"Little boss, this time I'm going to say ugly things in front." The painter said righteously. "You don't have to think about messing around with this painting, "Traveling in the Mountains and Streams" is a plain landscape painting, and there are few characters in it, so I can pull you out, but this "Luo Shen Futu" is very different, if you don't follow the story set in it, you may really never be able to come out again......"

His tone and demeanor were telling me that this was definitely not a joke.

I spread my hands helplessly. "Uncle, you think too highly of me, that one just now was purely my unintentional fault, and I don't dare to do this anymore."

Although I said that I would never dare again, in fact, I didn't just dare, but I couldn't. The story of "Luo Shen Fu" is very poignant and exquisite, what can I do to add another word?

"Your analysis just now is correct, but it only says a tenth of the subtlety of this painting." The painter still seemed to be relieved, and then told me.

"What! Tenth. "This is really enough to make me disheartened, just now my analysis of "Luo Shen Futu", and the affirmation of the existence of Luo Shen, in my own opinion, is already leaky. Now he's telling me he's just hitting the tip of the iceberg.

How many secrets does this painting have?

"Don't worry, I'll be cautious."

"Okay, then I'll tell you how to get into this painting." As he spoke, he pointed to the far right end of the scroll. "Go and see if there's a four-legged horse somewhere."

I walked to the corner of the incense shop and looked at the painting closely.

To be honest, I've seen this painting many times before, and there are two replicas at the Palace Museum in Beijing. When I was wandering in Beijing, I went to the museum to see it, the two fakes have the same painting style, the same story, but the scenery and character modeling can be said to be very different, one sparse and one dense, because the real work of "Luo Shen Futu" has been lost for many years, and no one knows which one is closer to the original for many years.

But when I look at this painting today, I can be sure without hesitation that this is the real thing, this is a very emotional understanding, I seem to be able to hear Gu Kaizhi transmitting his heart to my ears through this painting.

Looking at a painting is like looking at a person, some people may not be beautiful or dignified, but you can be sure at a glance that she is the right person, which is called feeling.

This is true of people, and the same is true of painting.

"I see it." Sure enough, there is a fallen horse at the far right end of the scroll, which is very funny.

"You touch its tail with your hand and close your eyes."

I did as I was told, and put my finger on the fluttering ponytail, and the touch like the bark of an ancient tree came from my fingers.

When I close my eyes, I feel itchy in my heart, as if there is really a ponytail in the palm of my hand teasing me, which makes people want to stop.

"In the third year of the early Huang Dynasty, Yu Chaojing was the master and returned to Luochuan. The ancients had a saying that the god of water was called Concubine Mi. Feeling Song Yu's matter to the goddess of the king of Chu, he made a gift. A deep voice rang in my ears.

I guess that's an opening statement.

There was also a sound of horses' hooves, like the music in the back before the start of the play......

I fell heavily from my horse and fell apart. "Oops, it hurts me!"

The ground was dusty, and I spat and spat out a few small pebbles that I had accidentally eaten in my mouth, and watched as the loose horse ran away.

"Damn, why didn't this old man tell me in advance that this is the way to enter." I cursed in my heart. "It's good to prepare me mentally."

Looking around, you are in the middle of nowhere, uninhabited, but you can still see a narrow path not far away, which stands out among the lush green grass.

I shook the dust off my body and walked slowly.

It's also strange to say, there was not even a figure when I saw it just now, and after a while, a huge group of people came to the west, flying sand and stones, and the momentum was huge.

"Walk the horse and drink the wine. Drive without meat and fish ......" A hearty voice came from the dust and smoke.

When I looked closely, it was a lavishly equipped carriage, and at the front were a dozen cavalrymen in bright silver armor, who were majestically guarding a delicate and luxurious carriage. Although I didn't know much etiquette, I could see at a glance that what was done in this carriage was definitely not an ordinary person, or even an ordinary dignitary, because there were four attendants on both sides of the carriage who were walking with big fans and making cool breezes for the people on the carriage, while they themselves were so hot that their clothes were washed.

"Who's in front? Get the hell out of here! "The soldiers at the front saw me and scolded me arrogantly." Believe it or not, I ended up with a sword! ”

This sudden intimidation made me tremble, I am not stupid, I know that I can't afford to provoke this pomp, so I hurriedly get out of the way.

"General, why bother to be so difficult for the little people." The voice that had just been chanting poetry came from the carriage again. "In this wilderness, if you can encounter it, it can be regarded as creation."

The procession slowly approached me, and I could finally get a glimpse of the great man, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe with long sleeves that hung directly under the carriage and a brown leather belt tied around his waist. A head of hair as long as flowing water, untied and untied behind him, is even more slender than a woman. A pair of magnificent eyes were deeply engraved on his face, and the eyes were unexpectedly flat.

At this time, he was holding a crystal clear jade pot in one hand and a silver bottle in the other, drinking by himself.

"Who is the one in front? Why don't you look like a person from the Central Plains? He asked me out of the blue, and I think he asked me because my modern outfit didn't fit in with them.

I didn't come to my senses for a while, and I didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at him directly.

"Presumptuous! What does His Royal Highness the King of Juancheng ask you? Don't say it yet! "The general at the head is really rude, and always orders me in a condescending tone.

I knew that this was the world in the painting, so I didn't care about these trivial things, but although he didn't speak well, he still revealed very useful information to me. King Juancheng, isn't that Cao Zhi?

After Cao Zhi failed to fight with Cao Pi for the king, he was sent to Juancheng by Cao Pi, which was the beginning of his tragic life, and his depression from then on was his true portrayal.

"General, stop blaming him, just let him speak slowly."

"His Royal Highness the King of Juancheng, Xiaomin's name is Liu Quan, I don't know if it's Your Highness, please spare my life." I leaned down to salute Cao Zhi. "His Royal Highness's poems and writings are ancient and modern, and they have been praised for thousands of years, and the small ones are full of reverence."

"Hahaha." Cao Zhi suddenly burst out laughing, and when he laughed, he didn't forget to drink the Yujin in the bottle. "It's funny, I can't see that you strangely dressed savage still know poetry. That's good, I'll test you, if you answer, I'll let you go, if you can't, I'll punish you for sloppy slapping! ”

I didn't expect Cao Zhi's personality to be so eccentric, if I didn't praise him, it was good, but when I praised him, he became angry.

"Your Highness forgives your sins, although the little one is humble, he does know a little bit about poetry." I am neither humble nor arrogant to say that the reason why I no longer grovel at this time is because I feel that blindly giving in may cause Cao Zhi's disgust.

"Good!" Cao Zhi clapped his hands and shouted. "Then you can recite a poem you have written, let me listen to it, and I will know whether it is true or false, whether it is true love or flattery!"

If I were really asked to write poetry, I would definitely not be able to hold up the wall, but he didn't know that I was a descendant who lived two thousand years away from his time, and that I knew far more poetry than he did.

Even if you have an innate advantage, then make good use of it, the first thing that comes to my mind is Guo Moruo's "Anti-Seven Step Poem". Everyone in the world knows that Cao Zhi's "Seven-Step Poem" is to write the torment of "萁" from the standpoint of "bean", which is excessive and ruthless. Guo Moruo believes that if we think from the perspective of "萁", "萁" has the spirit of fulfilling others and sacrificing oneself.

It's a perfect mirror image.

"Boiled beans burn beans, and beans are ripe and turned to ashes. The ripe man is on the table, and the ash is the fertilizer in the field. If you don't live from the same root, why are you willing to self-destruct? I recited it word by word, with emotion and generosity.