"Please draw a 'peacock climbing map' for me," the old monk said modestly and kindly.

Emperor Jianwen looked at the old monk's kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his bearing was extraordinary, he couldn't help but feel good, and then looked at the piece of silver on the stone table, the weight was not light, if you save a little flower, it is enough for a person to live for half a year, and his gratitude to the old monk also arises spontaneously.

"Master, then it will be ugly, but because there is no other color, I can only draw a black peacock for the master", Emperor Jianwen said as he used his pen and ink to spread out the paper.

The old monk smiled slightly: "It's okay, think about Mrs. Li in the Tang Dynasty, sitting alone in front of the window on a moonlit night, seeing the bamboo branches and bamboo leaves outside the window, under the illumination of the moonlight, the shadow is reflected on the window paper, I think it is wonderful and abnormal, so I picked up the pen and traced it with ink on the window according to the bamboo shadow." At dawn the next day, Mrs. Li saw the bamboo painted with ink on the window paper, which had a unique charm, so there was 'ink bamboo', which was not ink color, everything has its own charm, and it is not related to color."

Emperor Jianwen likes to read since he was a child, and he is very respectful of the learned, when he was the emperor, there were also many great Confucian ministers around him, such as Fang Xiaoru and the like, so the old monk's words made him feel a little bit of a bosom friend, so in addition to the good impression of the old monk, there was a sense of intimacy.

When Emperor Jianwen entered the state of painting, he seemed to have temporarily forgotten his miserable situation and the qiē around him. The pen walks the dragon and snake, the brush is dotted, and a peacock with both form and spirit jumps on the paper.

When he was in the palace, the peacock was one of his favorite subjects, and he began to copy the true work of Song Huizong "Peacock Picture" from a very young age, and such a precious real work may only be seen in the palace.

The old monk took the painted peacock and looked at it carefully.

As an emperor, there is a unique condition for learning to paint, he has the opportunity to see and copy the authentic works of masters of all generations, which is very important for the mention of painting art, so in Chinese history, there are many emperors who painted very well. The most famous are, of course, the outstanding masters of painting, Song Huizong, Zhao Ji. In addition, Zhu Di's grandson, Emperor Xuandi Zhu Zhanji, is also a super-professional painting master. Even the last emperor, Pu Yi, when he was imprisoned in the Soviet Union in 1945, bribed Siberian guards with his own paintings.

Therefore, Emperor Jianwen's paintings are by no means comparable to ordinary painters. The old monk couldn't help but admire while watching. However, he didn't just want to appreciate Emperor Jianwen's painting skills, he was looking for the mysterious details in the painting, he observed carefully, and when he saw the detail he wanted to see, although he expected it in advance, when he really saw it, his heart couldn't help but shake strongly.

The old monk carefully put away the painting, at this time, he seemed to be very excited, but he tried his best to suppress it, and tried his best to say to Emperor Jianwen in a calm tone: "Brother Fa is really superb in painting, the price of this painting of yours is much higher than this ingot of silver, but I only have these on me, and I hope that Brother Fa can move with me to the temple."

When Emperor Jianwen heard this, he felt flattered, and hurriedly said: "Thank you master for your love, these are enough, and I am already grateful, so I won't go to your temple to disturb."

The old monk still smiled kindly and said: "Then I will be disrespectful, but my temple is very close, I think my brother is hungry, if you don't dislike the simplicity of the temple, you can follow the old man to the temple to have some fasting, and talk about it, how about it?" ”

Emperor Jianwen was really hungry and couldn't hold it anymore, seeing that the people around him were gathering more and more, they all looked curiously at the conversation between the old and the young, he was worried that if there was a secret agent of the imperial court, it would be bad. So he agreed to the old monk's invitation, beat his spirits, quickly cleaned up, and walked to the temple with the old monk parting the crowd.

The temple where the old monk was located was indeed not far away, and after turning two corners, it was on a half-hillside not far away. Emperor Jianwen followed behind the old monk and walked quickly, he was surprised to find that the old monk was so agile, and walked so fast, his breath was steady, and he didn't breathe at all, and he was young, walking at such a speed, he couldn't help but breathe.

The temple is not big, but it is very clean and tidy, there are only six or seven monks in it, when the old monk comes back, they all clasp their palms and give salutes, it turns out that the old monk is the abbot of this temple.

The old monk first asked people to hurry up to prepare a meal for Emperor Jianwen, because it was just after the afternoon, so there was a lot of leftover food made at noon, a little hot, and it was quickly served, and the old monk let Emperor Jianwen eat without restraint, so he and the other little monks temporarily retreated, and Emperor Jianwen stayed in the house alone.

This is the fullest, most fragrant, and most relaxing meal that Emperor Jianwen has eaten in his fugitive career. For some reason, this temple gave him an inexplicable sense of security.

Gobbling up, like a whirlwind, swept away the rice on the table, not even a grain of rice, no vegetable soup left. After eating, he wiped his mouth, burped, and felt endless emotion in his heart, he originally planned to learn from Qi Huan Gong and prepare to make a comeback, but when he saw his uncle Zhu Di, his ability to govern the country was obviously much stronger than himself, and the country was becoming more and more stable, and it seemed that the possibility of his reversal was getting smaller and smaller.

However, even if the country can be recaptured, what can it be? Human happiness may be a full meal when you are hungry, a sip of cold water when you are hungry and thirsty, and this is enough. He wants more and more to find a place where he can live this life peacefully, and he doesn't want to have to recapture the country and become an emperor again, he is fed up with this kind of day long and scared.

Just as he was thinking nonsense, he heard the old monk knocking on the door outside and asking, "Brother Fa, is there enough food to eat?" I'll serve you some more."

Emperor Jianwen came to his senses at this time, quickly got up and left his seat, and thanked him while opening the door, saying that he was already full, so he didn't need it.

After chatting a few words, the old monk said that there was a meditation room in the backyard for painting, and he wanted Emperor Jianwen to help him look at the painting. Of course, Emperor Jianwen agreed. So, Emperor Jianwen came to the backyard with the old monk.

This meditation room is located at the very back of the temple and is built on a high hillside on flat ground, and when you climb this hillside, you can see all the rooms of the temple. Outside the courtyard wall, there is a very high hillside, and this house can be regarded as having its back against the mountain.

Emperor Jianwen felt that such a terrain was very unusual, because as long as he stood at the door of the house, he could have a bird's-eye view of the entry and exit of everyone in the temple, which was the most favorable defensive terrain.

I went up several steps before entering the house, because my back was against the mountain, and only the light in front of me could penetrate more, so the room was a little dark.

After entering the house, Emperor Jianwen found that there were no little monks here, and even the old monks did it themselves. After sitting down, the old monk personally made a pot of fragrant tea for Emperor Jianwen, the old monk walked to the door, looked out, and then closed the door, suddenly turned around, walked a few steps to Emperor Jianwen, bowed to the end, and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive the old man for neglecting to punish the crime."

Emperor Jianwen was stunned by this sudden scene, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a snap and shattered. After a while, he came to his senses and stammered, "Master, are you kidding, here and there... What emperor is there".

At this time, the old monk knelt on the ground, he looked very calm, and he replied respectfully: "From the emperor's every move just now, I knew that the emperor must be a royal noble, because the old man also lived in a certain prince's house for a few years, knows the royal rules, understands the royal descendants, and has laws in every word and deed, and has cultivated it since childhood, and cannot change it lightly." Especially the "Peacock Ascending Map" painted by the emperor just now, I know that the emperor must be copying the authentic work of Song Huizong, because if this kind of painting is painted by ordinary people, it will be painted as the peacock's right foot is raised, because most people hold a pen in their right hand, so it is easier to paint. And only Song Huizong's painting "Peacock Ascending Picture" is the peacock's left foot raised first, because only Song Huizong observed that the peacock was raised first with his left foot when he ascended. ”

Emperor Jianwen was even more surprised after hearing this, he didn't know what the background of this old monk was, and he knew so much about all aspects of the royal family.

Emperor Jianwen still didn't want to believe it lightly, but said perfunctorily: "The master is really mistaken, I am just a village monk, what kind of emperor is it?" As for painting, folk masters gathered, not only Song Huizong had such attainments. ”

The old monk did not answer Emperor Jianwen's words, but continued according to his own train of thought: "The emperor doesn't have to worry, I have no intention of being unfavorable to the emperor, if there is really a big rebellion, I will not invite the emperor to the temple for hospitality, and I will report it directly to the official a long time ago." Forgive the offense, there is a black mole on the left side of the dragon's foot on the emperor's left, if you really are not, can you let the old man take a look."

After a long silence, Emperor Jianwen sighed and said: "Master, please get up, the master is really extraordinary, since I know through it, I have nothing to say, but now I am panicking like a lost dog, what kind of emperor is it."

After speaking, Emperor Jianwen cried infinitely sentimentally, and the cry became louder and louder, as if he was venting something, and the old monk also lay on the ground, accompanied by painful tears.

The two of them were in pain for a long time before they slowly stopped.

The old monk wiped his tears and said bitterly: "The anti-thief Zhu Di was ruthless, cut the corners of the mouth of Fang Xiaoru, the minister next to the emperor, and then tore it to the root of the ear, which was unbearable to see, all because Fang Xiaoru was finally the emperor, scolded the Yan thief for disobedience, Zhu Di was annoyed and angry, and arrested his clan protégé, and brought him to the front of each person, but Fang was indifferent at all and did not raise his head. Zhu Di actually listed Fang Xiaoru's friend and protégé as a clan, and together with the clan, they were combined into the 'Ten Clans', and a total of 873 people were all executed. Fang Xiaoru was executed by Ling Chi, and the first knife was to tear off the skin of his forehead and cover his eyes...... Oh, it's miserable."