The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Ban Lao blindly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in an orderly manner. The good rice paper on the table and the cinnabar green market are all expensive. He quickly polished the ink and placed it on the wine table with rounded corners.

The painting is too casual, the brushstrokes are free and easy, very like the way of a witch, and it looks very unreliable.

Even Fang Cun regretted letting him do the portrait, he didn't need to think about this posture, the abstract lines on the rice paper must be hard to understand.

Soon, the last stroke fell, Ban Lao blindly threw the pen in his hand into the flagon, and the ink spread rapidly, staining the flagon black.

The drinkers next to me were quiet for a second, and then they all praised, "It's beautiful."

Sitting on the verge of falling asleep, Gan Ting half leaned on Fang Cun's body, squinted sleepily, looking at the painting in front of him.

In the painting, the square-inch son is facing the wind and the jade tree, elegant and elegant, and the silver-grey brocade robe shines brightly under the sunlight.

If you don't say it's a tavern, you really think it's in a quiet bamboo forest. The two young masters are resting in the forest, and the painting is sealed, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

Gan Ting looked at the painting, a little lost in thought.

Fang Cun pointed at the two people on the painting, and shouted, "Look, Ah Ting, how much they love each other!"

Gan Ting hit it with one punch.

The rich grandpa who came to hide from the rain smiled and said: "It seems that this half-blind man is not old enough, why don't you come to my house tomorrow to draw a picture of spring scenery? The price is easy to negotiate."

The drinkers around joked, "Mr. Liu, you are not serious again hahahaha."

The hall roared with laughter, and the atmosphere of the entire tavern eased because of this painting.

Fang Cun rolled up the painting lightly, tied it with a rope, and then handed an ingot of gold to Old Blind Ban.

The old man waved his hands blindly, "It's too much, I'll just take the wine money."

Fang Cun insisted: "There are good wines and bad wines, so let's eat a pot of good wine. The taste of the wine mixed with white water is too bad."

The drinkers around were amazed when they saw this pure and bright gold:

"Worthy of being a distinguished guest of the prefect's mansion, it's a generous move."

"Yeah, this money is enough for a half-blind man to nourish himself for the rest of his life."

"Now there is not only enough money for the wine, but also enough money for the coffin."

Ban Lao blindly glanced down at Jin Zi, "Are you Qin Wu's guest?"

"Hmm..." Fang Cun hesitated for a moment, "Yes."

"hiss--!"

The rice paper was torn apart blindly by the old man and split into two.

"Hey you!"

Before Fang Cun could stop him, the old man tore up all the paintings and scattered them in the air, breaking the pieces of paper.

"Bah! Bad luck!"

The old man cursed blindly, snatched the gold and smashed it on the ground, turned around and ignored the heavy rain outside, braved the rain, and left.

After being made such a fuss by him, Fang Cun didn't know what was going on, and the drinker next to him was also stunned.

Looking at the broken pieces of paper all over the floor, Fang Cun wanted to squat down and pick them up, but Gan Ting stopped him, "Don't pick them up."

Fang Cun said in a low voice: "But I want to keep a souvenir..."

Gan Ting pulled him up, "It's already been torn like this, it's useless to keep it."

Holding a few torn pieces of paper, Fang Cun asked the drinker next to him, "Do you know where Ban Lao Blind lives?"

The drinkers replied enthusiastically, "It's far, it's far, it's more than ten miles away from here."

Fang Cun was a little surprised, "It's so far away, what is he doing here? Just for this jug of wine?"

The drinkers next to him were playing around, "How is it possible, he, even though he was cursing, he actually wanted to sneak a peek at the eunuch's mansion from afar."

"Prefect?..."

Fang Cun still bent down and collected all the broken pieces of paper on the ground, and put them in his cuffs.

Gan Ting stopped the rain outside. As soon as the rain stopped, the people hiding from the rain scattered away, and the tavern gradually became quiet.

After returning to the prefect's mansion, Fang Cun changed out of his soaked clothes, and immediately sat down at the table and began to do puzzles seriously.

Luckily, Banlao didn’t torn it into pieces. He didn’t have a lot of time to put together half of it. He could see the face clearly. There were still some blank spaces that he couldn’t find where to put them. Compare and match. , a look of swearing not to give up if you don't spell it out.

Sitting next to him, Gan Ting was quite relaxed.

"squeak--"

The sound of the door being pushed open made Qin Gaoyang rush in, followed by howling ghosts and howling, "Brother Fang Cun, Xu Qing is gone again. Where is he going? Is there any danger? Have you eaten before you leave?"

Fang Cun didn't raise his head, "Don't worry, he's doing well."

Qin Gaoyang wiped his nose and tears, and moved to Fang Cun curiously, "Brother Fang Cun, what is this?"

Ling Ling Zong Zong has already been pieced together by Fang Cun, and the prototype can be seen, but there are still a few small fragments left, which is really hard to start with.

"I seem to have seen this kind of skillful painting style somewhere." Qin Gaoyang touched his chin, and suddenly said after a while, "I remembered, it was in my father's study, and there are many hidden there."

Fang Cun finally stopped what he was doing and raised his head, "Gao Yang, can I go and have a look?"

Qin Gaoyang said happily: "Okay!"

Gan Ting reminded, "You have to meddle in your own business again."

Fang Cun put down the shredded paper, "I want to help a bunch of old and blind people."

"Half of his body has been buried in the ground, how can you help him?"

"Hmm..." Fang Cun thought for a while, "You also said that he was half buried in the ground. Looking at his condition, I'm afraid he has only a few days to go. At least let him go without regrets."

Gan Ting sized him up carefully and concluded, "You are really a kind person."

"Others confiscated money for our portraits, so it is right to help him."

Before Fang Cun's fighting spirit was high, Gan Ting poured a basin of cold water.

"He has a divine position on him, and he came down to the mortal world to endure calamities, and he is destined to be alone all his life, no matter how much you help him, it will be useless."

Fang Cun thought for a while, no wonder he felt so familiar with Ban Laoxia, he had met him in the heaven, and said: "How can there be so many destiny in this world, I just want to help him because of his pity, if it's really useless, what's more? Not too late."

Qin Gaoyang didn't know what they were talking about, so he suggested, "But before we enter the study, we need to find someone else."

Fang Cun said, "Who?"

Qin Gaoyang smiled lewdly.

Of course it's money, the almighty crown prince who takes the blame.

Qin Gaoyang was afraid that his father would find out, so he skinned him. With the crown prince around, he became bolder in an instant.

In the past, he was killed first and played later, but now he is directly asked to take the blame for the crime, and the money is hard to tell.

Qin Gaoyang sneaked around, pushed open the door of the study like a thief, and took a peek inside, "My father loves his paintings, he never let me go, once I entered he would yell at me once."

Fang Cun felt that the eunuch's tall and mighty body must be very painful when he hit someone, "Then let's forget it, so as to save you from being scolded."

"That can't be done, he won't let me in, so I just want to go in, besides, there is still the prince here, what are you afraid of." Qin Gaoyang chuckled.

Qian Jian rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

Gan Ting patted Qian Jian on the shoulder from behind, expressing his sympathy.

"Brother Fang Cun, please come in."

The exterior of the study blends with the elegant prefect's mansion, but I didn't expect that the interior decoration is rich and colorful, and those who don't know it may think it is some corrupt official who is corrupt.

But there are only lifelike paintings hanging here, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are so-called Iraqi people, and small courtyards with red walls.

Fang Cun was amazed as he visited, "Oh my God, this is not a study, this is clearly a gallery."

Qin Gaoyang said: "It's really beautiful, but since I can remember, the paintings in the study haven't been changed, it's always been these few, and I get tired of looking at them for a long time."

Fang Cun stopped in front of a picture of mountains, and was stunned by the unearthly beauty of mountains, rivers, seas and sky in the painting, "Is this one?"

Qin Gaoyang pondered for a moment, then introduced: "This is my father's favorite painting, what is it I heard?...Master, yes, where the master drew it for him decades ago."

"Decades ago?" Qian Jian looked at it for a long time and was amazed. "The color of the paint on it has not faded much, and it is still very gorgeous. I think it is well preserved."

Qin Gaoyang raised his head, "Of course, my father is very rare about this painting. He hides it in the study every day, treating it like a treasure, so he almost confessed."

"Qin! Gao! Yang!"

A roar interrupted Young Master Qin's pride, and he didn't dare to say anything for a moment. Who was the prefect? ​​Xianyang City would tremble three times when he came down from the thunderous anger, and he was afraid of Fangcun, so he quickly hid behind Qian Jian.

The main hall of the prefect's mansion.

Qin Gaoyang lowered his head, and was scolded all over his face. It could be seen that the eunuch Qin Wu was holding back the idea of ​​making trouble, so he didn't scold Qian Jian together, but he still gritted his teeth.

"If His Highness the Crown Prince likes these paintings, the Minister can give them to you. If you encounter a servant who is not good-looking and doesn't know you, and treats you as a thief and arrests you, beats you, and hurts you, I will give you ten orders." I can't bear it."

Inside and outside the words, I want to grab Qian Jian and beat him up.

Although trespassing into the study room was not Qian Jian's idea, he still apologized slightly, "It is indeed our rudeness to enter the study room without permission."

"His Royal Highness is serious." Qian Jian apologized so sincerely, and Qin Wu couldn't pursue it further, so they both took a step back and said, "I don't know why the prince went to the study. If you are interested in the paintings in the study, the prince You can take whichever you like."

The square inch is tight, "The prince said he likes the landscape painting hanging in the middle."

"This..." Qin Wu's face became ugly again, "If His Royal Highness likes that look, I will pardon the death penalty, and I can't bear to part with it."

Qian Jian still wanted to say it's okay, but a cold word interrupted him.

"Why." Gan Ting's face was very indifferent.

Qin Wu is very good at observing words and expressions, knowing that Gan Ting is not as easy to fool as the others, so he honestly confessed, "That painting... has been with me for most of my life, so I feel somewhat reluctant."

Gan Ting continued: "The prefect knows half-old blind."

"I know him, but I haven't seen him in half my life, so I don't remember clearly." Qin Wu raised his head and suddenly felt strange, "He's so good, why did he mention him? Did he bump into the young master in a crazy way?"

"Since you said you don't remember clearly, why do you know he is crazy?"

Qin Wu didn't speak any more, and after a while, he said calmly, "It's just something I heard, nothing else."