Kaifeng.

Winter rains continue.

The spring rain is like an edict, the summer rain is like a forgiveness, the autumn rain is like an elegy, and the winter rain is only a piece that cannot bear to be said and cannot be said.

Winter rain always gives people a miserable and desolate feeling.

The winter rain began to fall in the morning, and it did not stop in the afternoon, and the biting chill spread as a result, and the world was bleak.

Outside Kaifeng City, on the bank of the Jinshui River, on a muddy path, a man wearing a moon-white robe and holding an oil-paper umbrella is walking alone among the trees.

This place is located in the west of Kaifeng City, only a few miles away from the northwest water gate of the outer city of Kaifeng Prefecture, and the tall city wall can be seen in the distance. Because the Jinshui River is navigable most of the year, it is also very convenient to enter the city from here, just by boating.

However, there are not too many residents here, and on both sides of the Jinshui River, there are large empty trees and jungles, which are full of wild interest. And among the woods, there are scattered garden mansions, all of which are the villas of the magnates of Kaifeng Mansion.

The white-clothed man with an umbrella walked out of the forest path, and an osmanthus tree stood quietly in the winter rain appeared in front of him, the leaves were watered bright by the winter rain, and the whole forest was full of green vitality, even if the winter rain gradually turned into winter snow.

Walking through this osmanthus forest, you will see a small building. The small building is built against a gentle slope, surrounded by trees, very elegant, and there is a fence wall outside the building that only reaches the shoulders of people, blocking the idle people, etc., but does not completely cover the scenery outside the wall.

The man in white didn't stop, and walked straight to the small building.

Under the dripping eaves of the small building, he collected the paper umbrella and showed his appearance, which turned out to be the brother Gao Yu, whom Wu Haogu had not seen for many days. With Keju's good skills and a set of good means of dealing with the world, he is now a celebrity in front of Duanwang Zhao Ji, but today I don't know why, his cheeks that always have a smile on his face are slightly helpless with a bitter smile.

He looked up at the lead-gray sky, sighed, shook the rain on his umbrella, pushed open the door of the small building and walked in. The building was quiet, except for a strong man in green clothes with a sword facing the door, sitting on a rose chair, his face hidden in the shadows, unable to see clearly.

Gao Yu said: "It's me, Gao Yu." ”

"Got it." The man in Tsing Yi only replied with three words, and then stopped talking.

At this time, the stairs suddenly sounded gently, someone went downstairs, the person had not yet arrived, the fragrance was so fragrant, and then I saw the skirt swaying, the ring was tinkling, and a bright and moving bewitching woman came down from the stairs, this woman had a jade-colored jacket, a water-red skirt, holding a fan, and her posture was enchanting, like the fairy Shanshan in the sky.

"Ah, it's the Spring Lady." Gao Yu hurriedly put on a smiling face and saluted.

The woman he called the Spring Lady, her name is **Lan, and she doesn't know what her surname is. She is around twenty-five or sixteen this year, which is the most charming age. She was originally a maid beside the Empress Dowager Xiang, not only with a beautiful appearance, but also proficient in writing and ink, which was deeply liked by the Empress Dowager, and was later given to Zhao Ji by the Empress Dowager Xiang.

"Ah, it's Big Brother Gao, the king is talking about you." Chunlan smiled and turned around slightly, "Let's come with the slave." ”

It turned out that the big car of Duan Wang Zhao Ji was in this small building located outside Kaifeng City, near the Jinshui River.

Gao Yu went up to the second floor with Chunlan, the second floor of the small building was extremely elegant, the walls were decorated with Xiangfei bamboo transported from the south of the Yangtze River, and there were several pieces of calligraphy and paintings, one of which was the "Pan Qiaolian Photo" of Wuhao Ancient Painting.

The room was still floating with the intoxicating smell of incense and tea mixed incense, a tall figure with his back to the stairs, and a triangular easel in front of him, on which there was a drawing board, on which was pasted with raw and cooked rice paper, which had been drafted with carbon strips, and was painted by Pan Qiaolian.

Gao Yu and Chunlan's footsteps still startled the person who was painting, and the person didn't look back, but just asked lightly: "Is it Gao Yu?" ”

"It's the little bottom." Gao Yu stood with his hands down behind the man, and said respectfully, "Xiao Di has just returned from Pan's Mansion, and Pan Xiao'an and Pan Qiaolian have already returned from the Daimyo's Mansion. ”

Of course, Pan Xiao'an can't say that the sister went on a trip with her boyfriend Wu Haogu, if she did, what princess did Pan Qiaolian choose? Therefore, the external caliber of the Pan family is that Pan Qiaolian went to the Daimyo Mansion to save her relatives.

"The winter rain is bitter cold, I'm afraid I'm tired of the beauty." The man with a tall back stood up and turned his body, it was Zhao Ji, the king of the Great Song Dynasty.

"I haven't been bitter about Mrs. Pan," Gao Yu said, "Xiao Di also saw her today, and she is in good spirits...... King, do you want to invite her to meet? ”

"No," Zhao Ji shook his head and said with a smile, "No, this is not appropriate...... Outsiders know to gossip. ”

Gao Yu thought for a while, and then said: "Wang, as far as Xiao Di knows, this Pan lady sometimes sits in the Pan family's gold, silver, silk and silk shop in Jieshen Lane......"

"Hmm," Zhao Ji nodded, "Then go see her under a different name...... If you can't see a real person, you can't copy a painting, it's always a shame! ”

It turns out that these days, Zhao Ji is almost obsessed with "Pan Qiaolian Photo", copying every day, there are always more than a dozen of them, but none of them are in place.

"King, in fact, your painting already has the charm of the martial arts," Gao Yu flattered, "It's still not a good ...... If you meet a real person, you will definitely be able to draw it. ”

Zhao Ji nodded, "It should be so...... Even if Wu Haogu is a genius, he is only twenty years old, how much skill can he have?

By the way, where is he now? When can I go back to Kaifeng Mansion? ”

"He has now arrived at the Daimyo's Mansion, and in about seven or eight days, he can return to Kaifeng Mansion."

"Seven or eight days......" Zhao Ji thought for a moment, "You go and arrange it, and tomorrow you will visit Pan Niangzi!" ”

"Whoa!" Gao Yu answered, walked backwards out of the house, and then went downstairs and went out.

King Duan wants to see Pan Qiaolian tomorrow, so he has to brave the rain and snow to enter Kaifeng Mansion again, and go to find Pan Daguan's good life arrangement.

Watching Gao Yu leave, Zhao Ji turned around and walked to his easel, staring at the portrait drawn with carbon strips on rice paper, looking at it repeatedly.

After looking at it for a long time, he said to Chunlan behind him: "Chunlan, look, who is better between my painting and Wuhao's ancient painting?" ”

Chunlan smiled and said: "Now it's Wu Hao's ancient painting is good, but the king is making rapid progress, and in a few days, he can do his best, slave and maid congratulations to the king, congratulations to the king." ”

Zhao Ji turned back to Chunlan and said, "When that Wu Haogu returns to Kaifeng Mansion, I will use my name to find him to try one or two, what do you think?" ”

It turns out that Zhao Ji is not Mi Youren, although he is talented, but his vision is still not as good as that of the Mi family father and son - the Mi family father and son are the authors of "History of Painting" and "History of Books", and the attainment of counterfeiting and copying is one of the best in Chinese history. This vision of looking at the painting is naturally high, and he can see the gap between himself and Wu Haogu at a glance, so he obediently learns from the teacher.

But what kind of person is King Duan? That is a heavenly nobleman who has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, although he is obsessed with calligraphy and painting, but his heart is much higher than ordinary people, and he will naturally not give in easily. And he is indeed talented, no one teaches him, and he actually drew "Pan Qiaolian Photo" to seven or eight images just by copying. But there are still two or three percent, but they can't be painted at all. After thinking about it, Zhao Ji felt that the problem was that he didn't paint according to real people.

So I thought about finding Pan Qiaolian herself and painting it, and planned to go to Wuhao Gu to try one or two after the painting was familiar.

The beauty named ** Lan also coaxed Zhao Ji to be happy at this time, and giggled: "That surnamed Wu can lose to the king, it's really a blessing for three lives." ”

Zhao Ji laughed: "Maybe I'm losing?" ”

Chunlan smiled: "How is that possible? The king is talented, literary and graceful, who can compare with everyone since ancient times? How could you lose to a painting seller on Panlou Street? ”