Chapter 319 Fourth Sister, So Insidious~
Yan Zhibai's wrist was suspended in the air, and the tip of the pen dipped in thick ink was freely splashing on the snow-white rice paper with an almost crazy passion.
Xiao Yunshuo recovered from his shock and chewed over those lines of poetry over and over again. After a long while, he finally spoke:
"Who wrote this poem? How could it be so impressive?"
Qin Zhaoyue was watching Yan Zhibai painting with great interest, and replied casually:
"Written by Helian Chaolu, who arrived in the capital a day earlier than you, and came from the northwestern border."
Xiao Yunshuo looked bewildered. "This poetic talent is truly remarkable. I've never heard of such a brilliant and amazing person before."
"You don't know? She admires you so much, she even said she's not as talented as you."
Qin Zhaoyue covered her mouth and exclaimed, looking very surprised, but she actually knew what was going on.
That is Helian Chaolu's unconditional praise, and she doesn't know whether the knowledge of this foreign princess can match hers.
Xiao Yunshuo frowned slightly, his tone filled with genuine confusion:
"I have indeed never heard of her, but judging from this poem alone, I can tell that her talent, sentiment and artistic conception are beyond my reach..."
"Hey!" Qin Zhaoyue interrupted with a wave of her hand. "Princess Xiao, you're too modest. Excessive modesty is a form of pride, which is unacceptable."
At this moment, the fourth princess Qin Zhaoshu, who had been silent almost the entire afternoon, took over the conversation.
"Miss Xiao is renowned for her talent. It is said that she inherited the true teachings of a hermit. I believe she has made extraordinary achievements in the art of applying knowledge to society."
Qin Zhaoyue remained calm on the surface, but secretly gave her fourth sister a thumbs up.
The identities of these people spread like wildfire, and Yan Zhibai was painting in a high-profile manner in front of the wall with poems on it. Now many scholars on the second floor of the restaurant were watching them.
As you can imagine, every word in the conversation will go viral.
The reason for interrupting Xiao Yunshuo's modesty was to confirm her reputation as a talented woman.
The fourth sister's words put aside the dispute over poetry and led to policy essays.
Oh, so insidious~
The poems were all taken out by Qin Zhaoyue, so you know how explosive they are.
So no matter how Xiao Yunshuo performed in the provincial examination, he was definitely inferior in poetry.
As long as this "stain" exists, there will inevitably be controversy.
For the time being, she could only think of this kind of supporting effect. As for whether the Queen Mother had other purposes, Qin Zhaoyue could not guess.
Xiao Yunshuo shook his head firmly, lowering his posture even more: "The world is full of talented people. Your Highness, you are too kind. I don't deserve it..."
Qin Zhaoyue waved his hand and interrupted again, "Shh! Don't disturb Master Yan from painting."
In this case, Xiao Yunshuo didn't know what to say. He just kept wondering in his heart and remained silent.
Yan Zhibai was painting with great enthusiasm.
Sweeping the brush across, splashing ink.
The ink colors of varying shades instantly splashed out the vast and lonely night, covering the sleeping camp.
Outline with the center point, and the brush moves like a dragon.
The lines are vigorous and powerful, and the outlines of the tents are faintly visible in the ink, revealing a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
Dip a small brush in ochre and cinnabar to add finishing touches to the details.
The flickering lights quickly dotted the tents, like the eternal sparks in a dream.
He also used a dry brush to erase the blurry figure of a person leaning against the tent. The back was straight but revealed silent fatigue.
The pen moves quickly and switches freely.
Sometimes ink is splashed to render large shadows, creating a depressing atmosphere;
Sometimes he used a dry brush to sketch the withered old tree beside the tent, its branches twisted like struggling arms;
Finally, in the tent in the center of the picture, a hazy silhouette facing the mirror is smudged with very light ink.
What was reflected in the mirror was not a face, but a strand of snow-white hair...
The whole painting has bold brushstrokes and profound artistic conception.
Although it is a bit rough due to the rush of time, the details are not perfect.
However, the solemn atmosphere of the barracks and the sadness and desolation of the hero's old age blend perfectly with the artistic conception of the poems inscribed on the wall, forming a whole!
"call……"
After finishing the painting, Yan Zhibai let out a long sigh.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he looked exhausted, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
Gazing at his own painting, he found that the details were far from ideal compared to his usual paintings, but its spirit was consistent with that of a heroic poem.
He decided not to make any more revisions and leave it as it is.
The old shopkeeper, who had been watching the painting with bated breath, now had his eyes glued to the painting with the ink still wet.
He has been running Songtao Pavilion for many years, and has met many literati and poets, and has an extraordinary appreciation ability.
Although this painting was completed in a hurry, its majestic momentum and poetic harmony can be called a stroke of genius.
If this painting could be preserved and hung next to the wall with poems, they would complement each other and become the treasure of the store, attracting countless literati and scholars.
The shopkeeper's heartbeat quickened. He quickly put on his warmest smile and looked at the painter cautiously: "Who is this gentleman?"
Qin Zhaoyue quickly answered, "Yan Zhibai, the son of Yan Huaichuan, a famous scholar in Shufeng..."
Next, he started to talk about science, basically repeating what he had heard in the afternoon.
Finally, he looked at the old shopkeeper with disdain and said, "Hey, you don't even know this?"
Old Shopkeeper: ...
He knew it. He knew it the moment he heard the full name!
But seeing the Sixth Prince talking so excitedly, how could he dare to interrupt?
The shopkeeper's mouth twitched slightly, but he had to suppress it. After the ancestor finally finished speaking, he forced out a respectful smile and praised "sincerely":
"Your Highness the Sixth Prince is truly knowledgeable and well-informed. I admire you."
Qin Zhaoyue raised his head proudly and said, "It's not bad. I just know a little bit."
Qin Jingzhan: ...
Xiao Yunshuo: ...
Under the gazes of the crowd, some of which were amazed, and some were greedy (the old shopkeeper), Yan Zhibai carefully blew dry the ink.
The painting was carefully rolled up and put away, as gently as if it were a rare treasure.
The shopkeeper was so heartbroken that he almost bled. He knew that he had no chance of getting the painting, but he didn't even have the courage to ask for it.
He couldn't afford to offend any of these people in front of him, so he could only watch and hope that some noble person would come to help him.
However, he overthought.
Yan Zhibai put the painting away, then stood up and bowed deeply to everyone, saying apologetically, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Qin Zhaoyue waved his hand and spoke for everyone: "Well, what's the big deal?"
“It was worth the wait to witness Mr. Yan’s brushstrokes and paint a painting that so perfectly captures the mood of the poem.
Let's go upstairs to eat. This poem and this painting should be made clear today!"
The group finally reached the third floor of Songtao Pavilion.
Exquisite dishes were served in a continuous stream, and with the wine and food flowing, the atmosphere finally became a little more lively.
…
Just as the atmosphere in the elegant pavilion was getting more and more lively, a carriage drove into Songyanfang.
The driver was Ping An. After two days of "treatment", he finally recovered his spirits.
The target was clear, and it finally stopped in the alley opposite Songtao Pavilion.
There were two people in the carriage, one was Sui Mo, and the other had a frown on his face and was biting his lower lip with his teeth.
After the carriage stopped, he hurriedly lifted the curtain and looked outside.
"Is the Sixth Prince in Songtao Pavilion? Miss Suimo, hurry up, let's go see His Highness!"
However, Sui Mo didn't move at all. He tilted his head back slightly and snorted softly:
"Miss Chunying is a bit too rebellious. You can't just meet His Highness whenever you want."
With just one word, the color drained from Chunying's face.
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