"Wu Dalang, Xiao Guanren, Xiao Chen, please come with the slave."

Pan Qiaolian's pleasant voice rang out, Wu Haogu turned his head to look over, and saw that Pan Qiaolian and her little maid Xiao Bottler were already standing at the staircase leading to the second floor of the pavilion.

Wu Haogu held a shelf in one hand and a cage in the other, and walked up with Pan Qiaolian. The Xiaomi official was also prepared, and his own scholar went upstairs with the cage for him. Chen Bao didn't carry painting tools, but it didn't matter, Pan Daguan had already prepared the four treasures of the study and the glue alum water upstairs, and they were all of the highest quality, so he walked at the end by himself shaking a paper fan, and he looked chic.

The area of the second floor of the pavilion is the same as the first floor, the windows are all open, and there are no curtains, which makes it appear spacious and bright. Outside the window is an overgrown yard, with no one to cook and nothing to look at. A little farther away, there is a nice pool, a pool of living water connected to the Jinshui River, very clear. There is also a small bridge with twists and turns on the top of the pool, and there are rockeries on the side.

Wu Haogu clearly remembered that he had been there when he was a child, chasing Pan Qiaolian on the bridge, playing hide and seek in the rockery, and once Pan Qiaolian also fell into the water, he jumped into the pool and fished her up......

"There are two book cases here, one for each of you except Xiao Guan and Xiao Chen." Pan Qiaolian opened her mouth with a smile, and assigned the two bookcases placed in the middle of the pavilion to Mi Youren and Chen Bao.

These two bookcases were originally prepared for Wu Haogu and Mi Youren, but Pan Qiaolian knew that Wu Haogu was now painting with a strange easel, so she opened up another place in the pavilion and placed a desk and a rose chair for Wu Haogu to use. So there was an extra book case, which was just for Chen Bao.

"Brother Dawu," Pan Qiaolian smiled softly at Wu Haogu, stretched out her jade hand and pointed to the rose chair placed next to a tall table and said, "Can you sit here?" ”

"Okay." Wu Haogu smiled, and sat down on the chair pointed by Pan Qiaolian, "Eighteenth sister, you can sit too." ”

Pan Qiaolian is a model for today's photo, of course, wearing clothes...... There are a lot of gowns, long skirts, and bandeau tops, and when I heard the words, I sat down upright on a couch, and a charming and beautiful face was also slightly stiffened.

Her posture is the standard posture of character portraits, and when she paints standard portraits of officials, queen mothers, and heroes, people say that she sits upright like this, and they all have a straight face, and they don't give a smile at all.

This is called the solemnity of the treasure. Who has ever seen a portrait of a prince with a hippie smile?

However, the pair of bright eyes that could talk still couldn't hide their deep affection for Wu Haogu.

The two of them are now privately agreeing for life...... Portrait of a beloved woman is probably one of the happiest things you can ever do as a painter.

When Wu Haogu picked up the charcoal strip, he knew that his artistic career was about to reach a peak.

This will be a realistic portrait portrait full of emotion.

Wu Haogu painted a lot of beauties in his previous life (most of them painted photos), but those beauties were all from other people, so he was just addicted. Therefore, it is impossible to really inject emotion into the brush, and the picture drawn is like a picture, but there is always some lack of charm.

But today, he painted Pan Qiaolian, the favorite in this life.

Wu Haogu was completely immersed in painting, and Pan Qiaolian was also completely immersed in it, looking at Lang Jun intently, and his originally flat face unconsciously smiled.

However, this smile is only aimed at Wu Haogu alone.

Therefore, Wu Dalang's Pan Qiaolian is no longer the appearance of being able to go to the "ancestor statue", but a young girl who is meeting her lover.

The shyness, the delicateness, the desire to refuse and welcome, the immersion and incomprehension, all jumped on the page.

After flirting with Wu Haogu for a while, Pan Qiaolian had long forgotten the solemnity of Baoxiang, and a charming smile appeared on her pretty face.

And when Mi Youren saw Pan Qiaolian's flattering smile, he was not very angry. Although Pan Qiaolian is a tiger girl, her appearance is a little charming, and when she laughs, she is even more charming to the bone.

This Pan Qiaolian's coquettishness is certainly an intoxicating and gentle township for Wu Haogu, but for Mi Youren, a spectator, it is undoubtedly a bit torturous.

Moreover, he vaguely knew that Wu Haogu was planning to use himself as a stepping stone to fame!

Thinking of this, the brush in his hand unconsciously brought a little jealousy, and Pan Qiaolian in his pen also "lived", but he painted not a girl in love, but a fox woman with red apricots out of the wall.

As for Chen Bao, he painted the most seriously. Under the guidance of his father Chen Youwen, Chen Bao trained as a court painter when he was a child.

And the court painters must study, in addition to the decorative paintings such as "Huang Family Wealth", is the portrait portrait - that is, the kind of Gongbi portrait that can be used in the Taimiao Temple for future generations to admire.

Therefore, Chen Bao's portrait picture is actually very good, if it weren't for Wu Haogu, a "humanoid camera" who mastered the ultra-realistic painting of later generations, the first half of his life would have been smooth......

……

While Wu Haogu, Mi Youren and Chen Bao were painting upstairs, the people on the ground floor of the pavilion were chatting.

Today's fight painting, in fact, is the same as the poetry meeting and tea party, which is a gathering of the upper class society in Kaifeng Mansion.

The competition between Wu Haogu and others is just a lively one, and a group of talented relatives and nobles contact each other, and exchanging news is a serious matter.

"Where is Ji Xiu?"

Liu Youfang is a "literary eunuch", and he has been dealing with scholars for a long time, and his speech is not only crepe, but also soft and soft, which is very comfortable to listen to.

"Down there, it's the Pingjiang Army." Ji Yizhi replied with a smile.

Pingjiang is Suzhou, which is famous for its cultural gathering. That's a place where talented and beautiful people walk everywhere......

can be recommended to Taixue by the official school of the Pingjiang Army, either he is really talented, or he has a super powerful father!

Liu Youfang suddenly had a little more respect for this talented Ji Dacai who suddenly appeared, and asked with a smile: "What is Ji Xiucai's family doing?" ”

"It's not worth mentioning."

The status of merchants in the Song Dynasty was not low, but after all, they could not be compared with dignified scholars.

"Deputy Liu knows that the Ji family is the richest man in Pingjiang." Pan Daguan on the side added with a smile, "His family has a lot of business, grain shops, salt shops, gold and silver silk shops, weaving mills, ...... In Pingjiang, it can be called Ji Bancheng. ”

"Oh, disrespect, disrespect."

Liu Youfang nodded, thinking: How much virtue can make a lot of money, this reason is common in the world.

The Ji family can become the richest man in Pingjiang, and they will inevitably have a big family in the local area, and maybe there will be high-ranking officials in the DPRK and China to back them up. Such a character should still be co-opted and befriended.

"Zicheng (Pan Daguanren's name Zicheng), I heard that you have been very hard to support the Japanese army these days, is it true that you will be transferred to the west?"

At this time, Wang Xu, the horse, chatted with Pan Xiao'an about things in the army. He and Pan Xiao'an were both military ministers who defended the Great Song Dynasty, and they naturally had some interest in military affairs.

Pan Xiao'an smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't be afraid to transfer to the west of the little nephew, can the old minister really let the Japanese army go into battle?"

What is really scary now is that there is a police ...... in the north."

"North? Liao? Wang Shu said, "It's been stable for almost a hundred years." ”

Pan Xiao'an nodded, "Isn't it?" However, the merchants who came back from Yanyun said that the Jingzhou army of the Liao State was also practicing day and night to attack the city, which was a sign that the army was going to invade the south. ”

The Jingzhou Army, also known as the Wuzhou Township Army, is a strong army composed of strong men of the Han and Bohai ethnic groups in the five prefectures and counties of Linhuang, Liaoyang, Zhongjing, Xijin, and Datong. Theoretically, the combat effectiveness cannot be compared with the palace tent army, and it belongs to the cannon fodder troops, but when attacking the fortified city, they are usually the ones who go out.

Therefore, when the news of Liao's mobilization of Jingzhou soldiers came, the Great Song Dynasty had to be on guard.

"I don't think the Liao soldiers will come." It was the student Ji Yizhi who interjected.

He smiled and said: "The Liao Song League has been good for more than 90 years, and the military revolution is not prosperous. Now there are police in the north, but they are dealing with the western thieves, and they will not abandon their friendship and become enemies.

Besides, the Western Army is exhausted from fighting Hengshan, and if you want to fight Xingqing Mansion and Lingzhou, you are afraid that you will repeat the mistake of the five-way summer attack in the year of Yuanfeng. The two ministers have experienced Yuanfeng's old age, and they are old, how can they not know that they will accept it when they see it? ”

"Reasonable, reasonable."

After commenting, sure enough, the head was the way, and everyone sitting there immediately looked at this person with admiration.

Just as Pan Xiao'an wanted to continue to ask questions, the sound of the stairs sounded, and he saw Chen Youwu's son Chen Bao holding an unfolded painting and the first to walk down.