Chapter 82 Mysterious Woman
When Han Zhuo's prison van stopped at the door of the criminal department, Li Nuo had already returned to the Song family.
My wife and Mu'er are not at home. I don't know where they are.
Li Nuo returned to his room alone and suddenly remembered something. He called up the code and turned to the last page.
On this page, Han Zhuo's portrait is lit, indicating that he has special abilities that are significantly different from those of ordinary people.
The Mingjingsi guards who investigated him said that Han Zhuo was good at mathematics and painting, both of which are required for the imperial examinations.
Among the six subjects, literature is the most important, followed by mathematics.
The rites, music, archery and imperial examinations have less weight in the imperial examinations than the first two.
If the total weight of the imperial examination is ten, then the literary subjects account for four, the mathematical subjects account for two, and the remaining four subjects account for one each. Overall, the emphasis is placed on literature rather than military affairs.
Among them, the calligraphy category can be further divided into calligraphy, painting, law, and articles.
Han Zhuo is proficient in mathematics and painting, which account for three-tenths of the total weight of the imperial examination. If he has no obvious weaknesses in other subjects, his hope of passing the exam is great.
I just don't know whether his specialty recognized by the code is mathematics or painting, or both.
Li Nuo picked up a book called "Mathematical Classics" and glanced at it, but found no difference from the previous ones.
He picked up the pen again - the moment he picked up the pen, that familiar feeling came back.
He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and moved his wrist quickly over the white paper on the desk.
In a moment, an ink-and-wash landscape painting appeared before his eyes.
Although Li Nuo doesn't know how to paint, he still has basic aesthetic sense.
The painting shows undulating mountains, verdant trees and rippling water. The painting is light where it should be light and dark where it should be dark. Even though he is a layman, he thinks that this painting is very well done and full of artistic conception.
This ability of the "Code" is truly incredible.
If he could capture a few top calligraphers, painters, and criminals skilled in riding and shooting, he could go directly to take the imperial examination. It would only cost him a few days of his life, and he could make it up after that by catching a few more prisoners.
Anyway, this ability will expire tomorrow. In order not to waste it, Li Nuo took another piece of paper, found a few brushes of different thicknesses, and a figure appeared in his mind. He picked up the brush and started drawing on the paper.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Nuo stretched, put down his pen, and admired the work he had just completed.
He was painting a landscape just now, and this time he was painting figures.
The woman in the painting is leaning on a swing, holding a sword in her arms, gazing deeply into the distance, and exuding a transcendental temperament.
Although it is only a side profile, people who are familiar with the subject can tell at a glance who he is painting.
What Li Nuo painted was the famous scene of that day when Mu'er was swinging on the swing and his wife was leaning on the swing frame.
As expected, he is a talent recognized by the Code. Although Han Zhuoren is a beast, his painting skills are really good.
The whole painting is simple yet delicate, with the ink colors varying in shades. Not only is the appearance painted like, but the lady's extraordinary temperament is also captured.
Li Nuo himself couldn't take his eyes off it.
Not to mention Song Jiaren who had been standing behind him for a long time.
She looked at Li Nuo, her tone full of surprise: "You can draw?"
Li Nuo was startled by the sudden voice. He turned around and found his wife standing behind him. He asked, "A little bit... When did you come back?"
"It's been a while. Seeing that you were painting so seriously, I didn't disturb you." Song Jiaren walked forward and looked at her own portrait on the table. A special color appeared in her eyes.
This painting is so beautiful...
She also learned to paint when she was a child, but she could never get the hang of it, so she gave up.
She has always envied those who have superb painting skills.
Seeing her absorbed in thought, Li Nuo said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Song Jiaren nodded and said, "Thank you..."
Seeing the smile on her face, some thoughts suddenly came to his mind, and Li Nuo spoke again: "In fact, if there is paint, it can be painted better..."
Song Jiaren immediately said: "I'll go find it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared from Li Nuo's sight.
Li Nuo found it a little funny. She seemed to care nothing about anything all day long, but actually when she encountered something she liked, she couldn't hide some of her feelings.
Song Jiaren hadn't come back from looking for paint yet, but Song Muer came here first.
As soon as she walked into the room, she was attracted by the painting on the table. She ran to the table, looked at the painting with shining eyes, and asked Li Nuo: "Brother Li Nuo, did you draw this painting?"
Li Nuo nodded.
Song Muer grabbed his arm, shook it, and said coquettishly: "I want one too, Brother Li Nuo, please draw one for me too..."
Li Nuo glanced at the painting and said, "Isn't there you in it?"
Song Muer immediately looked over and asked, "Where?"
Li Nuo pointed at a figure on the swing and said, "Here..."
Mu'er was swinging on the swing at that time, so of course she was in the painting.
However, in order to distinguish the main from the secondary, Li Nuo only used a few strokes to outline the outline of a little girl, without even the facial features, and was far less attentive than when he painted the woman.
Song Muer realized that those few random strokes were of her. She held Li Nuo's arm tightly and said with a bitter face: "No, no, there is no face on me here. I also want to draw a face like Sister Jiaren, please..."
Li Nuo did not resist Mu'er's coquettish behavior. He gently pinched her face and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll draw for you now..."
Ink painting is much simpler than color ink painting. Li Nuo picked up the brush and sketched. In a few moments, a beautiful and lovely little girl appeared on the paper.
Song Muer held the painting as if it were a treasure, and was reluctant to take her eyes off the picture.
Li Nuo suddenly said, "I forgot the secret code just now. Are you pretending to be Ning'er?"
Song Muer held the painting carefully and said, "Of course not. Song Ning'er doesn't know that the moonlight in front of the bed is frost on the ground. I was not fooled by her this time..."
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it is fake or not, Li Nuo originally planned to paint one more picture.
Last time, he was partial when distributing peaches and was caught red-handed by the person involved. Every time Song Ning'er looked at him, there was resentment in her eyes. Li Nuo also felt quite embarrassed. As an adult, he didn't need to argue with a little girl.
He was just about to remind Mu'er not to use the painting to provoke Ning'er, but when he turned around, he found that she was gone.
The painting disappeared along with her.
Li Nuo shook his head helplessly and could only hurry up and paint another one.
Soon, in a room somewhere in the Song Mansion.
Song Ning'er stared at the painting in Song Mu'er's hand with her eyes wide open.
The pretty little girl in the painting is her.
Of course it could also be Song Muer.
Song Muer said with a smile: "Brother Li Nuo drew this for me. Doesn't it look good?"
After showing the painting to Song Ning'er for a few seconds, she put it away, walked to a pillar in the room, jumped lightly, and used the pillar to gain leverage twice, and easily placed the painting on the beam.
Song Ning'er doesn't know martial arts and can't climb to such a high place.
If the painting was not hidden well, Song Ning'er would definitely steal it while she was asleep.
She used to do this all the time.
I don’t know where she got such great willpower. I would rather stay up all night to steal her things.
Song Ning'er looked at the painting on the beam, and a great helplessness surged in her little heart.
No matter where Song Muer hid the things, she could find them, but if she put them so high, she really couldn't reach them.
Looking at the smug Song Muer, an idea came to her mind.
Maybe she should learn some martial arts too.
This will make it easier to steal Song Muer’s things in the future.
I'm not afraid even if she hides on the beam.
…
After Mu'er left, Li Nuo prepared to draw the same picture for Ning'er to prevent her from making trouble again.
As soon as I picked up the pen, Song Jiaren walked into the room with a bag in her hand.
After a moment, Li Nuo opened the bag and took out a pile of small porcelain bottles.
These small bottles contain the pigments needed for painting.
He has been reading a lot of books these days. Although he has not been in-depth, he has done some research on the imperial examinations of the Great Xia Dynasty.
The Daxia imperial examination was extremely extensive, unlike the ancient imperial examinations he was familiar with.
It is similar to the modern college entrance examination, and even has more subjects than the college entrance examination. Painting is a subcategory under "book subject", which can be further divided into ink painting and color ink painting.
These are two completely different techniques, but candidates must have some knowledge of both.
Such imperial examinations do not test the candidates' ability to govern the country, but their learning ability.
Those who can dabble in all subjects and stand out among countless students must be true elites. Their other abilities will not be too bad either. It just depends on whether they follow the right path.
Different from ink and wash, the pigments used in color painting are mostly precious minerals.
For example, cinnabar, hematite, limonite, realgar, orpiment, etc. are expensive and not affordable for ordinary families.
The riding and archery in the imperial examinations, as well as the art of music, were areas that only high-ranking officials and nobles were qualified to engage in.
If children from ordinary families want to learn these things, they have to work ten or a hundred times harder.
Although Li Nuo had never learned painting, the knowledge about pigment mixing and painting techniques kept popping up in his mind.
He was about to grind the paint and dissolve it, when Song Jiaren looked outside and said, "It's getting late, why don't you rest early? It won't be too late to paint tomorrow."
Li Nuo did not stop his movements and said, "It's okay. I'll prepare the paints first. I'll paint as much as I can tonight..."
This ability is only temporary after all, and will expire after a day.
Li Nuo estimated that Mu'er would pester him for a better-looking painting tomorrow. If he didn't paint something tonight, he might not have enough time tomorrow.
At the very least, he had to mix the necessary colors and outline the draft first.
It was completely dark and there was not enough light in the room. When Li Nuo was mixing the paint, Song Jiaren stood beside him with a glass lamp in her hand. She followed Li Nuo wherever he went.
As the night deepened, the room was very quiet, with only two shadows swaying gently with the light.
…
early morning.
Li Nuo woke up from his sleep and stretched himself.
I worked all night yesterday, but still couldn't finish my wife's painting. However, there is not much left, and it will be finished in half an hour at most.
Li Nuo got up and washed up, and Song Jiaren just brought her breakfast.
After breakfast, Li Nuo continued to work.
While he was painting, Song Jiaren stood beside him, looking at the painting and then at him.
Even she herself didn't realize that in just one month, the way she looked at Li Nuo had changed drastically.
When Song Muer discovered the colored portrait of her sister Jiaren, she instantly felt that her own portrait from yesterday was not so pretty.
She looked at Li Nuo with pitiful eyes. Before she could say anything, Li Nuo said, "Don't worry. I'll paint for you after I finish painting for Sister Jiaren."
Song Muer smiled instantly, "Hehe, I knew that Brother Li Nuo treats me the best..."
She jumped around Li Nuo for a while, then ran out and came to another courtyard of the Song Mansion. She walked into a room and saw Song Ning'er climbing a pillar.
But she had never learned martial arts, just like the snail climbing the wall in a math problem, every time she climbed a certain distance, she would slide down.
Song Muer jumped lightly, used the pillars to gain leverage twice, and took the scroll down from the beam. Song Ning'er could only watch helplessly.
She smiled at Song Ning'er and said, "Hehe, Brother Li Nuo's painting is really good. He also said that he would draw me a colorful one later that would be better looking than this one. I will give this to you then..."
"I don't care!"
Song Ning'er snorted, ran out of the yard, and ran straight to the room in another yard. She woke up the sleeping Song Yu and urged him, "Brother Yu, get up, get up and draw for me..."
Unable to fall asleep because of Song Ning'er's noise, Song Yu got up in a daze, found a pen and paper, and drew a portrait of her while yawning.
Of course he also dabbled in painting, after all he had to take the imperial examination, so his family hired a painting teacher for him since he was young.
It's just that he has no talent in this area and is unwilling to spend time studying it, so his painting skills are only passable.
After Song Yu finished drawing, Song Ning'er took a look at it, pouted, and said dissatisfiedly: "What? The drawing doesn't look like me. I won't let you draw anymore!"
After saying that, he ran away again.
Song Yu has long been accustomed to this. He spent the whole night last night discussing life with a few girls and went home to sleep in the morning. He was woken up by Ning'er not long after he slept. He was so sleepy.
He walked to the bed like a zombie, fell straight down, and continued to catch up on his sleep...
Song Ning'er ran back to her own courtyard and found Song Mu'er practicing martial arts with her sister Jiaren. She rolled her eyes and quietly walked into another courtyard.
Inside the room, Li Nuo was admiring the painting that had just been completed.
The difference between ink painting and color ink painting is like the difference between black and white photos and color photos.
Although it cannot be said that ink painting is inferior to color ink, the latter does give people a greater visual impact.
He sighed again, Han Zhuoren was a real beast, and his painting skills were really good. If it weren't for that incident, he might have really passed the imperial examination and become a Jinshi.
If such a ruthless person with no bottom line becomes an official, I wonder how many people will suffer.
The little girl who had just walked into the room also widened her eyes in shock at the painting.
After coming to her senses, she grabbed Li Nuo's hand and said pitifully: "Brother Li Nuo, the painting I drew yesterday was ruined by Song Ning'er. Can you help me draw another one that is exactly the same..."
After that, she took the initiative to say: "The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown when I look down!"
Song Muer, the idiot, was worried that she wouldn't be able to remember the code, so she wrote the code on a piece of paper and put it under her pillow, and she secretly saw it.
Song Ning'er didn't dare to ask for such a colorful painting. Although she liked it more, it must be very time-consuming to paint such a painting.
When Song Muer comes back from practicing, she will expose her. She is not that stupid.
Although Song Ning'er had memorized "Quiet Night Thoughts", she didn't know that there was a high-five gesture after the secret code.
Li Nuo smiled and said, "Ning'er, stop making trouble..."
Song Ning'er stamped her feet and said, "I'm Mu'er, not Ning'er!"
Li Nuo said: "Then do a somersault on the spot and let me see."
Song Ning'er turned and left without stopping.
She is not Song Muer and cannot do somersaults on the spot.
After returning to her room, she looked at the painting that Song Muer had hidden on the beam, and thinking about the scene that had just been exposed by a single sentence, she finally made a decision in her heart.
She ran to a room and said, "Mom, I want to learn martial arts!"
A woman who was applying a cucumber on her face heard this and said perfunctorily: "Oh, why should a girl learn martial arts? Learning martial arts is so hard. If you learn martial arts, you won't have much time to play..."
Song Ning'er said firmly: "I just want to learn martial arts!"
The woman said, "Okay, okay, wait until I finish applying the facial mask, I'll tell your sister Jia Ren and let her teach you..."
Song Ning'er shook her head and said, "I don't want Sister Jiaren to teach me, she and Song Mu'er are good friends!"
The woman said helplessly: "Ning'er, stop making trouble and go play by yourself..."
Her mother ignored her, and Song Ning'er ran to another room. The abacus in Song Hao's hand was clacking. Before Song Ning'er could speak, he said, "Ning'er, Dad is busy, you go and play by yourself first..."
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Song Ning'er walked on the small path of the Song Mansion in a depressed mood. Her mother didn't care about her, her father didn't care about her, her sister Jiaren only taught Song Mu'er martial arts, and her brother Li Nuo only drew pictures for Song Mu'er.
Everybody dislikes her.
She walked into a secluded courtyard at the innermost part of the Song Mansion. This was where the family stored sundries. Normally no one would come in here, and it was also her secret world.
After closing the gate, she lifted her skirt, sat on the stone steps at the door, and began to cry in grievance.
"Cry, cry. Can you beat your sister? Are you going to compete with her to see who can cry louder in the future?"
Suddenly a voice came from her ears. Song Ning'er raised her head, wiped her tears and looked forward.
A figure wearing a muzzle sat on the wall, slightly swinging his delicate white legs.
A breeze blew by, lifting the veil under the curtain, revealing a face half covered by a moon-white veil and a pair of beautiful eyes.
Song Ning'er stared at her blankly and asked, "Sister, who are you?"
The woman did not answer her question. She looked down at her and asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts from me?"
Song Ning'er said: "I want to find a very powerful master to teach me, at least not worse than Sister Jiaren..."
The woman jumped down from the wall, flicked her fingers, and a stream of energy shot out from her fingertips.
A few feet away, a blue brick on the ground shattered with a loud bang.
She looked down at Song Ning'er and asked, "Is this powerful enough?"
Tomorrow's update is at noon.
(End of this chapter)
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