"Emperor Qiqi, this person is a first-class painter selected from the people after the assessment of the art gallery, named Yang Ling." Zhou Rong prostrate in front of the hall, and the concubines and concubines on both sides watched and stopped. Above the main hall, it is the Emperor Dayin, his sideburns are gray, but his eyes are blazing, and his eyebrows are peaceful and benevolent.

The emperor nodded with satisfaction: "Zhou Qing has worked hard for this matter, and I will be rewarded." ”

Yang Ling, who was recommended by Zhou Rong, had a smile on her face, and the original sharp-beaked monkey gills were even more obvious: "Your Majesty!" Grass folk Yang Ling luckily passed the strict and formal review of the art gallery and was able to serve the emperor, and her gratitude is beyond words! The grass people have always admired Mrs. Zhou's outstanding painting talent, which can be described as a high mountain, asking themselves how far away Fu Ru is, how dare he compare paintings with the grandmaster Zhou Taifu in front of the palace? It's really a class to get an axe, and the main writer of the restoration of "Firefly Map" has no second choice except for Mrs. Zhou! ”

The emperor looked at Zhou Rong, who looked graceful and humble on the side, and Zhou Rong confidently clamped his tail and smiled: "Eh, Yang Sheng's words are wrong. The so-called posterior is terrifying, you don't have to be too modest, if you are not worthy of painting with this Taifu, what other painter in the world has this qualification? ”

"Me!" Suddenly a calm and determined voice came from outside the hall, and everyone followed the prestige and saw a suave boy in white clothes and a face like a crown of jade.

The emperor asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Dare to trespass on the palace hall! ”

"The grass people draw thirteen, knock on the emperor." Hua Thirteen turned his gaze to Zhou Rong, who was dumbfounded and pale, "Who am I, I'm afraid the emperor will have to ask Mrs. Zhou, who is in charge of the selection of the art gallery." ”

"You, how could you ......" Zhou Rong's legs trembled in shock, and he hurriedly covered his mouth that almost leaked, "Emperor, Emperor!" He, he is the unsuccessful painter of the art gallery, and he is unwilling to dare to trespass into the palace, and ask the emperor to take him down quickly and throw him out of the noon gate! ”

The emperor looked unhappy, and said with his eyebrows: "I issued the 'Firefly Order' to recruit first-class painters with both virtue and talent. If anyone ignores the selection process, despises the results, and does whatever it takes for the sake of fame, I will definitely punish them severely! Someone, bring this unsuccessful painter down. ”

"Stop." King Xuan followed and ascended to the main hall, "See the imperial brother, the courtier brother has something to say." ”

"It's the third child. I'll talk to you about the border later, and it's the 'Firefly Order' matter right now. The emperor motioned for King Xuan to step down.

"The younger brother is here to speak for the first-class painter who won the first prize but was buried." King Xuan helped up the painting thirteen, "This person made a stunning work "Phoenix Picture" in the review of the art gallery, and the wonder of the phoenix's rebirth in the sunset caused the people of the city to be amazed, and the final number of peacock feathers was the first. As for this Yang Ling, the younger brother didn't even remember what results he drew in the retest. ”

The emperor's eyes widened and widened, looking at Zhou Rong. Zhou Rong immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty!" The emperor is good, this painting thirteen him, his mind is not right! At the beginning, he restrained his painting skills, deliberately hid his clumsiness, and bribed me in private to curry favor, and asked the emperor to severely punish such unscrupulous people who chase fame and fortune! ”

The emperor's face gradually sank, and he glanced at King Xuan: "Is this indeed the case?" ”

Hua Thirteen replied calmly without humility or arrogance: "If I am really as Mrs. Zhou said, can Mrs. Zhou have evidence of my bribery?" Emperor Mingjian, I am a grass people, without power and power, I entered the palace alone, and I just want to prevent thousands of colleagues who participated in the review of the gallery from being cold, and I only hope that "Firefly Map" will not be entrusted to non-people. ”

"Brother Huang, since Mrs. Zhou and the painting thirteen have their own words, and this Yang Ling probably doesn't dare to compare the painting with the palace of the Zhou Taifu, so it is better to let the painting thirteen and the Zhou Taifu compete three times. Which is higher or lower, you can see at a glance. King Xuan suggested.

Painting thirteen cast a grateful gaze at King Xuan, and Zhou Rong was so angry that the roots of his teeth trembled: "Your Majesty, painting thirteen he-"

"Zhou Qing, I ask you, did this "Phoenix Picture" with the thirteenth painting get the first place in the review?" The emperor asked expressionlessly.

Zhou Rong glanced at King Xuan and had to admit: "Yes, yes, but-"

"Well, let's compare." The emperor glanced at Zhou Rong, "Remember, the person who can compare paintings with the palace of the Hanlin Taifu must not be a general, he is the first painter of the people, and he is worthy of you." Are you still afraid that he won't make it? ”

Zhou Rong was speechless and had no choice but to obey. The ladies in the hall were all cheering and cheering, and there was a lively look.

Father-in-law Wei, who was beside the emperor, shook off the dust and shouted loudly: "There are three competitions in front of the palace. The first game is a small test and a lot of skills. In order to show the righteous and wise heart of the saint, the title should be selected from the objects stored in the main hall and painted within one stick of incense. Your Majesty, you said, what should you choose in this first game? ”

The emperor glanced at the main hall, and his eyes fell on King Xuan: "Since this competition was provoked by the third child, let's draw bamboo." You look at the third child, it's just a matter of planting bamboo in the house on weekdays, but it's rare to enter the palace today, and I don't forget to wear a green bamboo. ”

King Xuan laughed loudly: "Over the years, it's just 'countless spring bamboo shoots full of forests, and the chaimen is secretly cut off from pedestrians', so don't make fun of your younger brothers." ”

Between the words and laughter, the palace people have already prepared a table, a few painting papers, and other items for the two parties. Zhou Rong glared at the painting thirteen viciously while studying the ink, and when he saw the figure behind the painting thirteen that had made him think about it and love and hate, there was a "clang", and the entire inkstone was flipped from his hand to the ground, and the dots of ink splashed Zhou Rong's body.

The emperor asked unhappily: "Zhou Qing, you are the most cautious and meticulous on weekdays, why are you so reckless now?" ”

"The minister thought of God for a while, and the minister was convicted." Zhou Rong panicked and sent someone to exchange for inkstone and ink, and looked at Jingmo with a complicated expression.

Jingmo casually washed the pen and studied the ink for the painting thirteen. Painting 13 sneered at Zhou Rong with a cold gaze, and after thinking for a moment, he raised his pen. Zhou Rong's heart was in turmoil, he had no preparation to paint in front of the palace, and he never expected Jingmo to come back from the dead, and he was so troubled that it was difficult for him to write, and he hesitated for a long time.

The people in the hall all watched quietly with bated breath as the two painters walked with their brushes and cuffs, and the white painting paper gradually showed a different scene. Zhou Rong kept squinting at the painting thirteen, burning incense, and in the blink of an eye, the two stopped writing almost at the same time.

"The incense is gone." Gonggong Wei raised his voice and said, "Submit it!" Please take a look at the emperor. ”

The ladies began to chatter and chatter, and the other people who were watching could not help but raise their hearts to their throats. Especially Jingmo, although she never doubted the painting skills of Hua Thirteen, she understood that this time she could not withstand the slightest risk.

After the emperor looked at the two paintings for a long time, he first glanced at the thirteenth painting, and then slanted at Zhou Rong: "Zhou Qing's painting, the bamboo leaves are dense and layered, and the pen and brush skills are solid. As for painting thirteen, can you tell me what you are drawing? ”

King Xuan couldn't help but jump when he saw the emperor's reaction like this, and Jingmo was even more worried. Zhou Rong pursed a triumphant smile on his lips, glanced at the painting of Thirteen from a distance, and sneered: "Your Majesty, this painting is disorganized, bamboo does not become bamboo, rain does not become rain, and it is obliquely untidy, just like its people have bad intentions!" Please also ask the emperor to adjudicate this bold and reckless Diao people! ”

Painting Thirteen glanced at Zhou Rong lightly, and said calmly: "The emperor took down this painting." What I painted was a bamboo shadow. ”

There was an uproar in the hall, and Gonggong Wei hurriedly straightened the painting, and the emperor looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but light up in his eyes, and said in surprise: "There is no bamboo in the painting, but the bamboo is dripping, there is no moon on the paper, but the moon is like practice." It's a lot of fun! ”

Zhou Rong stared at the thirteenth painting dumbfounded, Jingmo's nervous heart relaxed slightly, but he listened to the emperor's voice again: "However, since it is a full moon night, how can there be a drizzle?" Painting thirteen, it is okay to be unconventional, but if you distort reality for the sake of novelty, it is just a futile show. ”

Hua Thirteen was not in a hurry to argue: "Please take a closer look at the emperor, whether the rain between the bamboo shadows is rain." ”

The emperor frowned, looked at it again with half-squinted eyes, and suddenly stretched his eyebrows, and smiled in surprise: "It's an arrow!" The tail of the arrow is meticulous, and at first glance it looks like a torrential rain pouring down a bamboo forest. Painting thirteen, you don't paint bamboo and moon and rain well, but you make a mystery, what is the intention? ”

Hua Thirteen glanced at King Xuan, swallowed his throat, and replied cautiously: "The bamboo forest is as dense as a base, if it is a full moon night, you can listen to the sound of Xiaoxiao leaves, and if it is turbulent, you can resist the chaos of arrows like rain, just like King Xuan's heart to treat the saint." ”

The hall was silent, and he looked at the emperor's reaction in the main hall. The emperor silently looked at the thirteenth painting, then at King Xuan, and after a long time, he suddenly pointed at the thirteenth painting: "Presumptuous!" ”

"The emperor is angry!"

Everyone knelt on the ground in response, King Xuan's expression was solemn, Jingmo closed his eyes tightly and his heart had sunk to the bottom of the lake, and Zhou Rong smiled proudly.

Painting 13 suppressed the seven up and eight times in his heart, although he knelt on his knees, his head was high, and he looked at the emperor intently, and said: "Depicting the real thing lies in the charm and meaning." Among them, the painting shadow is the first-class idea, the shadow of the flower, the shadow of the bird, the shadow of the tree, the shadow of the person, all the shadows are because of the sun and the moon, but the sun and the moon are outside the paper, and the viewer is also outside the paper, which is the magic of the secret combination. ”

Listening to it, Zhou Rong's smile gradually froze, his face became more and more ugly, he secretly raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and the emperor's expression was a little abrupt.

"These words sound familiar to me." The emperor's words were quite melancholy, "I actually forgot that when he was alive, he liked to paint 'shadows' the most, and often put the words in the "Diamond Sutra" on his lips. ”

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such." Painting Thirteen said slowly, don't be a general taste in your heart.

The emperor stood up slowly, and asked with surprise in his eyes: "Painting Thirteen, how can you know this?" ”