In the early hours of the morning, Painting Thirteen called the Zhou Mansion to send the drunken and sleepy Zhou Rong back to the Zhou Mansion. He recalled Zhou Rong's words that he swore that he could control the overall situation of the review, and a chuckle pursed on his lips, and he called Chang Ling and ordered: "Before the review tomorrow, get me something." ”

After hearing this, Chang Ling seemed to be familiar with it, and searched all over the city early the next morning. When Chang Ling came back, the gallery was already bustling with excitement preparing for the re-examination.

In the lobby on the top floor of the gallery, there are rows of tables and chairs with brushes, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table are ready to go, and the painters who have been screened after the preliminary examination have sat down. In the hall, Zhou Rong cleared his throat and said solemnly:

"First of all, I congratulate you and others for passing the rigorous assessment of the preliminary examination, which is equivalent to stepping into the gate of the most noble and honorable palace! But whether you can enter the palace smoothly or not, you have to fight for it with your ability. Today's review is the last checkpoint to enter the palace, and finally one person will be selected from all of you to enter the palace with me to repair the Chinese painting on behalf of the folk painter. Therefore, the topics of today's competition are all up to you to play, flowers, birds, insects, fish, people, landscapes, you can feel free to put them into the painting. But remember, the paintings you make today will probably determine where your painters' careers end, so you don't need to weigh the importance of the paintings, right? Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" A group of scholars with weak grammar answered three points louder than the well-trained soldiers.

Zhou Rong glanced at the thirteenth painting hidden in the seat from a distance, and cast a look of expectation on him with deep meaning. After drawing thirteen times with a determined look, when people were not paying attention, he took out a small bottle of mixed paint juice from his sleeve and stirred it into the paint. He lifted the brush, silently studied the white paper, and after a moment, he did not hesitate to hang his wrist and swing the pen.

At this moment, a whole street of people has gathered outside the museum, bustling and dense, holding the peacock feathers distributed by the gallery in their hands, all downstairs looking up at the tall buildings, waiting for the painters to hang their works.

A coral-colored figure swayed through the crowd and squeezed into the best spot, followed by the farts and insects, and came up in a moment.

"Your Highness! Is the crickets in our house hibernating? Or is the parrot starling so old that he can't open his voice? These days, I obviously listen to you all day long and dislike the painters they selected are useless, why do you come here to join in the fun? Little Beanzi was crowded by the crowd and pressed close behind his master, and his babbling mouth had not stopped since the moment his master stepped out of the door.

"Eh, little bean, look what this is." Yin Chenglian was impatient as if listening to an old monk chanting, stretched out his hand in front of Xiaodouzi, and asked matter-of-factly.

Xiaodouzi looked at Yin Chenglian's empty palm, then looked up at Yin Chenglian's smile again, and replied confusedly: "This is... Hands, Your Highness's golden and jade hands..."

"Inaccurate, not rigorous." Yin Cheng Lian slanted the two curved peach blossom eyes with an evil smile, raised his hand in front of Xiaodouzi's eyes and said, "When His Highness is happy, this is a hand, but when His Highness is annoyed and impetuous, this is a slap." Would you like to try it? ”

Xiao Douzi raised his hand to cover his face that was frozen red, shrunk his neck smartly, and smiled at Yin Chenglian: "Your Highness, quickly put away your hands, carefully freeze them." ”

"You also withdrew your long tongue, carefully being flashed by the wind." Yin Chenglian didn't know why he was fighting with a little servant from time to time.

"Xiaodouzi is concerned about His Highness, last time His Highness caused a lot of trouble here, which alarmed the palace, but fortunately, the Holy Lord didn't ask His Highness again afterwards. Why did Your Highness come to this irrelevant place again to see some irrelevant people, and touch your head in vain! "The little beans are just like the name of the people, like the big beads and small beads poured out of the basin falling on the jade plate, endlessly.

"Father won't punish me." Yin Chenglian's smile gradually retracted, lowered his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth casually, "The biggest advantage of not being favored is that even if you cause trouble, the people who should see it will turn a blind eye." ”

Yin Chenglian slowly understood why he disliked Xiaodouzi's mother-in-law and mother for being a living chatterbox, but he still always took the trouble to quarrel with Xiaodouzi. Because those who can say a few words by his side, except for the parrot starlings in the house, and a few interpretive flowers in the land of wind and moon, all the princes of the royal family and nobles are respectful of him, the prince who was abandoned by the saint, and over time, there are only little beans by his side.

"Okay, wouldn't it be nice to come and see the excitement with me quietly." Yin Chenglian looked like a young man who was neither light nor heavy, and snickered, "Today, Old Ghost Zhang personally let me out, count him sensible this time!" ”

"General Zhang is not afraid that His Highness will cause any more trouble, so he has to ......," Xiaodouzi shrunk his neck and said with a word.

"Eh, why is she here?" Yin Chenglian's gaze fell on a dark green serious figure not far away, this figure was as cold as a frosted pine. She seemed to notice that there was a gaze that made her uncomfortable, and suddenly turned her head and saw Yin Chenglian, but she pretended not to see it and retracted her gaze lightly.

Rao is like this, Yin Chenglian squeezed through the bustling crowd and walked to her side, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in a cynical and casual tone.

"It's Lord Guan. It's really strange, adults don't work hard in the palace to write history, how can they be in the mood to come here to join in the fun? ”

Guan Tianyu had to turn around, bowed his head slightly, and said lightly: "See His Highness Cheng." ”

Yin Chenglian saw that she didn't even raise her eyes to look at herself, and felt a little uncomfortable, suddenly he sneezed and then shrank twice, Xiaodouzi hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, aren't you cold?" ”

Yin Chenglian rubbed the tip of his nose and looked at the side face of Guan Tianyu, who was still as cold as frost: "Does Lord Guan have to treat people so coldly?" Your Highness is about to be frozen out of the wind chill by the awe-inspiring chill of your body. Or is it that Master Guan is also a person who judges the situation and does not want to spend more time with His Royal Highness? ”

Guan Tianyu turned around and looked at Yin Chenglian at this time, and explained: "Your Highness has misunderstood, Tianyu has no such intention. ”

At this time, two more little ghosts came out from Guan Tianyu's side, and suddenly stopped between the two people, and the naughty one raised his head and said unceremoniously: "Xiao Yu is here to see the painting!" I'm not here to talk to you, why do you blame Xiaoyu for ignoring you? ”

"Light wind, don't talk nonsense. He is His Royal Highness. Guan Tianyu lowered his head and stopped.

Another slightly sensible child said in a milky voice: "But even in the face of the emperor, Xiao Yu has this look." His Royal Highness has misunderstood Xiao Yu. ”

Yin Chenglian looked at Guangfeng and Ji Yue, who sang and harmonized, very clever and cute, couldn't help touching the heads of the two children, and after a pause, he asked seemingly casually: "Lord Guan, I don't know my father... Is everything okay in the palace? ”

Guan Tianyu raised his eyes and glanced at Yin Chenglian, and lowered his eyelids lightly: "The saint is fine." ”

"As a historian, my lord often accompanies the king." Yin Chenglian's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help asking, "Has my father ever mentioned me from time to time?" ”

"No, I didn't."

Guan Tianyu spoke bluntly without concealment, but Yin Chenglian was startled, he actually expected this answer, but he was helpless in the palace, after the death of the first queen, whether it was the harem or the court, he didn't even have a person to ask, so he met a historian on the street, and couldn't help but ask a few words, after all, it was his father who he hadn't seen for ten years.

"However," Guan Tianyu had already heard about Yin Chenglian's situation, and she also felt the stunned mood of the prince in front of her, so she added, "The saint often thinks of Empress Jiang, and every month he has to go to Empress Xian's Youlanzhai to stay for a few days. ”

"Really?" Yin Chenglian couldn't tell whether he was excited or sad, "After so many years, the queen mother's Youlanzhai can still stay?" ”

Guan Tianyu explained lightly: "It is repaired every year, just like in the past. ”

Yin Chenglian felt that he should be happy for his mother, but the knot in his heart couldn't be opened, he glanced at the depths of the gallery, and muttered: "The house can be repaired if it is broken, and the old painting can be repaired if it is broken." But father, why would you rather work on these things and leave me aside......

His voice was light and light, and Guan Tianyu still listened to it word for word, but before she could say anything, she saw Yin Chenglian change to a hippie smile in a blink of an eye, and asked casually:

"I heard this little ghost just say that Master Guan also came to see the painting? I don't know which painter is so extraordinary that he can attract the Guan people who have lived in the deep palace for a long time? ”

Guangfeng grinned and hurriedly replied, "It's my godfather!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Guan Tianyu's already cold face suddenly sank, and a face that was originally flowery and moon-like was suddenly coated with a layer of ice.

"Guangfeng didn't talk nonsense! Xiao Yu is our godmother, and Xiao Yu's man is naturally our godfather! Ji Yue also echoed from the side.

The smile on Yin Chenglian's face gradually faded, he looked at Guan Tianyu's strange expression, and recalled something from a long time ago: "Lord Guan actually has a sweetheart? I don't have a good memory, and I thought that after Guan Daren became a cold-faced historian, he threw away all his feelings. Unexpectedly, after many years, the tastes of adults have not changed. ”

Yin Chenglian glanced at the gallery meaningfully, Guan Tianyu's indifferent eyebrows furrowed, and said coldly: "Since His Highness has a bad memory, don't reluctantly recall the past." ”

"Which artist is it?" Yin Chenglian stared intently at Guan Tianyu's eyes, frowned, and asked with the corners of his mouth raised, "Painter Wang from a good background?" A gentle and elegant Zhang painter? Or is it the handsome painter Liu? ”

"It's the one with the birthmark on his face!" A childish voice rushed to answer.

"Ji Yue!" Guan Tianyu's eyebrows were deep, and he stared back at Yin Chenglian with a pair of autumn-like eyes, "Your Highness, this is Tianyu's private matter, I ask myself that my personal relationship with His Highness has not yet reached this point, who I come to see, I won't bother His Highness." ”

"It's him." Of course, Yin Chenglian has not forgotten this birthmark painter who has met several times, except for the thing on his face, that person is indeed suave and handsome, but Yin Chenglian's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper, and he hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "The first time I heard the name of Lord Guan was from an old man's mouth. The girl who went to Beijing with Xiaobai in the past, has she finally let go of everything? If so, why did you choose another artist? ”