It's not that I want to fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

The rain was pouring down.

Open the oil-paper umbrella, the rain will be louder.

Where the umbrella can't cover, there are sparse raindrops, and the coolness is bit by bit, not strong.

Stepping on the bluestone slabs, the cloth shoes with a thousand-ply bottom are splashed with rainwater and fall on the plain white uppers, making them feel damp.

Chunyu is like this.Annoying for no reason.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of Changle Alley.The people living in this area are all literati, or officials who lead dignitary errands, so the horse-drawn carriages look ordinary, not as gorgeous as the ones used by wealthy businessmen to travel.

The people in the car raised the curtains, and the wind threw rain on them.On the contrary, he can see it openly, thinking that it is rare to have such humid weather in the north, so it is okay to get close to it.

When the carriage turned a corner earlier, he happened to see the figure of an acquaintance, so he called for someone to stop the carriage.He probed and saw that he was right, and immediately asked loudly: "Brother Qing Yun, are you going to Prince Ning's Mansion?"

The person holding the butter paper umbrella raised the umbrella to reveal a delicate face.He held an umbrella in one hand, but held a painting scroll in the other.To protect the painting scroll in such an all-pervasive rain curtain, the umbrella is tilted to one side, and the shoulders on the other side are already half-wet, looking embarrassed.

"Thank you."

The people who were shouted quickly got into the carriage.The rain slid down the handles of the umbrellas, and a small puddle formed on the wooden planks of the carriage.

Knowing that the other party took him for a ride out of good intentions, the visitor had no choice but to put away all his boredom and forced a smile: "I'm really sorry."

"It just so happens that I have an appointment with King Ning for a hand-to-hand conversation today, and I'm on the way." The owner of the carriage didn't care about the tide in the carriage, and took it with a smile, "Brother Qing Yun, should you teach your son how to paint?"

Lin Chao originally had a seven-point headache, but it became very disturbed by his mouthfuls of brother Qing Yun.

Since waking up in a strange bed this morning, and slowly recalling what happened before his death, his mood has been wandering around the time of Huang Meitian in June.He thought that he could see a completely different world like Liu Ruan who strayed into Taoyuan, but he didn't expect that the so-called system task world was so similar to the one he had before.Although the official systems of dynasties are not the same, there are familiar scenery everywhere.The wind and dust all over the city floated into his heart along with the familiar bluestone roads, tiles with lotus patterns, and bamboo bone oiled paper umbrellas, accumulating in the pond.

What makes him even more unable to face is that the person he wants to help is also a member of the royal family.The current Prince Ning's son, the future Emperor of Southern Chu.

He is a subjugated king, where does he have the ability to teach a person who will become the founding king in the future?

Although the teaching is nothing more than calligraphy and painting, the future Mingzhu is only a child less than ten years old.

Yang Qingshan, the Imperial Academy offering wine, casually looked at the young man sitting across from him.The narrow space in the carriage made it impossible for the other party to keep the distance between them too far no matter how much they tried.

The raindrops on his face were wiped away by the long sleeves, but the dark blue robe could only let it get damp.The whole body, not a drop of water, probably only the painting scroll.

"Brother Qingyun, can I borrow the painting for a look?"

Lin Chao shoved the scroll almost roughly into his hand, begging the other party not to call him anymore.One or two of those Qingliu ministers who were bold would call him by his name to flaunt their integrity.There is only this word that is picked up at leisure, and no one has called it many times.

What is tied to the word "Qing Yun" are all past events that cannot be looked back.

After several layers of clouds and mist, it can turn around in a similar scene, revealing a hideous face.

Yang Qingshan on the other end untied the green rope of the outer system, and slowly rolled out the painting scroll.

A picture of grapes in ink.

The old vines are scattered, and the brush and ink are smooth, which is a great freehand brushwork.

It wasn't until he finished reading the inscriptions on the left that Yang Qingshan let out a heavy breath, his voice rasping: "This...is Brother Qingyun's masterpiece?"

"No." Lin Chao said coldly.

"That's right, brother Qing Yun was young and successful, so he definitely wouldn't have such despondent thoughts." Yang Qingshan reluctantly rolled up the scroll and returned it.

Having been down and out for half his life, he has become an old man, and his independent study is like the evening wind.There is nowhere to sell the pearl at the bottom of the pen, and it is thrown among the wild vines. [Note]

Lin Chao also thought of the inscription on the painting, and couldn't help sighing heavily.This is a verse that a down-and-out literati occasionally complains about, but it is an indispensable prop that will cause waves in the future.

King Ning, who is a compatriot with the current Shengshang, was seen by interested people because of the painting hanging in the study, and made a contribution in front of the Shengshang.The emperor, who was already a bit jealous of his younger brother, dispatched him to Lingnan with an imperial decree.There is a lot of miasma in Lingnan. King Ning passed away due to illness the year after he was moved to become King of Lingnan. Whether it was a long-term cure or a victim of others, there are still different opinions after many years.No matter what the cause of King Ning's death is, in the hearts of Prince Ning's son, the blame is likely to be attributed to the current emperor, otherwise he will rebel in the future, and he will not be so merciless.

Now, this painting is going to be sent to King Ning's mansion by himself.

"May I ask, who wrote this painting?" Yang Qingshan thought about it carefully for a long time, but he still couldn't hold it back.He himself is not good at painting, but he still has some attainments in appreciating it. Now he is very happy to see Lie Xin, and he really wants to get acquainted with the master who made this painting.

"My master." Lin Chao simply closed his eyes after throwing down the two words, ignoring the Imperial College's offer of wine, who was dumbfounded by reading the scriptures.

"No wonder, no wonder..." Yang Qingshan stroked his beard and sighed, "Anyone who can teach a national player is still a national player after all..."

He had seen this young man at the Gathering in Prince Ning's Mansion a few days ago.At that time, I just thought that he was a son of some rich family who mixed in to be arty, but after being recommended by others, I realized that this young man who seemed to be in his early twenties was already a generation of national players.

Later, when he came across a picture of a lady from the former dynasty signed "Qing Yun", Yang Qingshan did not hesitate to exchange it with his colleagues from Tongbo Mountain in his family's collection.Since then, it has been hung in the study and observed every day.

The beautiful woman smiled and looked back, the skill of applying powder on the back was really exhausted.

It was because of his admiration that he invited the other party to get into his carriage when he saw the other party driving in the rain.

It's a pity that even though the person who invited has all kinds of admiration, it's hard to say it.And the person who was invited was in a bad mood, and even pursed his lips tightly.

Until the carriage stopped at the gate of King Ning's Mansion, the two of them didn't talk any more.

"Brother Qingyun, please go first."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Chao jumped out of the carriage.Yang Qingshan was stunned, and shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that such an extraordinary person always has an extraordinary temperament, if he is so immersed in the meaning of the scriptures all day, the other party may think it is very pedantic, and he will not want to get close.

Lin Chao jumped out of the carriage, and saw the huge black gold plaque in Prince Ning's Mansion, as well as two stone lions at the door that were not much different from what he remembered.

It is as majestic as a lion, and it is the style that the royal family likes.His eyes widened with anger, wishing he could peel and eat people.

Lin Chao almost forgot to hold an umbrella and let the rain hit him.

Yang Qingshan, who got out of the car one step later, saw him, and hurried forward two steps, covering him with an umbrella: "Don't get the painting wet!"

Only then did Lin Chao smile at him.This Guozijian sacrificial wine is really a bit silly, much cuter than the old master who is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

The two said goodbye after being welcomed into the mansion by the servants.

Yang Qingshan went directly to talk with King Ning, while Lin Chao bypassed the back room and walked into the study of the young master of the mansion.

Through the window lattice on the corridor, Lin Chao saw a small, white figure.

When he walked to the door, he found that Prince Ning was already sitting on the bench and waiting.He is clearly still a child in stature, but he is sitting upright, already looking like a scholar who studies scriptures in the Imperial College.

It's just too small.

Sitting on a high chair, his feet can't reach the ground, and he is hanging around in the air.

"master."

Seeing someone coming at the door, the child jumped off the high chair, and made a dignified salute.

The embarrassing one is Lin Chao.In the past, when people saw him, they would kneel down three times and kowtow nine times. He just waved his hand as a gesture to excuse him. There was no need to return the salute.But at the moment, it's easy to learn from others.

After coughing twice, Lin Chao walked to the desk and asked, "Have you finished the painting of the phoenix-wearing peony that was arranged yesterday?"

The child took down a scroll from the red sandalwood cabinet at the side, raised his hands respectfully, and handed it to Lin Chao.

Lin Chao put aside the painting scroll he brought, and looked at the painting copied by the child.

The child was a little curious about the painting scroll brought by Lin Chao, but he hid his expression well. On the surface, he still pursed his lips, obediently, waiting for his master to teach him.

Before Lin Chao was alive, he studied painting with the Taifu for two years, but his level was only so-so, and he could draw a complete look.Now that he can guide Prince Ning's work so calmly and leisurely, the main reason is that he has confidence in the flowery frame that he has been influenced by his uncle who is a painting idiot for many years.

How else can we say that if a soldier destroys one, he will destroy a whole nest.

As the worst bunch of people in the whole world, not to mention that he himself is a fool, his father and his father's father are also fools.It is rare to have an uncle who is praised by scholars all over the world. What is praised is not his skill in governing the country, but Danqing's trivial skills.

When he was young, Lin Chao felt bored when he had nothing to do, so he often slipped out when the master was dozing off, and went to the imperial garden to watch his uncle paint.

Thinking of his childhood "joy in bitterness", Lin Chao couldn't help being a little envious of this Prince Ning's son.

Today's Holy Majesty won the battle of seizing the heirloom, and he didn't attack his fellow brothers, but just cut off his power and kept the other party in the capital.King Ning is knowledgeable and interesting, and has insisted on being a rich and idle person for many years. Most of the people who come and go with him on weekdays are literati and celebrities.

King Ning has such demands on himself, and the same demands on his children.King Ning didn't bother to put his son in the palace as a companion, nor did he hire a well-connected Mingjing Confucian to teach the scriptures. Danqing, Qin Xiao.

A picture of wanting to support his own son alive.

Lin Chao could feel that this was an insightful knowledge of the world, and it was a way for King Ning to protect himself wisely. If he was the son of the prince, he would be so happy.But the real Prince Ning's son Zhao Tuo obviously didn't think so.

The man was as serious as a child.

Mingming really wanted to open the painting scroll he brought to take a look, but he stiffened his neck and refused to tilt his head at all.

Lin Chao was amused to see the child glance to the side from time to time.