The noisy crowd outside the building gradually dispersed, and at this time, from the noisy and lively street, there was a particularly conspicuous figure swaggering over.

Looking at it from afar, the person was clearly hidden in the crowd, but the noble and romantic state was like a swimming dragon, as if he was riding on the top of the clouds and swamps and fog, wantonly ruining the world. Behind the man, he was followed closely by a fart-wrenching little guy, babbling and chanting:

"Your Highness, Your Highness—Your Highness! Hey, Your Highness Little Bean! Today is neither a New Year nor a festival, according to the emperor's holy decree that year, you are usually not allowed to step out of the palace for half a step! Why did you sneak out with your minions today, don't you want Xiaodouzi's life, my Highness! The minion, dressed in a short, washed blue coat, cried and muttered.

"Your hall, you are seven up and eight down! You stupid bean be quiet, I'm afraid others don't know who I am? Go back and let Old Ghost Zhang catch me back, where can you put this beautiful face for me to practice Yin Cheng? This noble boy and brother shouted warmly to the slave Xiaodouzi behind him.

"Palace-if I am worried about not being discovered by General Zhang, I advise Gongzi to go back as soon as possible! In case the general comes back and sees that the prince is not in the mansion, and sues the emperor, and the emperor is angry, then our mansion will really make it worse, and the fall can no longer fall! ”

Xiaodouzi consciously spoke a little unabashedly in a hurry, and hurriedly glanced at the son in front of him, only to see that he still looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it at all. Xiaodouzi pouted, sighing while hoping that the son would change his mind and go back to the house obediently.

Although this prince looked fearless, a trace of waves flashed in his eyes, raised his gaze and looked in the direction of the palace, and muttered vaguely on his lips: "If he can really be attentive to me once, even if it is just anger." ”

Xiaodouzi didn't hear what Childe said, but saw him make a rare hesitant move, thinking that Childe had been persuaded by himself a little, and had already considered going back to the house, but when he was about to be overjoyed, he saw Childe show his usual evil smile in a blink of an eye, and the nine horses couldn't pull it back and stubbornly said:

"How can I, Yin Chenglian, go back? Don't worry, Old Ghost Zhang can't tell which gentle township the cat is eating and drinking in at this time, and he won't be able to come back for a while, and he won't find out that I sneaked out. Hey—look at that caravan of camels! ”

Xiao Douzi looked in the direction that the son named Yin Chenglian was pointing to, and saw that not far away, it was the caravan that they were familiar with from the Northern Desert who had entered Beijing to do business. It turns out that Childe is waiting for this month-"

"Come with me, don't be sluggish!" Yin Chenglian shouted Xiaodouzi, and hurried to the front of the dusty caravan in a few quick steps.

A big man in the caravan leader recognized Brother Gongzi who came over as his old customer at a glance, and his face covered with wind and sand couldn't help but smile layers of folds, and said, "Yo, it's Cheng Gongzi!" Childe comes back earlier than those big businessmen! And it doesn't fall every month, I'm really worried about this thing in my hand! ”

Yin Chenglian smiled like a strong wine, raised his eyebrows obliquely, and stretched out his hand to the greeting leader impatiently: "Team leader Assanji, you are busy, and I am also busy." If you know what I want, take it out. ”

Asangi smashed his mouth, raised his hand and patted the bag behind him, shrugged his shoulders again, and said to Yin Chenglian with a look of embarrassment: "Cheng Gongzi, is it okay for others?" The guy who's been lately... He's sick, yes, he's sick! So his-"

"Someone else's? Assanji, you also know that if you talk about the ability to appreciate paintings, I call the second in the whole capital, and no one dares to call it the first. Si Shi can get into the painting of my eyes, but can you find someone else's other than his? ”

Yin Chenglian glanced at Asangi's pretended embarrassment, knowing that this rough man was a businessman after all, and he was talking about business, but he was just looking for a reason to raise the price, so he gave Xiaodouzi a look. A hundred little beans were reluctant to throw a heavy money bag to Assanji.

After Asangi took the full amount of money bag, a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, and while putting the money bag in his pocket, he smiled and said:

"Oh, Cheng Gongzi, you really misunderstood me! In the Central Plains over the years, there is no one who can't put down the work of the thirteen Lang who 'shocked everything', and Cheng Gongzi is not alone? But when didn't I pick it up first and send it to Childe? It's just that the thirteen Lang did get sick recently, and he couldn't make a new painting, so his old works have become strange for a while. I, Asangi, didn't just say this to Childe, whoever comes to ask for Thirteen Lang's paintings again, I have to lay out the facts and reason like this. ”

Yin Chenglian saw Assanji explain earnestly as he carefully took out the drawing from his bag. A trace of doubt flashed in Yin Chenglian's heart, is this superb painter who has collected his paintings for many years and lives in the northern desert really sick? Or is it just a reason for Assange's casual nonsense? He didn't have time to think about it, after all, he was an irrelevant stranger, at best a painter he admired, whatever.

Yin Chenglian saw that Asangi only handed him a painting, seeing Assanji's pretended helpless expression and clearly said that if he wanted to paint again, he would have to increase the price, Yin Chenglian knew that he had no money to sell the painting, so he pouted his lips nonchalantly, took the painting over, slowly unfolded it and glanced at it, his eyes suddenly flashed with glittering brilliance, and his heart had already been provoked by a good painting, and he had already left behind the speculation that he would not raise the price. He carefully pinned the painting behind his waist, nodded slightly to Assange, and left.

Xiao Douzi patted his empty waist after losing the money bag distressedly, knowing that the son of his family spent the little money he had in the house on buying these tattered waste papers everywhere, but he couldn't dissuade half a sentence, so he had to squeeze out a wry smile and beg Yin Chenglian:

"Childe, we've spent all this money, and we've bought the painting, it's time to go back, right?"

The corners of Yin Chenglian's mouth hooked, a trace of sly light appeared in his eyes, and he smiled evilly: "I came out today, I didn't just do this painting." At this point, there are more important things that I need to oversee. With that, he set his eyes on a magnificent pavilion with carved beams and flying horns not far in front of him.

"Huh? Childe, is there anything in the capital that you need to supervise? Things like giving porridge to the people, the emperor must have sent it to the ministers of the court, such as building roadside latrines, there are also petty officials and officials staring, in addition to jumping over the wall to appreciate the painting and fighting crickets, you are a first-class good hand, what else do you have to supervise? Cricket Fighting Contest? ”

Xiaodouzi spoke like firecrackers, and from his words and deeds, he could really see what kind of master cultivated what kind of follower. Every time Xiaodouzi said one more word, Yin Chenglian's arm raised an inch, and after he finished speaking, he ate Yin Chenglian's heavy brain meltdown, and he screamed in pain on the street. Yin Chenglian sneered on the side:

"Little Bean, you have to have a little confidence in your son-in-law, you know? Now, those people will be screened out in the future to enter the palace to restore my painting! Okay, you don't have to correct me, at least that painting used to be mine, right? How could I not come and oversee? Zhou Rong's goods are real, I don't come, and I don't know if please invite me. ”

After Zhou Rong and his entourage arrived at the top attic of Chunmanlou under the leadership of Red Sleeves, they couldn't help but be surprised and amazed by the decoration of this top floor.

The whole top floor is a design of the outer square and the inner circle, and the four sides are ordinary hollow relief mahogany doors and windows, the lacquer glows with daylight, a sparkling and translucent, brilliant and splendid. There is a huge circular warm water bath in the center, the water surface floats with all kinds of orchid grass and spices, the bottom of the pool has a special person to set up a fire to cook all day long, the floor is full of hot steam, fragrant and dense, so it is called the incense pool.

At first glance, this pool of hot springs in the sky is just like a pill of bright and precious bright moon pearls embedded in the center of the beauty Jintian, which shows the ingenuity and ingenuity, I am afraid that even the heavenly Yao Chi fairyland is not as good as the mandarin ducks playing in the water in this incense pool, even if it is the wine pond meat forest of the merchant is also a little more elegant and graceful than here.

However, when the sight of the thirteenth painting passed through the amazed painters, through the light tent on the pond, at a glance, but saw the smoke cage, cold water, moon and sand, but saw the water and sunny, no beauty, no singing and dancing, only the vast, only an empty silence. The surprise in the heart of the painting thirteen added three points, and while looking at the surrounding environment, he still did not forget to pay attention to Zhou Rong's every move.

Although Zhou Rong had thought about the rules of the preliminary trial early in the morning, he didn't know how the red sleeves were arranged, and he didn't expect the top floor to be in such a situation, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and asked the red sleeves in a low voice: "Boss the red sleeves, this place is empty and quiet, what does this mean?" Did you really follow what I meant? ”

Red Sleeves winked at Zhou Rong with big gazelle-like eyes, patted a plump chest, and replied confidently: "Mrs. Zhou, what are you anxious about!" You see, I've moved out this incense pool, what else are you worried about? At this time, you just have to explain your rules to the painters, a good meal is not afraid of being late, and after a while, it will make you dizzy and dumbfounded. I promised a man with red sleeves, but I never messed up! Let's take a seat first! ”

Zhou Rong saw that as soon as he entered the old bustard's Chunmanlou, the red sleeves became more and more out of shape when he spoke, and he didn't want to say anything to her, but she didn't know how important she was, and she didn't dare to make any mistakes in this matter. Zhou Rong sat down on the upper seat by the bath, motioned for everyone to sit down, and explained:

"The boss of Lao Hongsleeve arranged the 'Kyoto Seven Yan' to dedicate the title to the public, and they were divided into seven groups, each group corresponds to a beautiful girl to paint a picture for it, or a portrait, or a figure, or a charm, or a dance, pick what you are good at to paint, but show solid painting skills."

When all the painters saw that Zhou Rong had spoken, they all took orders, divided into seven groups, and began to prepare painting tools, but they couldn't help but muttered a little at the emptiness of this floor. The thirteenth painting looked at Zhou Rong secretly, and saw that his face clearly showed a look of anxiety, but he pretended to be calm and relaxed, and slowly untied the small tea cone he carried around his waist, and was about to prepare to make tea.

Painting Thirteen frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, he looked back at the group of officers and soldiers brought by Zhou Rong who was guarding the back of the crowd, but found that there were only two or three symbolic pestles left there at this time, and he just wanted to look around for the rest of the officers and soldiers, when suddenly a figure took advantage of people's inattention and crept behind Painting Thirteen.

Hua Thirteen saw that it was Xu Fei who secretly inserted himself into his team, and he glanced at the team that Xu Fei had been assigned to, and his heart was clear. Several of the most talented and prestigious painters in the gallery were in Xu Fei's original team, including the most popular painter in the museum called Zhang Yangqi, Xu Fei naturally did not dare to stay in such a team of masters. Painting Thirteen looked at Xu Fei's haggard and tired appearance, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Brother Xu Fei is not in the team full of talents, so what's the use of squeezing behind me? This is not a text answer, can you still copy me? Also, your bloodshot red eyes, who made you cry like this? ”

Xu Fei was already sleepy and in a trance, yawned a lot, his mouth was not good, and he muttered, "Who, who is crying?" Oh yes, I didn't sleep last night... Didn't sleep well! Now my eyes are wandering around, Brother Hong, I'm following you, and you let me glance at which girl you're drawing from time to time, so many girls! I'm afraid I'll make a mistake if I stare at it for a while. With Brother Hong's team, I feel more at ease. ”

Painting Thirteen saw Xu Fei's sleepy and almost unconscious appearance, it was obvious that he was grinding his gun last night, and he secretly painted for a night and refused to admit it, he lowered his eyes and spread out the drawing paper, and replied with a light smile: "Okay, I promise you, I'll be in a while—"

"Wild—there—vines/Zero dew—Silly—"

The thirteenth words came to his mouth, but he was interrupted by a wisp of heavenly sound that broke through the air. The woman's singing voice was like a cry, fluttering, flowing through the dreamlike saro tent, blowing a pool of fragrant water with dew, lingering in the ears of everyone in the hall, and finally drilling into the tip of everyone's heart, the words tugging at the heartstrings, and the sentences hooking the soul.