Painting Thirteen and Chang Ling came to the downstairs of the carved building and the brilliant and vast painting hall with a body of wind and dust, and found that only a few people outside the door were signing in and entering the museum.

Painting 13 raised his eyes to look into the museum, and found that it was crowded inside, it turned out that most of the painters came to line up early, after all, this is the last wave of the gallery to recruit painters, like the painting 13 in the normal noon time is not early or late, but has become an outlier who does not want to make progress, the light and dark contest and fierce competition between the painters in the museum can be seen. At the entrance of the gallery, there were several small painters who were responsible for recording the roster of painters who had entered the gallery, and they walked over in thirteen steps.

Seeing that the painting thirteen was dressed in a plain white shirt, and there was a large birthmark on his face, he didn't look like a person with a head and a face in the painting world, so he yawned and asked lazily, "Name?"

The more contemptuous the little painter's attitude, the more down-to-earth and calm the painting thirteen became, so he slowly said: "Half red."

The little painter yawned deeply and slowly stopped, and he couldn't get the strange name of the thirteen for a while, so he guessed casually: "What's the surname?" Surname Bai? ”

The originally calm and calm painting thirteen suddenly froze, and a chill suddenly jumped from the soles of his feet to his back, and he shivered involuntarily, so slight that no one noticed. Immediately, he quickly regained his calm look, and replied humbly and unhurriedly: "The people of the mountains and wilderness have no name and no surname. The nickname is 'half red'. ”

The little painter didn't care if his surname was Bai or Ban, and after hearing the words clearly, he impatiently wrote them down and let them in. Painting Thirteen looked deeply at the little painter writing the words "half red" on the paper, as if something was hanging in his heart, he raised his steps, raised his wrist before stepping over the damaged threshold of the gallery gate, and brushed away the scattered snow marks on his shoulder.

"Brother Hong?" As soon as Hua Thirteen stepped into the gallery, he saw the Xu brothers reluctantly pulling out of the crowd of chattering people, looking at his left face with a little surprise, and greeted him in disbelief, "Is that you, Brother Hong?" Your face ......"

"Born with a birthmark." Painting thirteen is accustomed to being accustomed to humbly replying.

"I see! No wonder Brother Hong used a white veil to cover his face before. It's better to come early than to come at a good time, and everyone is looking at this painting of "Hanlin Double Unique"! Check it out! Xu Fei greeted enthusiastically.

Painting 13 walked to the center of the gallery surrounded by the crowd, and saw that the place about five stories high here was vertically opened up and down, and on the entire high wall facing the gate hung a vast and magnificent picture of the mountains and rivers of the Great Yin, and the mottled and finely broken early sun on the ceiling was sifted from the hollow carved roof beams, and the inscription "Hanlin Shuangjue: Jiang Li, Zhou Rong" was written on it.

Painting 13 stared at the ink marks of these words that had faded with the passage of time, and at this time they were dyed red by a touch of the morning sun in winter. His gaze wandered over the painting, and from this majestic and grand picture of mountains and rivers, he somehow thought of the light and elegant ink landscape painting that he glimpsed in the inner hall of Jingmoqin Garden.

"Let me tell you, if you haven't seen this painting with your own eyes in your life, you will really be a painter in the world!" The painters began to talk.

"yes, yes! There is only one masterpiece created by two first-class painters in the Da Yin painting world, not to mention the present world, even in the next hundred years, I am afraid it is difficult to have a second painting that can be compared with this! Everyone sighed and couldn't help nodding yes.

"Eh, brother, that's wrong! Where do you put the 'Firefly Order' that we are planning this time? That masterpiece "Firefly Picture" can always be comparable to this painting, no matter how good it is! As soon as these words came out, the painters began to talk about it.

"Where, "Firefly Picture" is such a peerless masterpiece in terms of painting skills, pattern, and height, which can be described as unprecedented and unprecedented! We can only look beyond the reach of the dust and sigh with joy. But when it comes to the significance and status in the art world, "Firefly Picture" is not as good as this "Mountains and Rivers" jointly created by two masters! Everyone's eyes also fell on the place where the huge painting on the wall was placed, and they all felt that this statement was very reasonable.

Another puzzled voice sounded: "Since the status of "Firefly Map" is so high, why wasn't it like this "Mountains and Rivers", which was also painted by the "Hanlin Shuangjue"?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the full hall of painters who were still praising or talking about it suddenly fell silent, and they were silent for a while. Painting Thirteen stood outside the crowd and looked at the painting on the wall, and this sentence also floated into his ears, and a trace of waves suddenly appeared in his calm and waveless eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed that seemed to have never been there.

Painting 13 remembers that it was the second year after he was just accepted as an apprentice by Jiang Li and brought into the palace, in order to prepare for the crown prince's canonization ceremony, all the Jiang School painters in the Hanlin Painting Garden began to be ordered to create the "Firefly Picture" under the leadership of Jiang Li, and other matters of the Hanlin Painting Garden were temporarily handed over to another "Hanlin Double Unique" who was still a young master at that time - Zhou Rong was fully responsible, and the "Firefly Picture" did not let anyone other than the Jiang faction interfere in the slightest.

Jiang Li is not only the head of the Hanlin Painting Garden, but also the uncle of the Great Yin Kingdom, and his sister is the late Empress Jiang, who is the most favored and motherly in the world. Empress Jiang had a son, named Yin Chenglian, who was born pink, smart and lovely, and was about the same age as thirteen. He is not only the eldest son, but also the emperor and his wife, born to Empress Jiang, who is deeply favored by Wushuang, and was made the crown prince when he was just ten years old. At the crown prince's canonization ceremony that year, the emperor personally handed over the "Firefly Map" containing the political vision of the monarchs of the Great Yin Dynasty to the little prince.

But the world is unpredictable, a few years later, the emperor's beloved wife Empress Jiang died of a sudden illness, the emperor mourned for a long time, in order to avoid touching the scene, he sent the little prince to the prince's mansion outside the palace, and the little prince who was originally favored gradually was neglected. Later, there was another major incident in the palace, that is, Jiang Li suddenly bled and died in the front of the palace with Zhou Rong......

In the painting gallery that was provoked by the unintentional question of the speaker and the intentional question of the listener, after a while, a long-faced painter in the crowd who did not know the height of the sky suddenly shook his wit and said: "If you want me to see, to put it bluntly, it is Mrs. Jiang's skills and advanced position that can create the original "Firefly Map"——"

"Ahem, ahem!"

At this moment, a sharp-eyed painter suddenly raised his voice and cleared his throat, interrupting the big long face that was speaking.

Painting 131 turned his head and caught a glimpse of the white snow outside the gallery, a luxurious sedan chair wrapped in crimson silk fell heavily in front of the door, the golden tassels trembled and swayed, such a magnificent and graceful sedan chair is naturally not something that ordinary painters can afford, the palanquin was stable, and the little painters at the door hurriedly greeted it.

But the big long face didn't understand, he finally seized the opportunity to express his opinion when everyone was silent, and he was able to show his face in front of this talented painter, and he was swelling to say something, where can he still control his mouth, the more people don't let him say, the more energetic he can say: "What about this week's Taifu-"

The figure who walked down from the luxurious sedan chair had slowly paced into the gallery, and saw that the painters gathered in the center of the hall were talking about something in front of the wall with "Mountains and Rivers", and seemed to hear someone talking about his name. But unexpectedly, the more he listened, the more angry he became:

"He came from a humble background, his painting skills are first-class, his paintings are brilliant and rich, delicate and elegant, but his brushwork lacks some atmosphere and mind; As for Jiang Taifu, it is needless to say that his painting skills are superb, but what is valuable is that although he is a royal prince, his pen is not burdened by wealth at all, and often reveals a sense of wonder and spirituality. It can really be said that there is a Zhou Taifu in a hundred years, and a generation of Jiang Taifu in a thousand years! ”

"Hahaha-"

A burst of laughter like the west wind outside the museum swept through the entire gallery. Hearing this, the painters turned around one after another, and Thirteen quietly moved and disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone saw that the person standing in front of the door was not very tall, but his demeanor was graceful and dignified. Wearing an ink-colored coat decorated with a silver bell-shaped pattern, inside is a dark purple Yunxiang talisman bat pattern dress, with a gold silk rhino horn belt around the waist, and a small bamboo gilded tea tube hanging on the waist. The grace and luxury of the whole body can hardly hide the full spirit and spirit of his long-term health conditioning, his face is plump and handsome, and he does not look like he is over forty years old, especially a pair of eyes are deep and spiritual, but it seems to be due to seeing too many famous landscape paintings

The eyes are a little cold, and the thick callus on his right hand that has been born from being busy painting for most of his life is quite conspicuous, and sure enough, the reputation of the first-class painter in the palace is not for nothing.

"See Mrs. Zhou!"

The painters knew that Mrs. Zhou liked to drink tea and maintain his health, and when they saw the small tea tube hanging from his waist and this graceful and luxurious style, they recognized it, and they bowed one after another. And the long-faced painter who was still talking a lot just now was already trembling with fright, and he couldn't stand steadily, hiding in the crowd, and he didn't even dare to raise his head. Everyone secretly looked at Zhou Rong, who was smiling dryly, and then looked at the trembling big face in the crowd, thinking that there would be a good show to watch now, and they were secretly guessing what Zhou Rong would do with the big long face.

Zhou Rong quietly squinted his eyes and glanced at the group of painters, and when his eyes slid over the painting behind the crowd, he suddenly stopped for a moment, then his eyes turned slightly, his mind moved, he raised his arm and pointed to the crowd, and said in a cold tone: "You, come here." ”

The long-faced painter was already tightly closed at the moment, he didn't dare to breathe, his head was about to curl up into his chest, and when he heard Zhou Rong's cold command, it was like a basin of ice water poured down on his head, and his knees were weak.

When the big face was about to cry in his eyes, and he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, he saw a white shadow behind him pacing towards Zhou Rong.