Chapter 216： Ten miles long scroll painting hero

Chapter 216 Ten Mile Long Scroll Painting Hero

Evenly matched.

Yi Zhaoxian withdrew his hand and stared deeply at the person behind the bamboo hat.

No wonder the regent of the Song Dynasty dared to enter the country alone, he brought a good helper.

He could also understand the reason why the other party stayed in Xiangji Temple. Although Xiangji Temple belongs to Dayan, its position is relatively neutral.

The world may not know it, but Yi Zhaoxian does know that there is a great master in Xiangji Temple, who is shocking in terms of prestige and force.

Didn’t the Xiangji Temple also be taken into consideration in the peace talks of the State of Song? However, Xiangji Temple never interferes in state affairs.

"The regent has this plan, but I, as a subject, have to tell His Majesty the Emperor. Your Majesty has his own judgment." Yi Zhaoxian said.

Yi Zhaoxian dispatched his own soldiers to report to the palace, while the regent's team was preparing to march towards Xiangji Temple.

In the vast crowd, Pei Yuanxian looked around, and in the crowd he saw a man turning around, wearing a fox fur cloak.

He frowned and pondered.

**

Baicaoshi flew back to Xiangji Temple, returning home like an arrow.

After finally finding a safe haven, the tranquility will soon be broken.

The most important thing is that Yuan Xian knows her, and she is even familiar with her. She is like an old fox, and she is very worried that she will be recognized by him pretending to be Zhe Yu.

The snowy road is slippery, and there are few people offering incense in the temple to pay their vows. Baicaoshi successfully avoided the common people and entered the rear.

Perhaps it was Master Puji who instructed those monks and novice monks to see "Zhe Yu" as if they had never heard of it.

Baicaoshi finally joined forces with Zhe Yu.

"Guess who is the regent of the Song Dynasty? We have all seen it." Baicaoshi clung to Zhe Yu's ear, breathing hot air. She ran all the way, although she was not out of breath, she sweated a lot.

Zhe Yu finished listening, took her hand, and wrote a word on it, "Yuan".

Baicaoshi was very surprised, her Yu Bao was a heavenly being, and she couldn't hide anything.

"Actually, it's not difficult to guess. Among the people I've met, he is the only one who is unfathomable."

Baicaoshi tilted her head and rubbed her chin, "I still can't figure it out, shouldn't the dignified regent stay in the capital, deal with political affairs, and deal with all kinds of affairs every day? Why does the regent of the Song Dynasty wander around and suddenly become Owner, will you become a giant businessman soon?"

Zhe Yu also frowned, and looked out of the meditation room, "Shishi, think about the people he has made, and you will know that his plans are huge."

Who did Yuan Xian make friends with?

Only Baicaoshi knows about it, there are Feng Wang Ying Zhefeng, the eldest son of Ping Zhao Wang Tie Hanyang-Tie Jin, and those officials who died in Wanzhou...

This is just the tip of the iceberg. What about the invisible places under the iceberg?

His little head shook, and Baicaoshi shivered. "Yu Bao, what shall we do next? I feel that Xiangji Temple can't stay any longer. Do you want to go back to the palace?"

Zhe Yu narrowed his eyes, "I'm afraid it's too late to go now. They go up the mountain, and we go down the mountain, I'm afraid we will run into each other. Shishi, do you trust Xiangji Temple?"

Baicaoshi smiled, she has been in this world for almost a year, and she has been working hard to get familiar with the rules, but the time is still short after all, and what's more, all the top forces she came into contact with.

"I don't know, but I trust you."

Just then, there was a voice outside the door, it was Ananda.

Baicaoshi greeted the door with Zhe Yu's honor, "Master Ananda, what's the matter?"

Ananda clasped his hands together, "The almsgiver listens to the meditation with peace of mind. A group of guests have come to the temple in the past few days, and the abbot has arranged for them to live in the east chamber."

Zhe Yu and the others live in the West Wing.

Do not interfere with each other.

**

The news that the regent of the Song Dynasty had fallen was still spread throughout Yanjing.

In the first floor of the world, a young man ordered a table full of meals. He has a pair of deep sockets and looks very affectionate. He holds a flagon, his boots are on the bench, and he looks unrestrained.

The guys on the first floor knew him very well.

He is not only a frequent visitor of the restaurant, but also a frequent visitor of the Hongxiu Tianxiang Restaurant, and he has always spent money like water.

Probably because he was so talented that people in Yanjing often overlooked that he was originally from the Song Dynasty.

Great painter Duan Shaoyi.

"Mr. Duan, where did you get rich?" the man asked jokingly.

The so-called Mr. Duan shook the jug, "Hey, rice is expensive in Yanjing, wine is expensive, and beauties are even more expensive. Young master, I am so shy, where did I get the money?"

The buddy came over, and the facial features zoomed in and out in Mr. Duan's field of vision, "Mr. Duan, don't you want to eat the overlord's meal?"

Master Duan shook his sleeves, "Is it okay to pay off the debt with a painting? A long scroll picture, in exchange for today's wine money! You know, young master, my paintings are worth thousands of dollars in the auction house."

"Then I can't be the master, I have to ask the shopkeeper."

After a while, the shopkeeper has arrived. "Mr. Duan, where is the painting? Let me guess, the red song is not in Beijing. Could it be that Mr. Duan painted the green song this time?"

Red song and green song are both the oirans of Hongxiu Tianxianglou.

Duan Shaoyi curled her lips, "The pictures of beauties are all drawn by me. What I am best at drawing are famous and romantic figures in history. Today, I will ask you to experience and paint on the spot. Paper, ink, brush and inkstone are waiting for you!"

The shopkeeper's eyes shrank. If he got Duan Shaoyi's painting, no matter how much it was worth, it would be more elegant to hang it in the restaurant.

The diners were all attracted. Those who can come to the first floor of the world to spend money are naturally not ordinary people. It is also a beautiful thing to see the master painter live painting today.

The paper, ink, brush and inkstone have been brought over, Duan Shaoyi looked at the paper which was not much bigger than a palm, and frowned.

"Long scroll, long scroll, as long as Suzaku Street is, the scroll must be as long!"

Zhuque Street is called ten miles, so the scroll is naturally not that long, so the staff immediately went to Tianyi Pavilion, the largest cultural center in Yanjing, and bought a three-meter-long scroll.

Duan Shaoyi is satisfied.

The paper was spread on the ground, Duan Shaoyi took off his boots on the spot, dipped his **** in ink, and began to walk around on the paper.

With a few strokes, a sea of ​​people appeared on the paper, crowded and lively.

He sketched a few more strokes, and the luxurious six-wheeled carriage appeared vividly on the paper, and on the side of the carriage stood a strategizing generation of heroes—Pei Yuanxian, the regent of the Song Dynasty.

On the other end of the drawing paper, he drew Yi Zhaoxian, the dean of Qianming Academy, and the reception etiquette team.

Surprise sounds one after another.

The painting is so good, it is done in one go. There is no stagnation in the strokes of the pen, even for the poor and ordinary people, they are vivid.

What an amazing memory.

Half an hour later, Duan Shaoyi blew on the nib of the Langhao brush, and inscribed on the corner of the calligraphy and painting "Picture of King Regent of the Song Dynasty Entering Yanjing on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month in the 22nd year of Tianyuan". Throwing the pen away, he rubbed his hands together.

"This painting, in exchange for your meal, I, Duan Shaoyi, never take advantage of others."

Applause rang out, Yanjing diners praised beautiful things without hesitation.

The shopkeeper stared at the painting on the ground, and ordered: "Come here, frame this painting. A painting by Mr. Duan is more than worth a meal. For the next month, Mr. Duan will be free of charge wherever he is on the first floor."

Suddenly, an outsider said: "My son bought this painting."

Duan Shaoyi appeared before, do you still remember?

At the auction in Boyang City, the first item on the lot was a picture of a beauty painted by Duan Shaoyi, and the person in the painting was Hongqu.

He can not only draw beauties, but also draw pictures of historical figures in large scenes.

(end of this chapter)