The few housekeepers who were resting outside the pavilion immediately moved, removed a few planks and a few wooden frames from the carriage, carried them into the pavilion and assembled them, and after a while, they were put together into a long table, and then someone brought pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, including water cups, paperweights and other things.

After Kong Baishu and everything else were placed neatly, he smiled and waved his hand and made a gesture of please: "I don't know which one came first?" ”

As the saying goes, there is no first martial arts, no scholar in the world dares to claim to be the first in Lao Tzu's knowledge, and it is naturally humble to encounter this kind of thing, no one is willing to come up to paint first, Kong Baishu doesn't care, anyway, he is the president, and he should start this head.

The pavilion is not spacious, and the few family members retreated after they were placed, and even the dark green also retreated, and returned to their own carriage, Xu Zizhen yawned and slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the pavilion, and touched the dark green with his arm: "Hey, little jasmine, where did that hole idiot come from?" ”

Dark Green laughed: "You are so annoying, my name is Dark Green, not Little Jasmine, and Kong Gongzi is not called Bai ...... Bai Na, he is the only son of Master Kong Qilin, who stayed on Jiangnan East Road. ”

is another official eunuch's son, no wonder what kind of president is this, Xu Zizhen secretly disdainful and asked, "Stay behind?" What kind of official is that? Is it higher than our Wen-sama level? ”

Dark Green shook his head and said: "It's different, our adults are civil officials, and those who stay behind are military attachés, if you really want to talk about it, we are still higher, but the ones who stay behind are directly under the Privy Council, and even our adults can't easily command him." ”

"Oh?" Xu Zizhen was stunned for a moment, aren't all the soldiers on Jiangnan East Road under the control of Wen Chengyan? Why is there something left? He knows what the Privy Council means, just like the Central Military Commission of his time, directly under the Privy Council, and it is even more awesome than the Wen Governor's Mansion just by looking at his identity.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, the thieves who robbed beautiful women he caught several times all had traces of being soldiers, and Governor Wen always avoided talking about this topic when he mentioned it, could it be that he was tired of this person?

But what is left behind is his little catcher who can be said to investigate, and soon he himself broke off his thoughts, Wen Zhifu asked him not to talk outside, he wanted to have his own plans, or he didn't want to check down at all, so why did he take the initiative to take this risk?

Thinking of this, he didn't delve into it anymore, although the little girl Dark Green was still young, she was naughty and gratifying, and she was also a beautiful embryo, the autumn breeze was tight, Xu Zizhen was so cold that she panicked, so she simply stopped napping and chatted with Dark Green, such as Wen Xian's age, height, measurements, and so on.

It's just that the dark green is tight-lipped, and after asking a few more words, he glared at him like a thief, Xu Zizhen had no choice but to stop his mouth, ran to the side and picked up a bunch of dead branches, lit a fire to keep warm, and by the way, he had time to peek at Wen Xian and Hu Qing in the pavilion.

Well, these two girls are in good shape, and Miss Wen doesn't know what she eats, it's so big, and I haven't seen her sagging a little in this era when there is no Mimi cover, and that Hu Qing is too, this little ass is ...... Tsk, in the end, he was born in martial arts, obediently...... Hey? Why is my old man's nose a little hot?

The pavilion is in full swing of their respective creations, Kong Baishu has already been completed, and now it is Gu Zhongchen and Wen Xian who are facing each other on one side of the long table, Gu Zhongchen stands upright like a loose back like a javelin, and wields freely with a pen in one hand, Xu Zizhen glanced at it from a distance, and couldn't help but secretly cheer, the demeanor of the first talent in Jiangnan is really different.

And Wen Xian grabbed the sleeve with her left hand, and she looked at her slightly and muttered for a moment before she began to draw, her bearing was calm and graceful, and she had a beautiful demeanor, even if Xu Zizhen was not very interested in this arrogant girl, she was also impressed by her appearance - it was good to let her be a welcome at my door when Lao Tzu got married.

Gu Wen and the two are Hu Chang's brothers and sisters, and what surprised Xu Zizhen was that Hu Qing actually painted a serious book, although he couldn't see how good he was painting, but this frame was a full scholarly background.

In addition, the trio of Zhang Ling and the rest of the Deyun Club members, who had drawn the Lu first, came to take it away, each with different pen skills, and the painting time was also different, compared to Gu Zhongchen and Wen Xian were the fastest, Zhang Ling and the members who shot the most slowly were the slowest, a total of nearly two hours, Xu Zizhen's eyes were sour when he peeked, and all the pens in the pavilion fell.

Several family members hung up all the paintings, one by one facing the inside of the pavilion, in a circle shape, as if a tent was surrounded by a painting scroll, and the scholars who came to watch could not see it from a distance, and they were so anxious that they jumped to their feet, wanting to squeeze over to see but did not dare.

Xu Zizhen couldn't help but laugh secretly when he saw their appearance: none of these people have left a name in history, and they can't see any fame, so why bother so hard.

Several people all stood in front of the paintings, looking down one by one, from time to time with exclamations, occasionally commenting on one or two sentences, but they were all good or bad, Xu Zizhen was disdainful in his heart, he was most unaccustomed to this kind of mutual slapping behavior, his eyes turned and he walked over, standing outside the pavilion and looking at those paintings.

Hu Chang painted an ink rockery, on the mountain resting a pheasant, although his character is not very good, but after all, he is from a person's background, this brush has a bit of skill; Hu Qing painted an eagle, soaring in the sky with wings, smooth lines and vigorous brushwork, she was a girl who could draw such a work, but Xu Zizhen was surprised; Gu Zhongchen painted a landscape, a continuous green mountain, a quiet river, there is a small boat on the river, sitting on a fisherman, I have to say that his family lineage, obviously very profound.

Wen Xian's painting made Xu Zizhen's eyes shine, he thought that Wen Xian would paint a picture of a lady or a pastoral landscape, but he didn't expect her to paint the Great Wall of Beacon Fire, the mighty and majestic ancient Great Wall hidden in the endless mountains and mountains, and a small ink painting outlined the great rivers and mountains of China to the fullest.

When Xu Zizhen turned his eyes to look at Kong Baishu's painting, he couldn't help but be stunned, the painting was a beautiful and dignified woman holding a fan, looking at a cluster of roses not far away from the window, the flowers and the woman complemented each other, which added a bit of beauty, but Xu Zizhen almost laughed out loud, isn't this Hu Qing's girl? With her temperament of dancing knives and guns, I really can't imagine what it is like for her to sit there dressed like this and pretend to be a literary and artistic youth.

Sure enough, as he expected, Hu Qing jumped up immediately when he saw this painting: "Kong Xiaoer, what do you mean by painting me like this?" Sarcastic to me? ”

Kong Baishu didn't expect the horse's fart to be slapped on the horse's feet, and he was suddenly embarrassed, and said with a forced smile: "Qing'er, I'm ...... It's just imaginary......"

"Humph! Imagine what I look like as a lady? What's so bad about practicing martial arts, it's worth making such fun of me? ”

Kong Baishu only felt that he couldn't argue, and it was not easy to say it clearly, and he had nowhere to vent his grievances and anger, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Xu Zizhen snickering outside the pavilion, and he was suddenly angry.

Hu Chang next to him looked carefully, rolled his eyes and smiled at Xu Zizhen: "Why is Brother Xu alone outside the pavilion?" How can this painting make friends lack a talent like Brother Xu? ”

Kong Baishu didn't know Xu Zizhen's details, but he didn't believe that he had any talent at all when he looked at his outfit, just that Gu Zhongchen and they had suffered losses in other aspects, and when he heard Hu Chang pinch like this, he immediately followed up and said: "Exactly, Xu Gongzi invites him in, and I hope to give him advice!" As he spoke, he leaned sideways to reveal the long table.

Xu Zizhen secretly sneered: Hu Chang, this kid knows that poetry can't get me, do you want to get back from painting? Good! Lao Tzu is as you wish!

He wanted to think so, but he deliberately pretended to have a panicked look on his face, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, it's good to take a look outside, I'm really ...... to draw this thing."

At this time, Gu Zhongchen also came over and said seriously and respectfully: "Zhongchen is brave, and I also ask Gongzi Xu for advice." ”

Wen Xian didn't talk about Xu Zizhen with Wen Zhifu after returning to Suzhou, so she didn't know why Gu Zhongchen admired him so much, and she didn't know whether he was talented or not, so she just stood aside and watched without saying a word.

"This ......" Xu Zizhen laughed painfully in his stomach, but his face was embarrassed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since Gu Gongzi graciously invited, then I will be ugly, but you are not allowed to laugh at me for a while." ”

Kong Baishu and the others dodged out of the way and gave him the long table, Gu Zhongchen even stepped forward to prepare to polish ink for Xu Zizhen, this scene made everyone stunned again, when did he Gu Dacai ever be willing to grind ink for others?

Xu Zizhen was not polite, walked forward and chose a pen, and grabbed the top of the pen with a tiger claw, and everyone next to him was stunned, how could anyone hold a pen like this? Xu Zizhen seemed to feel awkward himself, turned his hand and put the pen down again, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I don't know how to use a brush." ”

Everyone was in an uproar, the talent in Gu Zhongchen's mouth didn't know how to use a brush? A hint of happiness flashed in Kong Baishu and Hu Chang's eyes, sure enough, this thing couldn't draw, and it really made him ugly.

Xu Zizhen didn't care what they thought, picked up a piece of paper and turned around and left the pavilion, Gu Zhongchen was stunned for a moment, and shouted, "Young Master Xu!" You ......"

Xu Zizhen ignored him, returned to the fire next to the carriage, took out a piece of charcoal that had long been out of heat, and looked back and smiled: "I'll just use this." As soon as he had said that, he did not go to the pavilion, but sat down on the spot, spread the paper on the wheel of the carriage, and after a little groaning, he pinched the charcoal and drew it.

These people present have never seen a charcoal painting, all of them were amazed, only to see him "charcoal" walking dragon snake swaying freely, brushing on the paper, they could not see anything he painted from a distance, only the dark green beside him was the eyes gradually widened, and the small mouth was also open enough to fit an egg.

Not long after, Xu Zizhen stood up, threw away the charcoal with his backhand, clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay!" ”

Without waiting for the family to come over, Dark Green grabbed the painting first, held it in both hands and sent it to Wen Xian, and said with excitement on his face: "Miss, look! ”

Wen Xian took it suspiciously, and suddenly looked like thunder at a glance, stunned on the ground, only to see that the paper was a portrait of herself, looking back into the distance, with a touch of melancholy in her eyes, the whole portrait was as fresh as life, the lines were clear and soft, except that there was no color, it was simply a copy of yourself.

And there is a poem in the right margin of the painting, which is also written in charcoal, and the strokes are vigorous and powerful, but it is a font she has never seen before-silent when we meet, and a hibiscus is in the autumn rain. The small halo is red and the tide is slanted, and the heart is only phoenix. Waiting to be called low, straight for the condensation of fear of people to see. If you want to complain about your feelings, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

The place of payment is Suzhou Xu Zizhen.

"This!" Wen Xian was completely shocked and couldn't help herself, this was really painted by the disciple of Nadeng?