He Hongcai looked at the candidates in front of him in a daze, the moonlight was bright and sprinkled through the window, and the lights in the room were bright, but it was unusually quiet, and a small and inaudible sound finally reached He Hongcai's ears. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then Jin Wen began to laugh out loud, and several candidates next to him also laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" He Hongcai was puzzled, he looked at the staff outside him, but he didn't get an answer.

Jin Zhiwen put away his laughter, and then said loudly: "Our senior official, what are you still pretending to be drunk?"

When Jiang He heard this, he finally knew that he couldn't pretend to be drunk anymore, so he could only sit up in a daze, then scratched his nose and said, "Oh, Fang Cai is really drunk, really drunk." ”

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He Hongcai also laughed, his long beard couldn't stop floating up with his trembling chin, his crimson cheeks were full of smiles, he laughed for a long time before he slowed down and looked at Jiang He.

Jiang He was a little embarrassed, and then picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "Xiaosheng is not strong enough to drink, don't be surprised by adults." ”

Who knew that He Hongcai waved his hand, then held his beard and said: "Alas, no, no, Fang Cai Jinwen's words will make you wake up, you are simply pretending to be drunk, quickly, punish yourself with three cups." ”

Jiang He was stunned when he heard this, and said with a sad face: "I can't drink enough, otherwise I don't need to pretend, Lord He, I will punish myself with a glass." ”

Jiang He raised his neck, and then after sharing a drink with He Hongcai, Jiang He's eyes were already confused, and he shook his head and danced in his seat.

He Hongcai is also a happy person, seeing the appearance of the river and laughing again, and then he said loudly to everyone: "My generation of scholars, we must use the pen as a knife, criticize the pen, write to save the world, raise my arrogance, this table of wine is drunk!"

Jiang He's eyes narrowed slightly, watching the candle flame like the red moon beating, listening to the bold words of the scholars, and hiccuping.

Since he came to this world, he has not been as happy as he is today.

How do you say that? Life must be full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon?

Or persuade the gentleman not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the gentleman to cherish his youth?

Yes, after all, it's just a group of young people, even if the wind and waves outside are like themselves and they live their own drunken days and nights in this wine glass?

He Hongcai is also an elegant person, drank the wine in the cup, and sang poems loudly.

Now I remember Jiang Nanle, when I was young and thin. ”

"Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves. ”

"Cuiping gold bends, drunk into the flowers. ”

"This time I saw the flowers and branches, and I swore that I would not return. ”

"Good!" Jiang He praised loudly with his wine glass.

He Hongcai's face was full of red light, he looked at Jiang He with a wine glass, and then said, "Why don't Jiang talents recite a song too?"

Jiang He hurriedly shrunk his neck, then waved his hands straight and said: "Hey, I am willing to admit defeat when composing poems, you can let me go, I will punish myself with a glass of wine." ”

Indeed, it is easier to let the river have a classical poem of the southern country at your fingertips than to let the river swim in the moat outside the city.

If you insist on reciting a poem, Jiang He can also say two sentences like this: "I have seen too many truths in this life/Now I can stand on the side of fiction/Say a rough outline of everything/Say a little bit of righteousness like a prophet..."

He wasn't sure that the people of the Southern Kingdom would be able to understand and appreciate these modern lines of his poetry, after all, it was the 175th year of the Southern Dynasty calendar...

He Hongcai saw Jiang He drink another cup, stroked his beard with satisfaction, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Jiang He: "By the way, Jiang Dacai, I seem to have heard that your painting is good?"

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Hmm, who did you say?"

Jiang He remembered that after he came to Kyoto City, he painted a total of six paintings, one for Hu Xiaoliu, two for Wu Xiaobei, one for the stranger, one for Chi Duxue, and one for Chi Duxue, and one small sheet is now hanging in his yard.

He Hongcai suddenly laughed when he heard this, and then pointed to Jiang He haha and said: "I heard a certain master say that there is a portrait of a beautiful woman hanging in the incense cave, with profound pen power and sophisticated skills, and the painter is named Jiang He, I just heard you say this, there is no doubt that Jiang Dacai is a person, am I right?"

Jiang He smiled slightly, thinking that Chi Duxue actually hung up his painting.

In fact, it's no wonder that Miss Xue'er, that night Jianghe and the others left, the little girl was very happy, so she held the painting in her hand and slowly admired it, which caused the envy of all the girls, so everyone strongly asked to hang the painting in the Tianzi hall, and she could not hide it alone.

In the end, the beautiful picture of the river was always appreciated by the dignitaries and nobles who went to the Xiangdong Tianzi Hall, and over time, some people who knew how to paint had the heart of collecting, of course, in the end, under the stubborn refusal of Chi Duxue, this painting was never sold.

So in the calligraphy and painting circle in this Kyoto city, there was a painter named Jianghe, but there is more than one named Jianghe in this huge Kyoto, so everyone only thinks it is a myth and legend in the market, and it has been circulating.

And the "Drunken Beauty" has gradually become a peculiar signboard in the Xiangxiang Cave, and many painters have gone from admiration, and in the end they are all praised again and again, and they hate to see each other late.

However, Jiang He did not know all this.

He Hongcai himself only remembered this incident by chance, he was drunk that night, the only adult he remembered was in love with the painting on the wall, and in the end he was almost angry because he didn't buy the painting, and he also remembered that the adult had always remembered the name of the painter. And now the first student in front of him happens to be famous Jianghe, which is not difficult to reminisce.

Who knew that I really ran into this legendary artist by mistake!

He Hongcai's eyes lit up, he stood up from his seat, and then pulled Jiang He and said, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you are the legendary painter, Jiang Dacai is an extraordinary person!"

Jiang He's hand was grabbed by him and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Legendary artist? Talking about me? Isn't this adult drunk?

He Hongcai also ignored the puzzled look on Jiang He's face, and said in a soft voice: "Master Jiang, can you paint a picture for me now?"

Jiang He was stunned, and the candidates beside him were even more stunned, thinking to themselves which play is this?

It's true that Jiang He was born on the first grade, but they haven't heard of when Kyoto City produced a great painter named Jiang He...

Jiang He looked at He Hongcai's nervous and expectant expression, and was about to nod, when suddenly a voice came from behind.

"He Hongcai, you are shameless, don't want to trick Mr. Jiang into painting for you for free!"

The candidates were stunned like wooden chickens, following the sound and looking over there.... Which master dares to say that Lord He is shameless?

A thin old man walked from outside the door, his face was wrinkled like a knife, he was wearing a coarse cloth clothes, his white hair was as tight and orderly as silver threads, and he felt that this old man was like an unborn immortal.

He Hongcai also turned his head, and looked at the expression on the face of the outsider who suddenly changed instantly, and he arched his hand with a somewhat ugly smile: "Master Fu..... Why are you here?"

Suddenly, someone recognized the old man and called out in a low voice: "Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites!"

Jiang He was stunned when he heard this, and the secretary of the Ministry of Rites was safe?

Fu Anran smiled coldly, and then said to He Hongcai: "What's the matter, you don't want to see me here?

He Hongcai smiled bitterly when he heard this, thinking that this old ghost Fu would not come sooner or later, so he would intervene when Jiang He was about to promise himself.

But he didn't dare to show it, you must know that Fu Anran has been in the government of Kyoto for many years, and he is sitting in the position of the Ministry of Rites, and he, the official of the Ministry of Rites, happens to be under his control, how can he dare to do anything with him?

But fortunately, Fu Anran is easy-going and elegant, so his temper is not weird, and He Hongcai dared to show a little bitter expression.

"Master Fu, let's come first and come first, even if we can't invite Jiang Da painter to paint for free, then I'll buy it first..."

Fu Anran didn't seem to hear He Hongcai's bitter water, so he walked straight over and arched his hand at Jiang He and said, "Mr. Jiang, the painting in the Xiangxiang Cave was really made by you?"

Jiang He hadn't recovered from Fang Cai's troubles, he listened to Fu Anran's inquiring words, and then finally came back to his senses.

He hurriedly greeted him and said, "I painted it." ”

Fu Anran raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he was looking at a thousand taels of gold, full of joy, of course, as Lord Fu, the golden thousand taels might not be able to shock him so much.

"What a genius out of a young man..."Fu Anran muttered softly, looking at Jiang He's eyes full of amazement.

He Hongcai hung his hands behind Fu Anran, thinking to himself what he had done so loudly first, if he wasn't so loud, he wouldn't have provoked this Fu Anran, he must have gotten a work of Jiang He now, he can't regret it now, but he can only do it in a hurry later.

Jiang He arched his hand and said humbly: "Master Fu has won the award." ”

Although he didn't fully understand what was going on, the other party's praise for him seemed to be sincere, so Jiang He needed to be humble and humble.

Of course, this modesty fell in Fu Anran's eyes, which was naturally a manifestation of Jiang He's arrogance without serving talents, so he was even more satisfied.

And the students in the middle of the field are even more demented.... Master Fu praised Jiang He as a genius? How many years has this not happened?

Master Fu, who has always been strict with people and cherishes words like gold, issued such a high level of praise? And was Master Fu the same Mr. Jiang who shouted Jiang He just now?

Mr??

Oh... I'm not drunk.

Fu Anran looked at Jiang He with a smile, and after a while, he said leisurely: "Mr. Jiang, I wonder if you have a painting by Yaxing, how about you set the price?"

Jiang He was stunned... I'll decide?

He Hongcai, who was behind Fu Anran, also suddenly said loudly: "I also want one, Mr. Jiang, I also want a painting!"

Hiss....

The candidates took a sharp breath.

Two adults rushed to let Jiang He paint? Who the hell is this Jiang He?!

Of course, the most shocking thing was Jiang He himself, he really didn't understand, but as soon as he looked up, he could see that the two respected adults were looking at him with "expectation" on their faces...

Jiang He felt that he wanted to drink a pot of wine to slow down.... He grabbed the flask on the table, and then said, "Since the two adults like Jiang someone's painting so much, then Jiang someone will be a little ignorant if he retreats. ”

He picked up the flask and drank it in one gulp, and then took advantage of the spiciness in his throat and the unfinished wine in his mind, and shouted aloud with a smile: "Paper and ink!"

Fu Anran smiled with a smile on his face, and the wrinkles on the tip of his eyebrows stretched out.

He Hongcai was so excited that he looked at Jiang He excitedly.

Candidates...

A pot of wine was drunk, but Jiang He still felt that the wine was not strong enough, and he felt that Fang Cai's spirit of hearing poetry and howling was a little weak, and he needed to stimulate it again.

This drunken experience really makes people feel like walking in a fairyland, Jiang He looked at the bright moon outside the window, and thought to himself, maybe it's not a bad thing to get drunk once?

So Jiang He took another pot of wine, took the brush handed by the guy, and smiled brightly at the two in front of him.

A pot of wine, a pen and paper, Jiang He's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt that he was like sitting on the end of the moon, soaring into the world. And the brush in the hand is like a cloud, fluttering and swaying naturally, fluttering and sprinkling makes people feel heroic.

There is a moon in the painting, there are people under the moon, people knock on the door, and there is a moon shadow on the door.

Exactly: the bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon.

With a few brushstrokes, it outlines an indifferent appearance, but it is so charming.

Jiang He opened his hazy eyes, looked at his first painting, and was quite satisfied, then moved to the second piece of paper in two steps, raised the pen and drew again.

A flower blooms, a moon rises, and there seems to be a person under the moon among the flowers.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

By the way, there is also a toast to invite Mingyue, and the drink becomes a trio.

Jiang He was about to paint, but a sleepiness suddenly hit, Jiang He tried to open his misty eyes, and yawned a big way.

Sleepiness overshadowed Jiang He's mind, as if a curtain had been drawn.

Jiang He suddenly didn't want to paint, he turned his head and smiled at He Hongcai, and then he dropped the pen and fell to the ground.... Fell asleep.

"Asleep?!" Fu Anran listened to the thunderous snoring of the river, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

He Hongcai also relieved himself, Jiang He's first painting shocked him too much, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that such a painting was really painted by Jiang He himself.

And when he was immersed in the loneliness of drinking among the flowers, suddenly this artistic conception came to an abrupt end, and then he saw the river that fell to the ground.

"What's going on? Are geniuses so casual? Say you fall asleep when you fall asleep?!"

He Hongcai said in a stunned voice, and suddenly he found that Fu Anran was rolling up the first painting of the river, he rushed over and shouted loudly: "Boss Fu, you are not kind, this painting is mine!"

Fu Anran grabbed the painting in his hand and said proudly: "You fart, Mr. Jiang promised me first, yours is that one!"

As he spoke, Fu Anran pointed to the painting that Jiang He had not finished painting.

He Hongcai almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood, he looked at Fu Anran who had already tightened the painting in his arms, and thought to himself, why was he always half a beat slow, and he couldn't even grab an old man.

He looked at the painting on the table, which was only two-thirds completed, and then at the river lying on the ground snoring like thunder, and hung his hands for a moment. But even so, he quickly put the painting away, regardless of whether the ink was dry or not.

Then the two old foxes looked at each other with jealousy, for fear of losing the treasure in their arms, and finally Fu Anran snorted coldly and said: "You'd better send our Jiang Da painter back to the house, maybe I'll wake up and be in a good mood to send you a painting." ”

"I don't need you to remind you. You'd better keep your painting hidden, I can't guarantee that you'll be holding it in your hands in three days' time. ”

"Heh... I'd like to see who dares to snatch something from someone's hands. It's your little squire who carefully hid it. ”

"You... Boss Fu, you're not kind!"

"Hey, if I were kind, others wouldn't call me Old Ghost Fu. ”

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After a long time, the two finally stopped arguing and looked at each other quietly.

The whole room was quietly audible, except for the thunderous snoring of the river...

After a long time, Boss Fu sighed leisurely: "It's really terrifying." ”

He Hongcai was stunned and said: "Before entering the prosperous realm, how can it be possible to paint such a magnificent work..."

"Maybe after tomorrow, the world will know about these two paintings in your hands and me, and the irresponsible painter hasn't named it yet. ”

Fu Anran smiled slightly, and then said, "It's okay, it's called "Wine". ”

He Hongcai was stunned for a moment, looked at the river on the ground and said, "Will Mr. Jiang be unhappy?"

Fu Anran smiled mysteriously and said, "I guess not." ”

"Maybe another story of Luoyang paper is about to be staged. ”

"Old fox. He Hongcai muttered, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was undoubtedly expressed.

Fu Anran smiled when he heard this, and arched his hand and said, "False praise." ”

A piece of moonlight sprinkled in again, Jiang He muttered, turned over and continued to sleep....