Transformation of the slag prince plan

This autumn literary fair gathered talented scholars from all over the world, and many of them were amazingly talented.It is really difficult to stand out from the crowd of talents.

In the back garden, beside the long desk, there was a circle of people, watching with bated breath, whispering to each other from time to time, talking about the artist's techniques in a low voice.

On the high platform, Zhao Juren and the eight judges sipped green tea, or talked about who was better off the stage, or commented on current events, and discussed the recent experiences of the court and China.

One of them, an old man with a beautiful gray beard, said with a smile: "That incompetent son of the old man wrote a letter two days ago, complaining all over the article, he is so unmanly!"

Several judges had frequent contacts and knew that the youngest son of the old man was working in the Ministry of Rites. One of them asked quickly: "But it's too busy recently? The Mid-Autumn Festival and Halloween are coming one after another. The Ministry of Rites must be busy, and it's really not easy for your son."

The old man looked disapproving: "It's a blessing to share your worries for the king, how dare you call yourself tired?" His tone was full of color.

Another person asked again: "But this year has changed?" After speaking, he stretched out his fingers upwards.

The old man took a sip of tea, whetted the appetites of several people, and then said: "Listen to my little boy, this year was originally to follow the rules of previous years, and the Ministry of Rituals made preparations in advance. The Holy Majesty suddenly issued an order this year: Mid-Autumn Festival and Halloween. Palace banquets don't have to be too extravagant, everything should be kept simple."

Everyone cupped their hands in the direction of the capital and said, "My emperor is holy!"

Dazhao seems to be prosperous now, but there are Japanese pirates in the southeast. Emperor Dazhao allocated military resources from his private treasury and ordered the Ministry of War to step up the training of capable sailors, so that the Japanese pirates must be beaten back to the small land!

Since the Holy Majesty intends to drive the Japanese pirates out of Dazhao, he will not shorten the military salary of the Ministry of War, and even need to increase the preparations for the war. Naturally, he must be frugal and efficient, and the consumption of the national treasury will also be reduced.

It is not advisable to talk too much about the affairs of the DPRK and China.The old man changed the subject and asked, "Are all those who are here now famous?"

Zhao Juren replied: "Most of them are freshmen, and some of them have been in the same subject as Bucai and passed the Juren examination."

The old man looked at the field and saw all young talents in his eyes. He couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke his beard and sighed: "Young people are awesome!"

After the maid changed a round of tea, someone finally put down the pen on the long table, and when the ink dried, the painting would be presented on the high platform.

Not long after, another person also put down his pen, indicating that he had finished painting.Immediately afterwards, six or seven people on the long case stopped writing at the same time, and looked at each other in pairs, all of which were inevitable.

One painting after another was presented on the high platform by the servants, and eight critics watched and commented on it.

Fan Yi carefully finished the last stroke, put down the pen, let out a breath, and signaled the boy beside him to hand in the painting.He left the long case, and instead of surrounding him like others, he walked to Zhu Wenxuan and said with a smile, "I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Zhu Wenxuan shook his head and asked with a smile, "What did you draw?"

Fan Yi said honestly: "It's just a flute, a bouquet of flowers, and a person, just for the occasion."

Zhu Wenxuan took him to the pavilion where refreshments were placed not far away, poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, "I won't be able to rank for a while. It's rare to come here, why don't we go shopping?"

Fan Yi nodded, and strolled slowly in the garden with Zhu Wenxuan, admiring the rare and exotic plants that were rarely seen on weekdays.

The two of them didn't know that shortly after they left, a dispute broke out between several critics on the high platform.

A reviewer in a blue shirt was holding a second painting in his hand, arguing with reason: "Everyone, please look at the landscape in this painting, which is beautiful and full of aura! Why can't it be ranked in the top three?"

Another reviewer of the moon white gown shook his head, pointed to the painting in front of him and said, "This one is better. The pavilions and pavilions are all exquisite, which shows the depth of his painting skills!"

"This picture is quite artistic!"

"No, no, look at this one! It's a masterpiece!"

Several people were arguing red-faced, and all insisted that what they said was true, but they couldn't stand for a while.

Until the sound of Youdao like gold and stone suddenly sounded-"This king thinks this painting is very good, what do you think?"

Several people on the high platform stopped arguing and looked towards the person coming.Seeing this, everyone immediately saluted: "I have seen the prince."

Ji Lanshu said: "You don't need to be too polite, just take a look at this painting, maybe you will win?"

I saw that Prince Chu was holding a painting in his hand. In the painting, a cluster of chrysanthemums were in full bloom. Beside the chrysanthemums was a row of wooden railings.A handsome young man wearing a jade crown and a wide embroidered robe leaned against the railing, holding a bamboo flute to his lips.There seemed to be a little bit of light in his eyes, and he played the tune of his hometown to the river, as if silently telling the sorrow of leaving alone when he climbed high and looked far away.

I have to say that upon closer inspection, this painting is indeed vivid, and it easily arouses the melancholy of those who view it.

If the beauty of the paintings they praised before lies in the shape, then the beauty of this painting lies in the charm.

Why didn't you pay attention to this painting before?

Naturally, it was because they selected people who were quite famous and had a little relationship with themselves.

Ji Lanshu glanced around, taking in the expressions of several critics.He smiled and asked, "How?"

The prestigious old man among the critics pondered for a while, and said: "My lord has a unique vision, this painting is indeed better. What do you think?"

"This painting deserves the first name!"

"I also think it should be so."

Ji Lanshu handed the painting to Zuo Yi who was standing behind him, and said, "Wrap it up." Then he said to the people in front of him, "If there is no objection, let's announce the result! This king will take this painting away. "

Standing behind him, Mo Shu stared closely at the painting that was slowly wrapped up by Zuo Yi, thinking in his heart: Why does the prince like this painting so much?Who drew it? !

Seeing that the prince turned to leave, he immediately followed without thinking about anything else.It's just that I thought about it in my heart. Since Prince Chu likes to paint, he can learn it too!

Ji Lanshu came and left suddenly, as if he came here just for that painting.

Several reviewers looked at each other, finally discussed the ranking, and Zhao Juren announced the result.

Fan Yi and Zhu Wenxuan have already left the garden, and are walking on the tree-lined path, exchanging reading opinions while looking at the scenery.

As he was walking, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Young Master Fan, please stay."

The two stopped and looked at the approaching person, Zhu Wenxuan asked, "Is this your friend?"

Fan Yi shook his head, thought for a while, and said: "When I was painting just now, he was next to me."

Zhu Wenxuan nodded, waiting for the man to approach.

After greeting this young master for a few words, Fan Yi seemed to have thought of something, and asked directly: "My young master, may I ask if the result of the painting competition came out?"

Apart from this, he couldn't think of any other reason.

The young master smiled and said: "Well, Zhao Juren has announced the ranking, and I'm here to inform you to claim the lottery."

Fan Yi understood, and thanked the young master: "Thank you, young master, for coming to tell me."

The young master waved his hand and said: "Mr. Fan, you are welcome. You don't know something. When several critics were arguing endlessly, the prince of Chu took a fancy to your painting when he came, and set the first name. The prince loves you very much. The painting was taken away directly. Everyone who was present at the time wanted to have a look at it, but they didn't have the good fortune."

He smiled a little shyly, and continued: "I'm Liu Qing, I wonder if there will be chance to see Mr. Fan's masterpiece again in the future?"

Fan Yi was taken aback, and immediately smiled: "If Mr. Liu doesn't dislike Xiaosheng's clumsy painting skills, he should sweep the couch to welcome him."

Zhu Wenxuan smiled and said to Fan Yi: "This is because you are too self-effacing." Then he said to Mr. Liu: "We will stay in the county for two days, and we are now staying at the Laifu Inn. Mr. Liu is free, so you can find us at the inn. .”

Liu Qing hurriedly said: "Definitely! Definitely!"

The three of them walked towards the back garden while talking.

Fan Yi didn't talk much, let Zhu Wenxuan chat with Mr. Liu.

For painting No.1, in addition to the isolated copy written by famous scholars in the former dynasty, there is also 50 taels of silver.

Fan Yi received the orphan copy and 50 taels of silver notes from Chen Juren, and was very happy in his heart!He is rich!

His eyes were bright, and he looked at the encouragement and admiration in Chen Juren's eyes with a slightly red face, and hope surged in his heart.

Through this literary conference, he successfully entered the public's sight, and cast a shadow in the eyes of others.When he works hard in the future and continues to expand, he will surely have a place in the hearts of many talents.

Fan Yi knew that he would have such an encounter, and it was inseparable from Ji Lanshu.If it wasn't for Ji Lanshu's stance of admiring him, he would have spent a lot of effort, and the results would have faded.

But this is a good thing for him.

Because of his repeated rejections, Ji Lanshu did not take him back to the palace as before, but showed his gentlemanly demeanor.

Fan Yi clearly felt the difference between Ji Lanshu and him now.

Compared to being treated as a plaything by Ji Lanshu in his previous life, locked up in the palace to tease wantonly, Fan Yi is more happy to hear and see the changes in his life.

You can no longer look at the people and things in this life with the old eyes, and you should not blindly immerse yourself in the past to the point of brooding.He has already embarked on a path with a promising future, so why bother to be depressed about the past, besides, he is no longer the old Amon.

In fact, he didn't hate Ji Lanshu's ruthlessness towards him in his previous life so much, he just...just couldn't let go of their common child, his sweetheart.What he hated was Ji Lanshu's reluctance to save the child, making him watch Jiao'er die in his arms.

That's it, that's it.

If Jiaoer had a spirit in the sky, she would definitely be reborn in his womb, and they would renew their father-son bond one day.

Fan Yi clenched the lonely copy, comforting himself secretly.

Turning his head to look at Zhu Wenxuan, he said with a smile: "Brother, I won the first place today, please drink!" Then he looked at Mr. Liu, "I wonder if Mr. Liu would like to have a glass of beer with us?"

Zhu Wenxuan and Mr. Liu said in unison: "It should be so!"

The three met each other and smiled, and left Dexin Garden together.

They got into the carriage of Mr. Liu's house and went straight to Laifu Inn.

Zhu Wenxuan chose a private room by the window on the second floor. After the three of them sat down, the waiter served them tea and asked, "Guest officers, what do you want?"

Fan Yi thought that he was not afraid of anyone at the wine table.In the past, in order to win a good endorsement and a good script, he poured down glasses of spirits on the wine table desperately, even if he drank until he vomited, he never gave up.From finding no such person to the top actor, he did not know how many Hongmen banquets he has attended, and how much effort and effort he has put in.

However, it was only in the afternoon that he realized that at sixteen, his alcohol capacity was really bad.

But I'm happy today, and it's okay to get drunk.

Fan Yi called the waiter over to the shop, and commanded boldly: "First serve Wutan Lihuabai!"

Facing the surprised gazes of Zhu Wenxuan and Liu Qing, Fan Yi rarely laughed out loud: "Today, you and I will drink until we get drunk!"