"I can't imagine that His Royal Highness is as noble as Cheng, and even such a little person has been remembered for many years." Guan Tianyu was indeed a little surprised.

Yin Chenglian smiled bitterly from the bottom of his heart: "Little people? I still remember that when my father took the children in the palace to hunt in the autumn, he blamed me for being stubborn, and had to go deep into the mountains and forests, and startled a black bear, and when he saw that this behemoth was about to find me, a child who was only bullied and silent suddenly shouted and led the bear over, I really don't know where he got the courage and confidence to ensure that he could lead this beast into the trap before being torn apart by the bear. ”

Guan Tianyu remembers that when her teenager returned, he almost trembled and cried to tell her the story, saying that he would have shouted even if he hadn't found the trap in the mountains and forests that could engulf the black bear. Because he can't afford to see his relatives and friends die and do nothing. She understood that the reason why he and her were the only two people left in the Guan family and the Bai family was because they had witnessed with their own eyes how that appalling war took the lives of their relatives one by one. At that time, he seemed silent and weak, but he would definitely do his best to protect everyone around him, including her.

"At that time, he was also very scared." Guan Tianyu couldn't help but recall, "Perhaps, it was the fear of other people's death that made him escape from death." ”

Yin Chenglian didn't hear the meaning of the words, not because of carelessness, but because he never dared to think that the dead would come back. He looked at the woman in front of him who was cold but could not hide his sadness, the feeling in his heart was difficult to describe, they had the same sad things, and they had the same people who remembered and never forgotten, but for so many years, they had never had such a close face-to-face conversation, who knew that when they said it, neither of them had forgotten.

"Master Guan, it's me who is too talkative. Let's wait and see the paintings, after all, whether it's for you or me, there aren't many opportunities to join in the fun like this. "Yin Chenglian is rare to be so gentle and humble.

"Let's call me Tianyu. If he were here, I wouldn't want to hear you call me one by one. Guan Tianyu's face and tone were obviously much softer.

Like all the people in the streets, they looked up in anticipation of the movement on the high platform. And not far from the left and right directions, two different eyes stared at these two people respectively, one was from the silent independent Jingmo, her eyes looked at Guan Tianyu who was a female historian in the palace in a complicated way, and the other gaze, with a flash of sharp chill fell on Yin Chenglian's body, and the deepest part of her gaze was unfathomably calm.

And at this moment, in the gallery that everyone is looking forward to, there is an undercurrent surging. After finishing the painting, when it was the turn of the painting thirteen to walk to the window step by step and hang the painting on the high platform, the painters he passed by were all dumbfounded, one was more shocked than the other, Zhou Rong was not far behind the painting thirteen, his face was hideous and stunned, his eyes fell on the painting of the thirteenth, and the anger in his eyes almost burned all the paintings with people.

With a "Teng" sound, the painting thirteen hung out the painting, like a gurgling waterfall pouring over the crowd. It's time, he thought to himself.

When the crowd downstairs saw the painting, the noise disappeared and was replaced by a shocking silence in the street, all of whom opened their mouths wide and stared at the amazing work on the high platform.

"Oh my God."

When everyone came back to their senses, the pot exploded in an instant, and the exclamations and wonders of one after another overshadowed the waves:

"W-What an eye-opener!" "Is this really drawn?!" "Not really! Do you think this mythical bird flew from the roof of your house? ”

On the high platform, there are huge paintings that every painter has worked hard to work on, and in the crowd, the glittering eyes all fall on the "Phoenix Picture" cast by the painting thirteen. On the picture scroll, a fiery phoenix, fluttering its wings and soaring, lifelike, fascinating, almost about to grab the paper and return to the hometown from the crowd. It's just that the color is dumb and not like the usual brilliant color.

The painters who did not pass the preliminary examination also mixed in with the crowd at this time to observe what works the people left behind would come up with, but when they saw this "Phoenix Picture", they were not only surprised, but extremely skeptical, because they did not believe that among the painters who had been with each other day and night in the gallery, someone could make such an amazing masterpiece in a short period of time. Zhang Yangqi, who is known as one of the top three in the Da Yin painting world, widened his eyes in shock, and he was terribly calm, as if he was counting the paintings with words.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen." Counting the last stroke of "Phoenix Picture", Yin Chenglian's condensed brows suddenly relaxed, and his eyes suddenly bloomed, and he was surprised and incredulous, "It's actually him!" He actually came to the capital! ”

Guan Tianyu next to her couldn't help but be surprised, she had heard of Yin Chenglian's painting appreciation skills, but could he recognize the traces of the old man so definitely from this painting?

Seeing that his master was so elated, Xiaodouzi asked suspiciously, "Your Highness, who are you talking about?" ”

"Stupid beans who don't open their minds. It's been so many years since I asked you to buy this man's painting from a caravan, and it seems that you really don't care at all. Yin Chenglian was overjoyed at the moment, looking forward to the appearance of the painter he had always admired on the tall building.

"Really! Could it be that the author of this painting is the thirteenth of His Highness's collection of countless of his paintings? Xiaodouzi exclaimed, because he remembered that his master had collected countless paintings from the north and south, but only this painter from the desert was the most popular with him.

"The brushwork is implicated, it seems to be broken, it is done in one go, and it is varied. He had to do this painting. Yin Chenglian talked about painting with great interest and radiance.

Guan Tianyu has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and has never heard rumors about painting thirteen on the rivers and lakes, but she doesn't care who painting thirteen is, what she cares about is the young man who went through the rest of her life with her after the war and disaster, and walked into the deep palace wall together.

"He's finally back." She stared at the empty railing upstairs, waiting for him to appear at the end of the peerless painting.

Jingmo listened to the endless admiration around her, a lingering smile spread to the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, she looked at the railing, quietly waiting for this man whose name she had heard for a long time, and who had experienced many waves together, she muttered his name in her heart, Painting Thirteen.

Everyone was waiting for the painter to appear on the railing, but after a while, the noise had gradually stopped, and all the painters stood behind their paintings, except for the "Phoenix", where a place was vacant.

"Mrs. Zhou! No, no! The two examiners who followed Zhou Rong in the gallery suddenly fell at Zhou Rong's feet, and stopped him hoarsely, "This review is not trivial, everyone downstairs is waiting for the painter to show up, if Mrs. Zhou takes down half of the red face for no reason at this time, how to explain to the painter of the full building, how to explain to the people of the city, how to explain to the saint!" ”

The last sentence was like a sharp thorn that hurt Zhou Rong's backbone, he evened out a trace of residual reason from his anger, looked at Hua Thirteen who was firmly grasped by his government soldiers with angry eyes, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You dare to lie to me." I told you long ago that the most hated thing I hated was betrayal! ”

Hua Thirteen was restrained by death, but he was obediently arrested, and said with a calm smile: "What does Mrs. Zhou mean by this?" I don't know what Wansheng betrayed Mrs. Zhou? Can you say it, so that the soldiers can give the soldiers a justifiable reason to capture the late life, or let the late life and death understand, at least, don't die in a daze like some unlucky painters in the gallery. ”

"You!" Zhou Rong was so angry that his face was full of bruises, his eyes were bloodshot, he glanced at the people who were pointing and talking all over the room, stepped in front of Hua Thirteen in a few steps, and asked word by word, "You, yes, who?" ”

The smile in the eyes of the thirteenth painter did not decrease, and he looked back at Zhou Rong intently: "Mrs. Zhou, I am the person you have to let go." Listen, everyone downstairs is waiting. ”

Zhou Rong glanced back, and he vaguely heard someone downstairs shouting, "This painting is made by Painting Thirteen!" Immediately afterwards, the noisy and noisy discussion was replaced by a name, at first, only a few people were calling for the three words "painting thirteen", and then, the voices became louder and louder, and Zhou Rong's anger was almost drowned out by wave after wave of shouts.

Zhou Rong turned his head in a daze to look at the painting thirteen who was pinched by the government soldiers, and his eyes suddenly fell on the sword on the waist of the government soldiers, and suddenly there was a trace of sharpness.

Painting Thirteen immediately understood Zhou Rong's intentions, and said with an awe-inspiring smile before Zhou Rong drew his sword: "Taifu Zhou, you can kill me here, and then choose any one of the painters you selected to enter the palace in the name of my Painting Thirteen." But Mrs. Zhou, I have to worry for you, you don't know much about Painting Thirteen, do you really believe that the painters carefully selected by you in the gallery have the ability to afford the name Painting Thirteen? Even if you can hide it from the saints, can you hide it from the people of the world? There are countless people who know me to paint thirteen paintings from north to south, Mrs. Zhou, I advise you to think twice. ”

Zhou Rong's anger had to be swallowed little by little, he gritted his teeth and looked at Hua Thirteen, eager to throw him downstairs and break him to pieces. Hua Thirteen raised the corners of his mouth, he glanced at the soldiers who were clamping him on both sides, and looked at Zhou Rong with a light smile. Zhou Rong closed his eyes again, and the soldiers had to reluctantly let go of the painting thirteen.

When Hua Thirteen walked past Zhou Rong's side, Zhou Rong said in a vicious voice: "I don't care what your purpose is, but I, Zhou Rong, swear, will never let you walk out of the gallery alive!" ”

Hua Thirteen lowered his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, laughed softly, and whispered, "Swear? Did Mrs. Zhou ever have the slightest fear of ghosts and gods? If I were a little painter who could be punished with a few words or poisoned to death in a daze, then it would not be a pity to die in painting, just a few years ago, in vain. ”

Zhou Rong watched the painting thirteen step by step calmly walk towards the railing, his palms clenched tighter and tighter, the viciousness of his eyes became sharper and sharper, he glanced at it, there were still three or five painters in the room who had not finished painting, Zhou Rong ordered them to stop the brushes in their hands, and suddenly turned his head and whispered a few words to the subordinate next to him, and the subordinate ran downstairs in a hurry.

A figure in white clothes finally appeared at the location of "Phoenix Picture", and the crowd downstairs suddenly burst into a commotion. Painting Thirteen's gaze fell first on a group behind the crowd, he nodded slightly at the leader, who raised his hand knowingly, and talked to the Chang Ling next to him for a few words, and then led his people away, faintly the sound of the bell on the camel sent a string of desert winds. Painting Thirteen saw Chang Ling rushing upstairs through the crowd, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, the man in the desert really had a loud voice, and when he evoked the name "Painting Thirteen", it was really powerful and terrifying.