There was a flute sound.

Time gradually returned to the bottom of the eye.

Chen Dongmei stopped at the foot of Jinnan Mountain, and the three people behind him also stopped.

As the neighing of the horses dissipated, Chen Dongmei listened to the faint sound of the flute more and more clearly.

The sound of the flute echoes continuously, graceful and elegant like a spring breeze, and as clear and melodious as the stream flowing by the foot of the mountain.

"The sparse branches are thin and thin, and the small calyx is pearlescent.

One flower changes suddenly, and all flowers are fragrant.

If you want to spread the spring message, you are not afraid of being buried in the snow.

The jade flute is resting three lanes, and Dongjun is advocating. ”

She whispered verses, but not any tenderness.

His long hair was coiled up, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The remaining three quickly drew their scimitars and pointed straight at the front of the mountain.

Chen Dongmei's front foot jumped back and forth next month, which was already a warning. She stared closely at the mountains and fields in front of her, and what seemed to be ordinary seemed to be a dark tide surging. Where the sun sets, shadows flicker.

The flute still sounds, but it never stops.

"Horse bandits?" One asked tentatively. When they had previously gone south to Jiangzhou, they had been attacked by horse bandits. And between the invasions, there was a pipa sound that echoed in the four fields, but at this time it was the sound of a flute.

She shook her head, it shouldn't be a horse bandit. Jinnan Mountain in the south of Jiangcheng will not have horse bandits rampant no matter what, just because the person on the mountain is ......

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped.

But I heard a voice:

"Long time no see, Sister Dongmei."

……

Many people hold the painting scroll and go to the gate of a house one after another, and above the gate of the house there are four gold-inlaid characters of "Taifang Painting Workshop", which shows the extraordinary place of the house.

"I heard that painters from all over Jiangzhou rushed over with their own paintings, isn't it a special time today?"

"Don't you know? Wang Xu, a famous painter from Kyoto, came to Jiangcheng with his paintings, and wanted to hold a painting appreciation party here. Those painters brought paintings to let him palm his eyes, so that he could be recommended and earn a reputation. ”

"I heard that many talented people in Jiangcheng also took advantage of this opportunity to come here."

"Not only the talents of Jiangcheng, but also the young talents of the entire Jiangzhou are here! It's not for the richest man in Jiangcheng, Miss Cai of the Cai family, to attend this flower viewing party! This Miss Cai is as beautiful as a fairy, she is out of the cabinet at the right age, and she has this family background, so why not take advantage of this opportunity to ......"

"Could it be that this painting appreciation meeting is the reason why Cai Fu is looking for a fast son-in-law of Chenglong?"

Yang Xi and Qiu Qian'er listened to the discussion of the people around them in the crowd, it was rare that the school would not have classes today, so they took this opportunity to come here to enjoy the painting and have a good time, Yang Wang was naturally pulled up, and followed them silently at this moment.

He looked at this Taifang painting workshop, entered the gate, is the antique courtyard, the courtyard is connected with five corridors, the corridor is hung with paintings, visitors while walking while appreciating and commenting, full of interest. Yang forgot to hear someone say that these five corridors all lead to one road, so Yang Xi and the others casually entered the middle of the five corridors.

The promenade is made of thick mahogany, covered with green tiles, and outside the corridor is lush grass and blooming purple-brown flowers. Even though there are many people on the porch, you can still smell a charming fragrance wafting in.

"This flower is called Purple Cloud Flower, and it bears flowers in late winter and close to spring. This flower is unique, delicate and dazzling, and colorful. It can be seen everywhere in Jiangzhou. ”

A passer-by explained to a friend next to him.

Yang Forget frowned.

Swing saw a whole purple cloud flower falling from the wood branch in the wind, and she immediately stood still.

She closed her eyes as if she had made a wish, and she was muttering something in her mouth.

Yang Xi looked at her strangely, and when Swing opened her eyes and let go of her hand, she saw a whole purple cloud flower falling steadily among the grass and soil, so she hurriedly said to Yang Xi: "Yang Xi, you also make a wish, it is said that when the purple cloud flower falls, the wish will come true!" ”

Yang Xi answered, then clasped his palms and made a wish.

The girl was right, the reason why the purple cloud flower is a purple cloud flower is because when it falls, a petal will not scatter, and it will fall steadily to the ground, as if purple clouds on the horizon grow out of the soil. What's even more strange is that the purple cloud flower will not die immediately when it falls to the ground, but will always survive the spring, summer, and autumn seasons, and will only die in the cold winter wax moon when it snows. There is a nursery rhyme that has been circulated since ancient times, and it is said like this. The friend next to the man opened his mouth and recited: "The purple cloud flowers bloom in the spring, the spring goes to the winter and does not come back, the thought falls and the thought withers, and the acquiescence wishes come true." ”

"It's a pity that the flowers didn't wither." Someone sighed.

If the flowers wither, the wishes of the two of them may be granted.

But after all, it is a legend, and it is unlikely to come true.

Swing scratched her head, didn't think much about it, just felt a little pity.

Yang Xi smiled at her and pulled her forward with the flow of people.

Only Yang Forget saw that one of the two purple-brown purple cloud flowers that fell on the ground seemed to be slightly spreading and gradually yellowing. But when he blinked, the breeze came, but the flowers disappeared.

He thought to himself, "Maybe I'm wrong."

Yang Wang followed behind Yang Xi and Swing, and walked forward in the crowd, out of the corridor, which was a wide square in the shape of a circle, with an attic in the north of the square, and a high platform in front of the attic, that is, in the center of the square.

The people behind him kept pouring in, and the exits of the other four corridors were also distributed around the square, and many people came in, some looking at the famous paintings hanging on the walls at the edge of the circular square, but more people looked at the center of the circular square.

There was a person standing on the high platform, wearing a plain suit, with his hands behind his back, looking at the people in the audience and saying: "I, Wang Xu, came to Jiangzhou at the invitation of the Cai family this time, and I am really grateful to be able to hold a painting appreciation party in this Taifang Painting Workshop!" In the next year, it is difficult to understand the clumsiness, so I took some paintings from the past and pasted them on the walls to give the big guy an eye. Of course, I also took this opportunity to recruit a few painters who are proficient in painting theory for the Taifang Painting Workshop. Therefore, although it is called a painting appreciation meeting today, it is actually a competition to select excellent artists to enter the workshop. ”

"I have admired Master Wang for a long time, can the master paint a painting for us on the stage, so that we can all open our eyes!"

"Yes, Master Wang's painting skills in Kyoto are exquisite, I have never seen them, even some of the paintings of the past are old brushes, it is better to show your hand in public at this moment!"

"Yes! Pole to the pole! ”

The people under the high stage all hoped that Wang Xu could make a painting on the spot, and more and more people were coaxing.

"Okay, okay." Wang Xu agreed to everyone with a smile on his face, he couldn't ask for it, and he had the opportunity to show his painting skills in front of everyone.

There was a painting table beside him, so he walked around to the painting table, picked up a roll of drawing paper on the table, and hung it on the display board on the high platform. Wang Xu lifted the pen again, dipped it in ink, and drew with the pen, he drew quickly without a pause, as if he was exploring the bag and taking things with ease, and a little ink seemed to bloom spiritually on the paper.

There was already an exclamation under the high stage, and someone said: "The pen is dipped into shape, and the technique is fast and not chaotic!" ”

"It's really like a wonderful brush, the palace is only one pillar to show the whole picture, and the golden lin in front of the palace is lifelike, as if it wants to rush out of the painting!"

"It's just breathtaking! A master deserves to be a master! ”

Qiu Qian'er recognized it at a glance from a distance, Wang Xu's painting was nothing else, it was his own collection of "Night Scene of Taihang Palace".

She looked at the fairy-like woman painted by Wang Xu, although there was something like it, but she was extremely sure in her heart that Wang Xu was by no means the one who could paint "Night Scene of Taihang Palace".

She took Yang Xi's hand, Yang Xi looked at her, and she whispered to the person next to her: "Yang Xi, what that person painted is not a real painting, can you help me tear that painting into pieces?" ”

"How can this be? Not to mention how the painting by the people on the stage could be fake, that is, I stepped forward and tore up the painting. Yang Xi whispered close to the swing's ear: "So many people admire the painter on the high platform so much, but they still have to send us all to the official mansion?" ”

"It's clearly a fake! I've seen real paintings, Yang Xi, the paintings made by that person must be fake, even if you go to the official mansion, it is also fake! Swing said very firmly, she held Yang Xi's hand tightly, hoping that she could help herself.

Yang Xi looked at the swing's eyes for a moment, nodded at the end, and promised her: "Okay, I'm a heroine who personally came to send a big plaque for Tianxingdao, and I'm not afraid of anything if they sue the government!" ”

In the midst of the applause of the audience, Wang Xu wiped the sweat on his forehead, put down his pen, and let go. A "Night View of Taihang Palace" is displayed in front of everyone like a starlight.

At this moment, Yang Xi suddenly stepped into the air from above the crowd, and took advantage of Wang Xu's future time to react, and quickly tore the painting on the display board in half. Wang Xu was immediately taken aback, and hurriedly rushed forward to grab Yang Xi's hand, he shouted angrily: "Dead girl, aren't you crazy?!" ”

"Isn't that the heroine Miss Yang who saved the baby at the hands of the baby thief?"

"Isn't this Yang Woman!" Someone from the audience exclaimed.

"Why did Miss Yang come on stage to tear up the painting made by Master Wang? Does a woman have a reason to mess around? There are also some people who don't understand why Yang Xi tore up Master Wang's painting.

"Your drawing is fake." Yang Xi's voice was as light as a mosquito, and no one made her know why the painting was fake and lacked some confidence, but she believed in Swing.

Wang Xu laughed in public, and he shouted to everyone: "Under the blue sky and white sun, so many people can look at the "Night Scene of Taihang Palace" that I will paint one by one, you say that I am a fake painting? Could it be that you really think that the "Night View of Taihang Palace" circulated by the people is from the hands of others? ”

As soon as he said this, the people in the audience talked a lot, and it turned out that the god painting that was circulated among the people back then was indeed made by Master Wang.

"Not really!" Qiu Qian'er shouted helplessly in the crowd, and everyone looked at her, she said: "Although what you just painted is your own painting, it is fake, the woman in "Night View of Taihang Palace" should have a look of longing in her eyes, but you didn't paint it, just a pair of ordinary eyes. ”

"It's so ridiculous, you can still see that you miss it with your drawn eyes? Don't say I can't draw, who in the world can draw a pair of eyes with longing with a bamboo ink pen? Wang Xu shouted, he pulled Yang Xi and shouted at the two of them: "You two destroy my painting in public, if you don't pay compensation, I will take you to the official mansion!" ”

"That's right! ruined the painting that Master Wang had made with great difficulty, and if he did not compensate, he would send it to the government! ”

"Send it to the government!"

"Send it to the government!"

Many people should accuse the two of them with Wang Xu.

"Don't be noisy!" A man stood by the wall of the square and shouted to everyone, he held a folding fan, stepped on the breeze from the wall and fell to the side of Swinger, he protected Swinger, and said to everyone: "People are just girls, how can you be so unreasonable?" How could the girl's family admit the wrong painting for no reason? Whether the painting is real or fake, it has been torn up, and it has no effect to send it to the government. In this case, how about I, Zheng Can, pay the master of the king with three hundred taels of silver? ”