a little painter

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Song Chen quickly replied: "Don't worry, Mr. Wu, I came this time because of His Majesty's intention. It is not appropriate for anyone in the court to come forward, and now I can only count on you, who is outside the court, to grow old."

"Forget it, what do you want me to do"

"In a few days' time, on New Year's Eve, the Holy Majesty will invite all the ministers to a banquet. At that time, those few people will also return to the court, so..." Needless to say, I don't know when it will be delayed. Now is the best time.

Taifu Wu stroked his beard and glanced at the sky outside the door. The boy should be on his way, and his heart suddenly moved: "Although the old man is grateful for the grace of the saint, this old bone can't stand the toss, so let my unfilial Apprentices do it for me."

Song Chen was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his expression turned suspicious: "Old Wu, although you have been in love with the saint for so many years, it is really difficult for you to face the saint as a disciple, let alone appear at the New Year's Eve banquet, so don't make things difficult for me waited"

Taifu Wu was not in a hurry to explain, instead he said in a stern way: "The old man is not confused enough to let that boy face the saint rashly, but it is really difficult to run around and work hard. It's just that my apprentice is the most suitable for this matter."

"Ms. Song is dull, and I hope Mr. Wu will advise me"

"The old man stays at home all the time, thinking about the court all the time, and he is especially concerned about the Holy Majesty. However, he is so sick that he can't lift a sword, and he can't hold a wolf's hair. Fortunately, he has a good disciple. Barely able to ghostwrite"

After all, I looked at Mr. Song, the servant of Song, who still didn't understand. The veins on his forehead were jumping. They were all elm. Thinking of his famous name in his life, no matter how impressive he was, everyone looked the same. Thinking of this, the self-proclaimed wise Taifu Wu Unhappily said: "My unworthy apprentice is good at painting"

That's right, when Liu Shangshu was in trouble because of a painting, it might be a good idea to use the painting as a breakthrough, but how good is the painting skills of the Taifu's disciples in the rumors, can he really take on this big task, Song Chen can't help but hesitate , but the Tai Tuo didn't cooperate, so this is the only way to do it for now.

Presumably, if he could be valued by Taifu Wu, that young man should not disappoint.

At this moment, the young man whom Song Chen was thinking of was sitting on the carriage heading to the Wu Mansion.

The wheels rolled over the snow, and there was a sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak". Occasionally, a vendor yelled, and Chu Hui lifted the curtain of the car boredly. He didn't know why the old lady was so anxious. She thought to herself, Then I asked: "Brother Wu, master, why is the old man looking for me in such a hurry?"

She didn't have much hope for the answer, she just asked casually, never thinking that Wu An is a half-informed person.

Wu An thought of his master's instructions before he left, of course he would not disappoint his master's high expectations, so he answered casually, and in Chu Hui's ears, he felt that there was nothing to love in an instant.

"The master said that the Chinese New Year is coming, it's time to test your son's studies."

The flat tone and two simple sentences are like a land mine exploding to Chu Hui. He suddenly panics and feels a sense of urgency when the teacher surprises him with homework. The key is that she hasn't finished the homework yet. What should I do? ?

Looking at the Wu Mansion which was close at hand, Chu Hui helplessly grabbed the window of the carriage, is it too late to jump off now?

At this time, only Wu An's warm reminder came from outside the carriage: "My lord, we're here!"

It seems...it's too late-to-.

Chapter 29

A young man in white came down slowly from the carriage in front of the Wu Mansion, with determination in his eyes, a slightly tragic expression on his face, and walked into the Wu Mansion with generous steps.

Wu An pursed his lower lip, and tried hard to put back the smile on his face, this Mr. Chu is really an interesting person.

Chu Hui followed Wu An step by step. When he arrived at the study, he saw a middle-aged man in his 40s standing in front of the door. His eyes stared at her a little creepy. Did the master hire thugs? When she saw Taifu Wu, she subconsciously took two steps back.

Taifu Wu, who hates iron but not steel, raised his forehead and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing there, come in quickly, this... is your Uncle Song"

Song Chen trembled aside, sure enough, the old matriarch was still the old prince and matriarch, just as the first emperor said, he was only suitable for teaching and educating people, and he would never do things to form cliques for personal gain. This way of speaking is as different as ever.

Chu Hui quickly put away his messy thoughts, nodded politely and said: "Student Chu Hui has met Uncle Song."

"Nephew, don't be too polite, come in quickly"

If it is obviously normal, combined with Song Chen's eager eyes and Taifu Wu's scrutinizing gaze in the room, Chu Hui always feels that this ordinary door is like an open tiger's mouth, and he is the one who sent him to the door. lamb.

But judging from the situation, in front of this uncle who appeared out of thin air, there should be no school exams. Chu Hui respectfully saluted, but Song Chen didn't see him leave. After she entered the study, the door behind her closed with a sound.

In the study room in winter, although the air is cold, you can still smell a faint fragrance of ink. The two wooden windows are tightly covered. s_h_è The sunlight coming in is slightly yellowish.

Taifu Wu and Song Chen cooperated tacitly to take out two tall candles, lit them in the upper left corner and upper right corner of the desk respectively, then spread out a piece of drawing paper, carefully pressed the four corners, and then they stopped.

Chu Hui, who had been standing there since entering the study, looked dazed. Who could tell her what was going on with this weird atmosphere? Although she was used to wearing men's clothing, she was a woman after all, and she was inevitably a little scared in her heart.

Wu Taifu felt that he had already tidied up, he turned his head and looked at Chu Hui: "Come forward, the old man wants you to draw a picture of the mountains and rivers, but you can't just see the mountains and rivers, is it possible?"

When Chu Hui heard that she was going to paint, she didn't care about the atmosphere anymore. She took two steps towards the desk and stopped, frowning and thinking. Is this what it means?

Song Chen understood what Taifu Wu meant, since he wanted to mention the events of that year, of course this painting had to be the same as Liu Shangshu's. Little knowledge, no clue yet.

"Master and nephew, don't worry. Although my country is thousands of miles away, the country only needs to take its artistic conception. There are mountains and water." Song Chen couldn't help but wanted to help, but as soon as the words fell to the ground, Taifu Wu frowned .

"Don't listen to your Uncle Song's nonsense, I'm looking at this great river and mountain, how can I just talk about it with mountains and rivers?" Taifu Wu frowned and warned those who have done wrong things with good intentions.

Song Chen lowered his head slightly in embarrassment, but he couldn't help but slander in his heart. It's a good thing that Wu Taifu didn't have the heart to deal with the courtiers, otherwise he would have made countless enemies. No one can compare his merciless skill in speaking.

Chu Hui felt a little bit, thinking about the mysterious Uncle Song and the identity of Taifu Wu, she raised her head and asked for confirmation in a low voice: "The map of mountains and rivers that the master wants is the meaning of the world, and who is this painting for?" look"