"Your Majesty, the painting of Thirteen is clearly a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed, and it is not worth appreciating at all! If someone is forceful and reasonable, if they say that this is an ingenious remnant snow, I am afraid that it is confusing and exaggerated! Your Majesty! Zhou Rongyi was impassioned in his words.

The emperor half-squinted his eyes and looked at the two snow scenes presented, looked at the Wei Gonggong in front of the painting thirteen from a distance, sighed, and looked at the painting thirteen: "Painting thirteen, in the first game, you win in the idea, win in the style, win in the unconventional but can justify yourself." What else do you have to say in this second game? ”

"The remnant snow is still a remnant painting, and it can't escape the emperor's discernment. In this game, I admit defeat. Hua Thirteen couldn't help but cough lightly in his chest, Jing Mo hurriedly grabbed Hua Thirteen's arm nervously, but he shook his head and signaled that she was fine.

Gonggong Wei looked at him with disbelief in his eyes: how could he admit defeat so easily? King Xuan was silent, clenched his wine glass, and listened silently. Zhou Rong had a gloomy smile on his face, and inadvertently glanced at Ying Chengzhao, who was sitting next to the emperor's dragon chair. Ying Chengzhao poured wine with his eyes down, but secretly speculated about everyone and everything in the hall with his residual light.

"Your willingness to gamble and lose is rare among literati." The emperor laughed loudly, "In this game, Zhou Qing's silver is wrapped in plain clothes and has a beautiful artistic conception, which is even better." ”

"Emperor Xie!" Zhou Rongzhi secretly glanced at Hua Thirteen proudly, and his provocative gaze revealed one thing, that is, Hua Thirteen had been poisoned, what could he do?

Wei Gonggong's eyebrows jumped, and he reminded as usual: "Since the two painters are both one win and one loss, then now we have to compete in the third game." Do the two artists have any objections? ”

"Your Majesty, the minister has something to say." Zhou Rong took a step forward, looking respectful, and Hua Thirteen seemed to expect what Zhou Rong was planning, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"What words? Zhou Qing said it was okay. The emperor replied warmly.

Zhou Rong was also full of a look with his tail between his legs: "Recently, the minister was busy reviewing paintings from the art gallery to the palace to compare paintings, thinking that he was old and his body was a little unbearable, I am afraid it would be difficult to make another painting within a day, so he dared to ask the emperor, can he choose another day for the third game?" ”

The meaning of choosing the day is that when the thirteen poisonous hairs of the painting die, all this will be gone, like spring water without a trace. Before the emperor could speak, Hua Thirteen said awe-inspiringly: "Your Majesty, I also have a reluctant request." ”

"Oh? Do you have something to say too? Speak, I listen. The emperor's thick eyebrows raised slightly, and at the same time slanted at the painting thirteen and Zhou Rong.

"Comparing three paintings is an old practice in the palace, and it should not be ignored by the painter himself." Hua Thirteen's fist gradually clenched, "I am willing to gamble with this life and have a showdown with Mrs. Zhou today." ”

"Risking your life?" The emperor repeated it for unknown reasons. Father-in-law Wei looked at Hua Thirteen with wide eyes on the side, as if scolding: Do you know what you are talking about. The whole hall suddenly turned heads and ears, and there was an uproar.

Painting thirteen awe-inspiring, resolute, determined eyes turned to Zhou Rong: "Mrs. Zhou is not painting thousands of paintings every day, and today in the palace on the grounds of age, politely refusing the holy will, and treating this ten-year reopened Qingping banquet as nothing, what is the meaning?" ”

"You!" Of course, Zhou Rong couldn't say a word, because after all, his intentions couldn't be clearer, and a dead man would have no way to compete with him.

"I painted thirteen today and sacrificed my life to accompany the gentleman, I don't know if Mrs. Zhou is willing or dares to gamble with me in this last game." Hua Thirteen's gaze swept over Zhou Rong inch by inch, and he knew that in front of the emperor and everyone, Zhou Rong had no way to retreat.

"Bet on what?" After Zhou Rong said this, he gritted his teeth regretfully.

"With my life, bet your hands." The eyes of the thirteenth painting fell on Zhou Rong's somewhat aged and calloused hands, and he also saw that the small teapot that Zhou Rong had been hanging on his waist had long since disappeared.

"How valuable do you think your life is? How do I bet and what if I don't? Zhou Rong snorted coldly and replied sullenly.

A chuckle was pulled up on the lips of the thirteenth painting, and he suppressed his throat and said unhurriedly: "My life is cheap, and it is probably not worth a small teapot from Mrs. Zhou." If you refuse to gamble, I can hardly guarantee that I will not cite the achievements of Mrs. Zhou in the execution to convince the emperor to allow my request. ”

"You!!" Zhou Rong was so angry that his throat choked and he couldn't speak, he turned to the emperor and tried to excuse himself again, "Your Majesty, minister-"

"In the third game, I won't change it to another day. Today, the silk and bamboo have sounded, the banquet has begun, and this third game is not painting, Zhou Qing doesn't have to worry too much, do you have anything unspeakable? Well? The emperor squinted at Zhou Rong.

"No, no, no." Zhou Rong was inevitably a little flustered, he didn't expect the emperor to say such a thing, he subconsciously turned his gaze slightly, and glanced at Ying Chengzhao, but only saw a face that was expressionless and did not squint. Zhou Rong couldn't help asking: "But dare to ask the emperor, the third game is not a painting, what is it?" If the minister remembers correctly, it has always been necessary to paint in the first three rounds of the palace......"

"This time, the self is different from the other." The emperor's palm touched the carved dragon armrest of the dragon chair, rubbing the shining creeping dragon head and fell into deep thought, and then, the emperor stood up faintly, "In the third game, I will take out the fragment of the "Firefly Map" that has been sealed for ten years, and let the two of you repair the painting on the spot, restore the perfect, and win." ”

There is a faint light in the eyes of the thirteenth painting, and there are mixed feelings in the heart, there are longings, there are sighs, there is a trace of anxiety similar to the timidity of homesickness, and there is also the joy of reunion.

Gonggong Wei seemed a little surprised when he heard the emperor's words, and the third game he had prepared had to be silently put aside in his mind, and what surprised him even more was that the emperor took out an old book from the table in a pile, and after flipping it over, two palm-sized thin pieces of paper slipped out, which was the fragment of "Firefly Map" in the emperor's mouth.

The emperor motioned to Gonggong Wei to show it to the two painters, Gonggong Wei carefully took the fragment, looked secretly all the way but did not find anything unusual, the ink on the fragment was mottled, and the painting paper was already as thin as a cicada's wings and fragile, if it wasn't for the emperor saying that it was a fragment of "Firefly Map", at first glance it was toilet paper. However, what Gonggong Wei was puzzled about was that the emperor had always passed through his hands in every detail, how could he take such a trivial matter as an old painting fragment by himself, and even deliberately unwilling to fake his hands to others?

Gonggong Wei first spread out the two fragments in front of the painting thirteen: "Choose, let's see which one is easier to repair?" ”

The thirteenth painter glanced at the two fragments of paper, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "How can this be ......?"

Seeing this, Gonggong Wei asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, I don't have a clue?" Seen before? ”

Painting Thirteen was noncommittal, his face was cloudy, he raised his eyes faintly and glanced at Zhou Rong with a complicated look, and took a fragment with a gloomy look. Confused, Father-in-law Wei turned around and handed the remaining fragments to Zhou Rong.

"How... Will it be like this......" Zhou Rong looked at the fragment for a few moments, and said exactly the same words as Painting Thirteen, his expression was very gloomy, and the hand holding the fragment couldn't even stop trembling slightly, and he also looked at Painting Thirteen opposite with the same faint and complicated gaze. But then, he showed a relaxed look, and while he was overjoyed, he was sure that victory was in sight.

Gonggong Wei was even more puzzled, but he couldn't ask for a while, so he turned around and lit incense: "A stick of incense for a limited time——"

"No need." The emperor's voice suddenly sounded, but this time it was extremely calm and majestic, "But if you want to restore it completely, let alone time." ”

Gonggong Wei had never heard such a tone from the emperor, and he had never seen the emperor behave like this, so he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, but he still did not hesitate to obediently extinguish the incense that had just been lit. The remaining smoke curled and diffused in the music of the Qingping feast.

After Zhou Rong got the fragment, he first carefully slid it on the tip of the candle flame, and immediately began to repair the fragment with divine help.

Painting Thirteen, on the other hand, stared at the fragment for a long time, holding not a paintbrush in his hand when he hesitated, but a candlestick, sometimes using the beating candlelight to get close to the fragment, sometimes moving away, sometimes placing the fragment between several candlesticks, constantly adjusting the angle......

"I see..."Painting Thirteen's whole person froze, his look of surprise seemed to see a wisp of immortal traces beyond the earthly world, and he muttered to himself, "Master... You chose to do it this way in order to... Hide it from all the Jiang sect disciples who participated in painting back then......"

Painting 13 silently looked at the fragment under the candlelight for a long time, and began to slowly pick up the pen, dip it in water and mix ink, and the lamp was smoked, treating the fragment in various ways that make the viewer stunned.

Jingmo couldn't help but worry about him secretly: "Are you okay?" ”

"Well, don't worry." Painting Thirteen's gaze never left the fragment, and his gaze gradually took on a bright light that cleared through the clouds.

The hall was silently waiting for the results of the two, and suddenly, there were two sounds of "clang" and "clang" brushes dropping, and after more than two hours, Zhou Rong and the thirteenth painting successively completed the restoration of the fragments.

Zhou Rongzhi glanced at the painting thirteen proudly, and when Gonggong Wei carefully presented the two fragments of crisp leaves to the emperor, Zhou Rong inadvertently took out a flower feather from his arms, specially used it to dust off the dried ink marks on the table, smiled meaningfully at the painting thirteen, and then threw the flower feather into the inkstone, and soon, the thick black ink swallowed up the entire flower feather.

This is Feng Bo's crown flower. Painting Thirteen's chest suddenly swelled, it turned out that Zhou Rong had already known through some way that Feng Bo had told Painting Thirteen how he poisoned him!

At this moment, Zhou Rong is demonstrating to the painting thirteen, and he has no scruples when he thinks that he has the chance to win, so he might as well let the painting thirteen die.

However, if Zhou Rong already knew that Feng Bo would tell Painting 13 about the poisoning on the ink ingot, how could he be sure that he could accurately predict that Gonggong Wei or others would be able to smoothly exchange the ink ingot, and finally make the poisonous piece fall into the inkstone of Painting 13?

"These two fragments, according to me..."The emperor hesitated halfway through his first speech, he gently rubbed the two fragments that had been repaired for a long time, his eyes wandered, he looked at Zhou Rong, and then at the thirteenth painting, and made a mistake, "The degree of restoration between the two of you is completely equal, and it is difficult to distinguish between them." ”

"Your Majesty, I can't hide it, Brother Jiang used the power of the disciples of Hanlin to make the "Firefly Map", and the minister was left alone to lead the affairs of Hanlin, and the minister never witnessed this painting from beginning to end. Unexpectedly, when I saw it today, I found out that Brother Jiang had bad intentions! Zhou Rong said impassionedly.

There was an uproar in the audience, and the emperor stood up from the dragon chair with a "free" move, as if he was extremely excited, and pointed at Zhou Rong with a slight trembling: "What did you say?" What do you see in this painting? ”