The afterglow is as gorgeous as embroidery, and the smoke is quiet in the river, reflecting the clouds and wandering high in the sky.

The three of them put their horses on the bank of the river for two days and one night, drank the clear river water by the river, and finally arrived in western Sichuan after traveling day and night.

A Haidongqing flew over, and Su Baofeng reached out to take off the silk silk on the eagle's talons, and said after looking at it: "General, the spy in Beijing sent a letter, Yuce really killed you, he found out that we left the night and personally led people to pursue, and chased until Luguan, fortunately we left in time." ”

Helian Xiong Xiong Niu, lying on his stomach and panting, "Oh my mother, my old bear hasn't lived enough, and he almost fell into the way of Yuce's kid, by the way, general, who reported the letter to us?" We don't know anyone in Shangjing. ”

Su Baofeng was also puzzled, only to see Yu Wenzheng just sitting quietly by the river, and didn't seem to want to answer them, didn't the general know?

Took out a cyan brocade from his arms, Yu Wenzheng looked at the brocade stunned, this brocade has been paddled at the bottom of the sandalwood box, he also noticed it yesterday, it is obvious that this is cut from a woman's clothes, with a faint fragrance, this clothing he knows.

He bought it for Yu'er......

Qing Lihui's lively and playful figure appeared in his mind, and he often thought of her.

Suddenly I was frightened by a thought that came out of me...... Yu Ce's attempt to kill him must be done in secret, how could she know? Two similar eyebrows and eyes coincide in the brain, what is the relationship between her and Yuce?

You'er, You'er......

Helian lay on the stump, glanced at Yu Wenzheng, whose face was changing rapidly, and the brocade, and squeezed his eyebrows at the mustache: That thing seems to be a woman's, he has seen it many times, something!

Su Baofeng wiped the water on his face: I don't understand, you go and ask.

Helian blinked: Did he move his heart? He can be regarded as enlightened, he knows that he misses his daughter-in-law, and he doesn't know which girl it is, so he should marry by saving us!

The wind turns his head: The dog takes the mouse!

Long and nine years, March three.

The scenery is bright, the sun and the wind are soft, the Yanjiang River is like a belt, and the green water rises in spring.

After the winter snow disappears, the things in Shangjing are full of spring, but the second is the March day in the world.

At this time, the largest restaurant in Shangjing, the Tilting Building, was full, and everyone was looking forward to it, just waiting for the red silk on the stage to land, and to see the painting scroll of the Tilting Kingdom once in the next three years.

Lingtian Wen's, the world out of the wonderful pen, Danqing a volume, worth a thousand gold.

Since the founding of the original dynasty, the Lingtian Wen clan has been the royal painter of the court from generation to generation, and the famous scrolls of the kings of the past dynasties who have survived in the harem are all from the Wen handwriting, and its reputation is remarkable.

Seventy years ago, Wen Ximo, a fifteen-year-old descendant of the Wen family, received a decree and made a rule that every three years he would paint a painting for someone other than the king, without the need for gold or silver, and he would only paint a painting for someone who amazed his eyeballs, and it was exhibited to the world on March 3.

Because the original dynasty was Shangjing, and the picture scroll was exhibited in Shangjing, it was called Wen Ximo's "national color of Shangjing".

During the Wuding period of Emperor Renning, there was a great drought in the world, many prefectures and counties had no harvest, the lord of Kangning, who was known as the name of virtue, had to be "the color of the country", in order to contribute to the suffering Li Minjin, the lord of Kangning offered the picture scroll made by Wen Ximo, and auctioned in Fenghualou to raise funds for relief of the victims, and the two thousand gold of silver money obtained were all donated, which was passed on as a good story.

Since then, whether it is a famous lady or a beautiful woman, they are willing to help the people with their modest efforts, and all those who have to be "the national color of Beijing" have donated their paintings to auction, and the money raised is handed over to the treasury, which is counted as the heart of the women who are worried about the country and the people.

Gradually, the triennial announcement and auction of "Shangjing National Color" has also become the expectation of many people's hearts and the highlight of Shangjing, and "Fenghua Building" has also been renamed "Tilting National Building", which is the place where the "Shangjing National Color" is held every three years.

Thirty years ago, the Empress Dowager Ling flew into the sky and danced to the heart of Emperor Ren Kang, and also had to cherish the brilliance of the ink pen, and its auction price hit 5,000 gold, the highest in all dynasties. It's a pity that the demon queen generation is notorious, and those who get its picture scroll are tired of what they do, and they will eventually burn it.

The last two are even more beautiful.

Six years ago, that "national color of Shangjing" amazed Shangjing and shocked Shangjing. At the beginning of the founding, although Wen Ximo did not have clear rules, but all of them were women in the "Shangjing National Color", and in that year, the flowing water was meandering, the spring was rinsing, and the man with a peerless face in the ancient pavilion of Qingye made everything lose color.

Linchuan Wang Yuan Bihuan became the only man in the "Shangjing National Color", and therefore got a title - "Wang China Color".

Three years ago, at the moment when the red silk was commissioned, the corners of the eyebrows that were as cold as snow contained the tenderness of spring water, the lips of the red plum were not blown, the skin was greasy and soft, the black hair was like silk, the camellia blossomed all over, a water was gently murmuring, and the woman in red clothes was like fire caressing the seven strings with her onion fingers, which was beautiful.

The foolish people came back to their senses and looked at the inscription carefully, only to know that it was the eldest daughter of the Jade King - Yu's Haojie, the current queen mother who entered the palace because of a dance that amazed the saint, and was also the fifth queen mother in the "Shangjing National Color".

Wen Ximo is a generation of everyone, now he is eighty-five years old and determined to go into hiding, this time the "Beijing National Color" is the last one of Wen Ximo's life, which has attracted everyone to look forward to it, and the enthusiasm is more than in previous years, I am very curious about who Wen Lao's pen will be in this life?

The door of the private room on the second floor opened slightly, and the handsome young man glanced at the half-pillar of incense and the painting scroll blocked by red silk in the lobby downstairs, and continued to bow his head and pretend to sleep.

Another handsome young man carefully poured a cup of tea for him, "Don't worry, it's time to wait, you can't eat hot tofu if you're in a hurry." ”

The young man who was pretending to sleep opened his eyes and pouted, "I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter who it is with me, you have to bring me here, just wait here to die of boredom." ”

"Okay, my fault, you just give me face, and then be patient and wait."

These two people are the original Yifeng and the woman dressed as a man Yu Zijin, two years have passed, and the boys and girls with extraordinary looks in the past have grown into more and more handsome and very handsome sons and bright and unparalleled in the world.

"Okay, wait." Yuzijin lazily showed the folding fan, quite a bit dignified and chic, the guests downstairs were waiting for boredom and talking about the national color of Beijing over the years, the last two Linchuan Wang Yuan Bihuan and Yu Haojie are the most praised.

Last year, Yuce moved to Xianyang, a military town in five states, and set up a large prime minister's mansion to gather power. And in Shangjing, Yuce handed it over to the prince Yutian and his henchmen, and he concentrated on military affairs and tried to win the world.

When Yu Ce took his wife and concubine to move to Xianyang, Yu Zijin did not go with her parents, and Hui of the Ming and Qing dynasties did not want to leave her in Shangjing, but it happened that she was pregnant with a son in her womb, and she had no time to take care of her daughter, and the eldest daughter in the palace also had a sister to accompany her, so she had to agree.

In Shangjing, there is less parental constraints, and there is a sister-in-law to hire the county lord to take care of, Yu Zijin's life is also smooth, because the county lord of Ting and the original Yifeng sister and brother have a good relationship, Yu Zijin and Yuan Yifeng have gradually become acquainted, become friends, and often disguise themselves together.

When he was in a trance, there was a commotion downstairs, and Yu Zijin looked out at the same time as the original wind, the incense had burned out, and the time had come.

"You say, who will be the 'Shangjing National Color' this time?" Yu Zijin curiously tapped his palm with the handle of the fan.

The original meaning of the wind had a deep meaning Lang Run, and Ya Ruo Xian, "I won't know it right away." ”

Yu Zijin twisted his eyebrows, "You smile so strangely, don't you know ......" In a blink of an eye, the painting scroll under the red silk has already appeared, and when he glanced at it, Yu Zijin's words were stuck in his throat.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear - what comes into view is this endless cold river and snow.

The breeze by the river is driven, and there is no cloud and smoke to the table, but it is the verdant pine needles wrapped in silver, and the snow is falling, and there is a context.

The long hair and waist are as inky as shade, the clear and bright eyes are shining like enlightenment, the lychee is delicate and does not apply powder, the thin lips are as thick as the shaved lips are pink and tender, the girl is so slightly raised her head and smiled at the snow pressing the green branches, and the green jade fingers lightly plucked a petal of snow, which was snow-white and the fingertips were moist. The cold of the north wind howling, the snow drifting in the sky and the earth, she stood proudly in the snow field in green clothes, and suddenly saw the green willow color on the mo, grabbing the early plum and fighting for spring.

Even though there are thousands of miles of snow deep, the cold river is frozen, and she is invincible to this place where the blue is beautiful, the winter disappears and the spring hair, and everything wakes up.

After a period of dead silence downstairs, exclamations and sighs came one after another, and many people who cared about the identity of the woman approached the scroll to see the inscription on it.

In the first month of the ninth year of Changhe, Wen Xi made ink and gave the second daughter of the Jade King - Yu's Zijin.

There was a boiling downstairs again, and it was the lord of the spirit machine!

The two consecutive sessions of "Shangjing National Color" have a family, which is unprecedented, and the same is the daughter of the Jade King is even more amazing, this real person they have never seen, but the stunning beauty on the picture is by no means fake, many people here have seen the jade ce of Longzhang Fengzi, and it is not an exaggeration to be able to raise two daughters of "Shangjing National Color".

Half an hour later, Yu Zijin held her chin and listened to the bidding downstairs, because she was far away and couldn't see the inscription clearly, but how could she not know herself? I didn't expect that the white-bearded old man who went out to walk in the snow in the first month of last year would be Wen Ximo.

Take a look at the original meaning of leisurely tea tasting, after the painting scroll is opened, his expression is only amazed but not surprised, and it seems to have a sense of "sure enough", Wen Ximo's "Shangjing National Color" will not be shown to the second person before it is exhibited in the Tilting Building, how will he know?

"What are you staring at me?" As soon as Yuan Yifeng raised his head, he met a pair of looking eyes.

"Did you already know that the person in the painting was me?"

"It's not."

"But why do you just know when I look at your expression?"

That's because apart from you, I don't think anyone can be called a "national color" - Yuan Yifeng didn't say this, only replied to Yu Zijin with a silent smile.

Seeing that he was silent, Yu Zijin had no choice but to do it, and quietly listened to the bidding downstairs, the one of her sister three years ago was worth 4,300 gold, second only to the Empress Dowager Ling, and was bought by an unknown person, but she knew that it must be the person of the beautiful brother, but she didn't know how much she was worth?

Half an hour has passed, the bidding downstairs is still continuing, and the price has reached 4,400 gold, Yu Zijin clutched the folding fan in his hand, and his face was full of trouble, if this price exceeded the five thousand gold of the Empress Dowager Ling, it would be a blessing or a curse for her.

Yuan Yifeng was still leisurely sipping tea, and he also had Yu Zijin's worries, but after all, the Jade King would not send his two daughters to the palace at the same time, and the result of this auction would only make Yu Zijin's reputation greater, compared to the former, he didn't mind.

The bidding downstairs came and went, and there was no intention of stopping.

Just when it is about to surpass 5,000 gold, "Ten pearls!" ”