Huayang clenched his fists unwillingly, put away the sword in the umbrella, and disappeared into the night in a few steps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Qian'er, will you let her go like this?" Nan Chao patted the dust on his body and said anxiously, "You also saw the trick that the woman performed just now to hide from the sky and cross the sea, Huayang, the daughter of the dragon, is a divine beast in the East." ”

"She should have been forcibly drugged by Yan Lingshang to control her mind, and she was stung by Shan Yi before, otherwise with her cultivation, she wouldn't be easily subdued by me, and I don't have the heart to bully a little girl. ”

"Little girl, she can be your grandmother at that age. Nan Chao blurted out, and suddenly thought that Mo Xuan was also more than two hundred years old, so he shut up.

"The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and then we will talk about it, we are here to gamble on the stone, and this time Xiaoyaolou has prepared good things." ”

"Alas, the emperor is not in a hurry, what am I in a hurry. Seeing that Qianze was not worried at all, Nanchao sighed.

The Najin Pavilion of Xiaoyao Lou was already empty, and Murong Feng sent a letter to him about Qianze's meaning according to what Jiuxiao said.

The person sent by Jiuxiao to receive the letter had already gone to a quaint umbrella shop in the north corner of Sijun City, and Murong Feng personally went to the umbrella shop to wait.

The shop is small, but it is very elegant, and the room is lit with a faint scent of bamboo. The boss was sitting on a stool in the corner, polishing the handle of the new umbrella with gravel, which had not yet been made, but only twenty-four bones, which were made from the leg bones of an egret, and the white bones occasionally stained with blood.

The old man had never seen Murong Gongzi, he only thought that he was a guest who came to choose the umbrella noodles, and he didn't speak, and was busy with the work in his hands.

Murong Feng looked at the four walls, there were many paper umbrellas hanging on the walls, the umbrella surface had different patterns, landscapes, flowers and birds, ink and light colors, most of them were imitations of famous artists, but there were also a few pieces, which were really from the hands of contemporary masters.

Murong Feng is especially good at calligraphy, and he usually likes to study the works of famous artists, and if he has a bosom friend to appreciate it together, Murong Feng naturally said a few more words.

Suddenly looked up and saw a peony umbrella hanging in the center of the wall, with a few lines of ink on it, although it was beautiful and light, but in Murong Feng's eyes, the brushstrokes were still green, it was difficult to get on the stage, and he couldn't bear to say it in person, so he had to ask around the corner, so he secretly slandered this self-righteous calligrapher.

"This ink treasure pen is acceptable, I don't know who made it. ”

"Childe has good eyesight, this is a good piece that has been treasured for several years. The old man put down the handle of the umbrella bone in his hand, stroked his beard, and said with a little show off in his tone.

This word comes from the hand of the young master Murong Gongzi, the young master of Xiaoyao is talented, the pen is outstanding, and the old man spent a lot of money to get it. ”

Everyone in the world knows that the two gentlemen of Xuanjing, Qingluan Shao's main painting, Xiaoyao's young master's book, Jiuxiao's Danqing Wanjin is hard to find, and Murong Feng's ink treasure is also rare and hard to find.

“...”

Murong Feng secretly swallowed his saliva, "Why did I say it's so familiar..."

Only then did I vaguely remember that when I was young, in order to please the little sisters in the Xiaoyao Pavilion, I casually painted a camellia, but I didn't expect that after so many years, this painting was actually circulated, and it was also extended to the umbrella surface, Murong Feng was embarrassed, and the embarrassment was thrown on the umbrella surface.

"Boss, do you think this umbrella can be sold to Zaixia?" Murong Feng pleaded. He didn't want his unbearable history to circulate among the people.

The old man shook his head and didn't sell it, "No, this umbrella was taken by a girl this morning, and the deposit was paid, how can the old man break his promise?"

As she spoke, the girl arrived.

"Boss, is the slave's umbrella ready?" A charming female voice came from outside the door, Murong Feng turned his head, and a charming and slender beauty walked into the umbrella shop, the woman's legs were bare/exposed, and there was a delicate peony tattooed on it, and a gorgeous peony was tattooed on her delicate face.

"This is the girl who ordered the umbrella?" Murong Feng asked the boss, then turned to the beauty, and smiled politely, "It's good for the girl to give me this umbrella, if the girl doesn't dislike it, you can rewrite it for the girl in the future." ”

Huayang was stunned for a moment, suddenly widened his eyes, pursed his lips with disdain, and sneered, "That's naturally disgusting." ”

"This is the true work of Murong Gongzi, how can an unknown person like you compare to Murong Gongzi?"

"I..." Murong Feng was speechless, so he had to give in, "That girl makes a price, and I will buy it." ”

Hua Yang smiled and opened his white palm, "Five thousand gold?"

Count you ruthless.

Murong Feng had nothing to say, "... Take it from the umbrella-faced girl. ”

When Murong Feng handed over the letter to the messenger sent by Jiuxiao, he found that the girl had not left yet, and was sitting on the chair and dozing off.

The peony on the cheeks is delicate, the eyelids are painted with a touch of apricot red, the eye sockets are deep, and the long eyelashes are slightly curled, which is more exotic than the Central Plains woman.

The owner of the umbrella shop has embedded the peony on the umbrella bone of the egret, but he has been looking at it for a long time, and he has not been able to get tung oil.

Murong Feng was curious and asked carefully, and realized that this peony was originally everyone's essay, which made the umbrella a little empty, but he didn't know how to fill the gap.

Murong Feng took a sip of the pen stand, took the paper umbrella, dipped it in ink, and a few lines of small words jumped on the paper.

This year, I am in a hurry to flowers, and I seem to have hatred and sorrow when I meet. Singing for a long time, on the moss, spinning to see the fall.

This is a flower poem by Zhou Bangyan, the pen is elegant and handsome, and it is very smart.

The owner of the umbrella shop looked at a few lines of books, stood up in shock, his hands holding the umbrella trembled, and he raised his head to look at Murong Feng in surprise.

Murong Feng had already put it down and said, "This umbrella is named 'Flower Criminal', and Quan Zuo is a gift to this girl to thank her for appreciation." ”

After Murong Feng left, the owner of the umbrella shop hurriedly wrote down these few lines, almost crying with excitement.

Huayang was awakened by the old man's sigh, rubbed his sleepy eyes and stepped forward, picked up the finished umbrella and looked at it, and suddenly pursed his lips and said angrily, "Who is scribbling on the slave umbrella! I hate it to death, Murong Gongzi's ink treasure is so rare, the slave family has to cut that kid!"

It can be seen that Huayang doesn't know calligraphy, but simply admires Murong Gongzi.

"Girl, do you know that the elegant son just now is the young master Murong Feng?"

Huayang's expression froze, and he looked around, the previous son had already left.

"The old decay is not blessed to treasure, the girl has a fate with it, and she will cherish it from now on, this umbrella is called the flower prisoner, and it is the name given by Murong Gongzi himself. ”

"Flower criminal...," Hua Yang muttered, his fingertips stroking the already dry ink.

The next day, in front of the Xiaoyao Building, there were many rich and noble cars and horses sitting in sedan chairs, and the spring dawn gambled on the stone, and the guests arrived as scheduled.

This gambling stone caused a sensation in the entire ruins, because this time Xiaoyaolou took out the treasure of the town pavilion, the famous sword and cherry blossom, as the signboard of the finale.

There was a gold paint car parked in front of the door, auspicious clouds and splendid scenery, which caused the onlookers to look sideways, but the one inside was a real wealthy daughter. (To be continued.) )