch the key person, and he didn't refute his brother and sister's face, and said to Wang Mingyue, "Whether you pay or not, or what you have to lose, you have to ask the person next to me, and everything I have belongs to him." ”

Wang Mingyue was angry, "You! Do you also ask him when you marry a wife and have children? ”

Fu Chunnuan looked at Wen Qi Nuan, and Wen Qi lowered her head.

Afraid that she would be angry because of what she did just now, Fu Chun pulled her lips and smiled, and if she broke her sleeve, she would break her sleeve, "He is enough in this life, I don't want anything else!" Married and having children, don't ask who he asks? ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding brothers and sisters Feng Loulan, Wu Zeze, and Wang Minglang all widened their eyes.

Wang Mingyue pointed at Fu Chun, "You, you, what do you mean?" ”

Fu Chun faintly: "That's what you think!" How am I and what do I have to do with you? Do your own thing, don't dangle in front of my eyes, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving your brother face! ”

Wang Minglang hurriedly gave up his hand, and after a long time in the mall, he also stammered a little when he spoke, "Oh, oh, hit, excuse me!" ”

Wu Zeze looked deeply at Fu Chun's hand on Wen Qi's shoulder, shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity!" ”

Wen Qi stroked Fu Chun's hand and saluted Wang Minglang, "Childe's meaning, Qi understands, I'll talk about it another day!" In addition, the whip of the housemate must be her beloved thing. My son-in-law can't destroy the whip and leave, there is a whip here, compared with the whip in the hand of the sister-in-law, it is not under it. I just don't know if the two of you will give this thin noodles! ”

Wang Minglang glanced at Wen Qi with a deep gaze, and returned the salute, "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate, Minglang has thanked Chen Gongzi in advance!" ”

...

After Xia Sihai was brought back to Yawenzhai, he didn't confess anything practical under questioning, and this person was obviously not suitable for Shouchun, so he secretly escorted him to Yanjun first...

According to the secret guard's report, the martial arts of the people who want to destroy Xia Sihai are not weak...

Fu Chun has determined that there are unknown forces involved in the salt capital case in Shouchun.

At this time, Fu Chun received a letter from He Changshi, detailing the population tax, and the cultural relics of Qingyanzhai were transported to Cuifang Building...

Cuifang Building

In front of the door, there were several young women who were waiting to be sent.

A little powder, look at it like a spring breeze.

or glamorous, or shy and timid, or the little sister next door, or petty.

Fu Chun, Wen Qi and Wang Chen entered the building together, and the remaining guards were scattered in the crowd.

...

Cuifang floor up and down three floors, the upper two floors are decorated with plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum carving patterns, simple and introverted.

Ground floor hall four

There are framed famous paintings on the walls, and there are women in Tsing Yi accompanying them, and four or five talented people are painting on the wall, beating the folding fan in their hands, or intoxicated by it, or saying some literati and elegant things...

At this time, a petite woman walked from the side, blessed, "Son, I would like to let my two brothers walk around." ”

Fu Chun said lightly, "No! Go down and wait! ”

The woman looked at the man in front of her with a cold expression, and she was very familiar with her body, "It's okay!" If you need anything, call the slave to guide the two of you! ”

Squinting at Fu Chun, Wen Qi pursed her lips and smiled, "Fifth uncle, you have to laugh one, the girl will be scared away by you!" ”

smiled and looked at the woman who was about to retreat, shook the folding fan gently, entered the building and followed the flow, talking and laughing freely, "Don't blame the girl, the girl is intentional, but she is disrespectful, so lead the way!" ”

...

After a few paintings, the woman whispered interesting stories about Yaren...

Wen Qi, Fu Chun, followed by Wang Chen, when he walked in front of a painting, Wen Qi was slightly stunned... The woman's introduction sounded in her ears, "This is Fan Wenzhi's juvenile work "Traveling to Taihu Lake""

His eyes shrunk, Wen Qi lowered his head, and another person's voice sounded in his head, Yuzhi, "Fan Wenzhi, the head of the two lakes and four families, his masterpiece is "Traveling to Taihu Lake".

Fan Wen is good at landscapes, fish, birds, insects and beasts.

His paintings are elegant, and the birds are vivid, just like living creatures.

I seem to be able to smell the fragrance of flowers and plants, see the fish beating, butterflies dancing and insects...", my eyes are slightly wet, but my left heart is not painful.

Slowly move forward with your feet up and over to another painting.

A mountaineering map, the angle is from the top up, the mountain rocks glow with white light, dozens of men in armor stand on the peak, several strong men hold torches, and the surrounding mountains and thorns are blurred.

The red tassels on the head danced in the wind, and the big whirring sounded.

One of them was particularly heavily inked, with a long sword on his waist and the other pointing to the sea at his feet.

The sea beneath your feet sets off a high, inky blue wave with a silvery white sheen.

In the distance, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the inky blue sky was dotted with stars.

This painting is not only about the steep rocks and the rolling waves, but also the pride and pathos of the people on the mountain.

At this time, Wen Qi's eyes changed, and this painting was Qi Fengyang's "Stone Under the Moon".

Yuzhi's voice sounded, "The same name as Fan Wenzhi is also the great Confucian Qi Fengyang..."

... A picture appeared in front of him, one tall and one short in the sunset, big hands holding small hands, ringing behind their backs, pointing to the earth Jingyi, his evil smile, his charm, dressed in red, jumped in his mind...

His head rested on the wall.

...

Fu Chun's eyes were deep, "Aqi~"

Wen Qi looked at this painting with thick eyes, and slowly introduced, "Qi Fengyang's "Jieshi Under the Moon".

Qi Fengyang, a representative of the Autumn Rebellion faction.

The Autumn School is characterized by atmosphere and pathos, and its technique is majestic and gloomy. Looking at it magnificently, the heart is surging, and the appreciation is depressed, and I want to dance with a sword.

Qi Fengyang's characters are either Top Gun, or tragic and desolate..."

Fu Chunban text

Qi's body, both eyebrows frowned together, "Aqi, you, you~"

Wen Qi nodded, "Fifth Uncle, you're right, it's what he said." ”

Fu Chun let go of Wen Qi's shoulders decadently, walked out of Cuifang Building with one foot deep and one foot shallow, waved his hand back, and his lips pursed, "Wang Chen, protect Aqi!" ”

"Yes!"

Aqi, this king has tried so hard, but it is still in vain? What do you want the king to do? The king is tired.

With his shoulders empty, looking at his slightly stiff back, Wen Qi's lips pursed, but he didn't stop Fu Chun, he looked back at the painting, his eyebrows furrowed.

No, this painting is wrong.

There is a faint scent of pine on this painting.

Qi Fengyang hates the most about using toada to repel insects and save paintings.

And the style of painting is not right, Qi Fengyang's painting style is sad, and this painting technique is casual, less of everyone's feeling, what is going on?

His Royal Highness said that there will be a number of cultural relics sold in Cuifang Lou in Qingyan Zhai in Yanjun, is it this painting, Wen Qi stood quietly in front of this painting, waiting to see the mystery.

...

At this moment, a girl walked down from the upper floor, followed by two middle-aged men, one of whom was wearing a long shirt and gray cloth.

The other is the shopkeeper Li of Cuifang Building, when he first entered, he reported in the hall of the shopkeeper Li.

The three of them walked up to the painting, and the girl carefully put it away.

With Yuzhi's obsession with painting, as well as Qi Fengyang's respect, Yuzhi will not be wrong, Wen Qi is puzzled, "What are you?" ”

The two middle-aged men only glanced at Wen Qi lightly and did not respond.

Shopkeeper Li took the painting tube handed over by the woman and presented it to the middle-aged cloth, "I hope that Steward Song will take good care of this painting!" ”

Steward Song took the scroll, "That's!" ”

...

After Steward Song left, Wen Qi grabbed the sleeve of Li's shopkeeper, "This painting has been sold?" ”

Shopkeeper Li broke free of his sleeves and dusted his hand, "Little boy, don't ask more, our transactions here are all to protect the privacy of guest officials." ”

Wen Qi was about to take out the silver.

Shopkeeper Li pressed Wen Qi's arm and glanced at him coldly, "Little boy, don't break the rules of Cuifang Building!" ”

Wen Qi had no choice but to sneer, "It's that I think too little!" Don't blame Shopkeeper Li. ”

What about you, think too much! The corner of Shopkeeper Li's mouth twitched, "There are many good paintings, don't embarrass the old slave, please take care of yourself." ”

He said to the woman next to him: "Du'er, take this son around..."

Wen Qi arched his hand, "That's not necessary!" ”

...

Wen Qi's fingers touched the blank wall skin left by the painting, and his heart was empty.

...

The two walked out of Cuifang Building, Wen Qi in front and Wang Chen in the back and walked into a tavern.

Ate a few bites of food and drank some wine.

Get out of the restaurant.

...

The stars in the sky are connected with the street lamps behind them.

The spring breeze stroked her cheeks, Wen Qi stroked her forehead, looked up at the newly rising crescent moon, and smiled faintly.

Drawing the long sword from Wang Chen's waist.

Wang Chen was taken aback and blurted out: "Princess~"

Wen Qi put her index finger on her lips, "Shh, I'm Gongzi Chen!" Don't be nervous, the moonlight is hazy, this son

The poetry is not good, how about dancing a set of swords? ”

Wang Chen showed astonishment, "Childe can also dance with a sword?" ”

...

Under the moonlight, a moon-gray robe stepped on the man's steps, bent his waist, stabbed his sword, lifted his feet, and swung his tail.

Learn from him to do the tone and frustration...

The sound of the sword swished, and the footsteps were light.

The swordsmanship has improved, but there will never be that scene again... Changed.

...

Fu Chun on the tree glanced down, and at this glance, his eyes shrank again.

She danced the unique plum sword of the Zhao family... It's close to you, and the heart is separated by a world.

And Yuzhi, he lives in your heart.

No matter how close this king is, he can still be closer than the distance in your heart.

Sitting on a tree with a jug of wine in his hand, he raised his head and drank it...

The flask was empty, a black robe floated down, the toes were tapped, and the black shadow disappeared without a trace...

Wang Chen, who was next to Wen Qi, glanced in the direction where the black shadow had gone, and said, "Is it Your Highness?" Was he there? ”

...

Wen Qi retracted the sword momentum and returned it to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen didn't know how to compliment Wen Qi, "Childe's swordsmanship, swordsmanship is both rigid and soft, and his actions are ethereal..."

Wen Qi glanced at him and smiled lightly, "The sword is not the sword, the way is not the way, the strength is insufficient, the void and the reality have not changed!"

It's okay, just tell the truth, I don't like swords. ”

"There is a shadow of Zhao Shizi's swordsmanship."

Wen Qi was slightly stunned, paused, and snorted, "It's his swordsmanship." It was him, and I picked up the sword. ”

Wang Chen didn't dare to talk anymore.

Wen Qi smiled faintly, "He used to be my pain, but now he won't."

When I mention him again, I don't have to deliberately avoid him, whether it is beautiful or sad, it is all in the past.

... Eventually, you'll be filled with new memories! ”

...

When he returned to Yawenzhai, he saw that the light in Fu Chun's house was still on, Wen Qi walked towards Fu Chun's door, and Wang Chen behind him did not follow him.

Wen Qi put her hand on the door grid, and the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Her hand was lowered, and no matter how patient she was, she couldn't stand the salt on her wound three times and twice.

Sitting on the steps outside his door, he looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky.

(End of chapter)

Lewen