a little painter

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Luo Zhen's joking words came from behind, and Chu Hui subconsciously set his eyes on Liu Ziqing's figure, then shook his head again, am I confused? I have been dressing up as a man for a long time, and I have such a reaction to Ziqing The thought, it was terrible.

While denying herself in her heart, she walked towards Liu Ziqing: "Ziqing, I will go with Brother Luo to the Hualou Poetry Club, so you and your aunt don't wait for me to have dinner."

Liu Ziqing's expression was slightly restrained, looking at the defenseless Chu Hui, he felt powerless: "Brother Chu needs to remember what he said, don't be greedy"

"Okay, I will pay attention, don't worry," Chu Hui agreed, and suddenly became confused again, when did he say that,

How could she not remember it.

The Hualou Poetry Fair is also an elegant event in Jiuqu County. Every winter solstice, before and after the first snow, these scholars are invited to recite poems and paint together, talk and talk, and compete to give advice.

This has already become a big practice in Jiuqu County. Only since last year, this poetry meeting has been different from previous years. There must be a reason for the abnormality. This poetry meeting will give all the scholars in the nearby counties to the public. Attracted, even scholars without fame will come from thousands of miles.

The reason for this is all due to an old man who suddenly appeared in the poetry meeting last year. This old man is none other than the current Grand Tutor of the Holy Majesty, that is, the teacher of the Holy Majesty when he was still the crown prince.

His surname is Wu, and people call him "Taifu Wu". He is over fifty years old, and the throne has just been stabilized, so he excused himself from illness and returned to his hometown.

Although he is a former Taifu, everyone still respectfully calls him "Wu Taifu"

And this Taifu Wu is the purpose of Luo Zhen's trip, and it is also the reason why he has worked so hard to win Chu Hui over the past few days.

Taifu Wu quietly participated in last year's poetry meeting, and praised a scholar at that time, and then that scholar jumped into the dragon's gate.

He was actually recommended to the Royal Academy in the capital to prepare for the exam. What is the Royal Academy? It is full of officials' children, even relatives of the emperor.

Although Luo Zhen was not selected as a scholar last year, he was fortunate to participate in it as a student. At that time, he saw with his own eyes that Taifu Wu had no intention of it at the beginning. It was not until the scholar wrote a poem about peach blossoms. And I love peach blossoms very much.

Chapter 17

So when Luo Zhen heard Li Feng recite the poem of the little painter for the first time, he had such thoughts, and Chu Hui did not disappoint him, and later he became a brother and brother as a matter of course.

He didn't take Chu Hui to Hualou directly, but went back to Luo Mansion first, and the two of them delayed in the study for some time before rushing to the poetry meeting.

As the sun goes down, people who have worked outside are returning home one after another, but the depths of Willow Alley have just begun its splendid life.

Hualou, this is a place full of luxuries and luxury, a rare arty place, you can see scholars and young masters reciting poems and arguing against each other everywhere, and occasionally a few old scholars also participate in it.

After the dancers sang and danced on the stage, Tao Yuran came out with a harp in his arms. A bamboo wind song was tactful and melodious. The distant breeze passed through the bamboo forest, which changed the melody of the dancers on the stage just now, making the stage clear.

"Greetings to everyone sitting here. Today's theme is: Flowers, poems and paintings can all be shortlisted. There is a time limit for one stick of incense. Is this prize, as usual, a hundred taels of gold?" Glancing at Luo Zhen from the corner of the eye, the meaning in his eyes is self-evident, the theme of "flower" is what that person meant.

The rules of this poetry club are very simple. Write poems, lyrics, or paintings around the theme, choose the best, and the incense ash will fall, time flies, and finally selected by several old scholars, there are three finalists.

Linxian Zhu Xiucai's Begonia Flower Picture, Chu Hui's Peach Blossom Picture, and Li Feng's Peach Blossom Song.

Wu Taifu, who had been hidden in the crowd, finally appeared, dressed in gray cloth and wearing an ordinary felt hat. He was dressed like an old man who is usually seen on the street, but his demeanor could hardly conceal his extravagance, which was beyond the reach of others. .

He came up to the stage, stroked his beard lightly, and looked at them one by one, before speaking in anticipation of everyone.

"My humble opinion, in this picture of crabapple flowers, the branches bend in the wind, but the flowers are fine against the wind. Although they are delicate flowers, they dare to fight the wind. It has a very good meaning."

Zhu Xiucai cupped his hands and saluted, showing an attitude of humbly asking for advice.

Peach Blossom Song: The autumn wind rustled the leaves, the winter snow filled the trees and faded away, the green hills had no shadows and nowhere to go, and the green water did not flow to read the peach blossoms.

"What a green mountain without a shadow, where is the road, young people don't worry, what should come will always come, the emperor's grace is mighty, how could he hide his ambitions?"

Li Feng's face is full of complacency. He is not stupid, so he restrained himself in front of Luo Zhen. He had expected that Luo Zhen would get involved. This year's theme must be peach blossom, so this peach blossom song has been prepared One year, finally not in vain.

But before he could gain the great appreciation of others, Taifu Wu stopped in front of Chu Hui's painting, and repeatedly praised "good poems and good poems"

Li Feng walked over and recognized at a glance that this was the peach blossom poem he saw for the first time. The poem was still the same poem, but the painting was much better. He took a look at the ink stains that had dried up, and made up his mind: "Brother Chu, I haven't seen you for a long time. Brother Yu just saw that you didn't start painting, but just made these paintings in an instant. I'm ashamed of myself."

Hearing what Li Feng said, everyone realized that it was impossible to draw such a masterpiece in such a short period of time, and it was accompanied by such a good poem, so the eyes around them became more subtle.

Seeing Chu Hui's bewildered face, Luo Zhen stepped forward, "I'll tell you all, these paintings were made by my brother-in-law before he came here, and I like them very much, so I took them out to appreciate one or two."

"Then, this young master still has poetry and painting competitions." Tao Yuran also hurried out to make a rescue.

"That's right, if you can write a poem right away, this old man who is shortlisted will make a proposal to give you one." Wu Taifu regretted it, and looked forward to it. This poem won his heart. Although it is intentionally biased, it can't be too unfair. .

Chu Hui frowned and thought, she is not good at poetry, and she agreed to Luo Zhen because her specialty is painting: "Sorry, I can only paint, and poetry is fine, and besides, the "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" above is something I admire. It was made by Tang Bohu, a descendant of Tang Bohu, and the one who came down to compete is the painting"

"Very good, just look at these few paintings of yours. Although the brushwork is novel, the tiger painting is not an anti-dog. It is sleek and sophisticated. I think it is not a good work." Wu Taifu thought in his heart, what an ignorant Son, give you a chance and push back.

Chu Hui clenched her fists tightly. She knew that in ancient times, freehand brushwork was emphasized, and ink painting was the main focus. Chest tightness.

She didn't want to participate in any poetry meeting at first, and she really wanted to leave now, but just now, Chu Hui wanted to win the leader, because she has a hundred taels of gold, and her heart hurts.