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"Take it as a joke."

Jie Ao took the wind lantern in Su Shiqing's hand, lit it, and sent it to the sky lightly. The wind lantern slowly rose in the dark blue night sky, becoming the brightest one in their eyes.

"This is really...a great wish!" Su Shiqing praised, "So you still have such an ambition."

Tonight's revelation really made him look a little different.

Jie Ao has long been used to being sincere and not being understood by others, but he didn't expect Su Shiqing to praise him, and his eyes under the messy bangs instantly lit up.

Su Shiqing asked earnestly: "But how can we create such a world?"

Jie Ao turned his eyes to the pen in his hand: "Our hands can not only create all kinds of beautiful things on paper, but also realize them, can't they?"

Su Shiqing stared closely at Jie Ao's handsome side face, although she couldn't see his expression clearly at this time, she could still feel that it must be full of fighting spirit.

Thinking of this, Su Shiqing's heart is also full of ambition to change the world with the brush in his hand.

Shao Erxue looked at Su Shiqing's gaze at Jie Ao, and a feeling of jealousy welled up in his heart. This kind of emotion that he had never had before made him surprised and uneasy, and this kind of thing happened to Su Shiqing more than once. Could it be that he really To Su Shiqing...?

But he immediately denied his own thoughts, maybe it was only because Su Shiqing was his rare confidant that such emotions appeared, so he pretended that nothing happened, and walked over with a bright expression.

"After setting off the last lantern, we'll go to the bar for a drink."

It just so happened that the sound of Lao drums beating came from afar.

"Okay." Jie Ao picked up the last wind lamp: "Then you two write down your wishes quickly."

Su Shiqing nodded, took the pen and ink, and wrote down the wish she had just made with Shao Erxue on the lantern, and then released it with Shao Erxue.

There are many large and small wind lanterns carrying beautiful wishes floating on the boundless black curtain, dyeing the whole night sky brilliantly and colorfully. They silently pray in their hearts that all wishes can be realized...

At night, there is a cool breeze.

Shao Erxue slowly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Su Shiqing who was lying on the side, facing him, his heart was beating abnormally.

Su Shiqing breathed lightly on his face, the smell of alcohol made his body start to heat up, he swallowed unconsciously, and then slowly approached Su Shiqing's lips...

When his lips touched those two soft lips, Shao Erxue's heart beat violently. He had never felt love before, but he was always attracted to Su Shiqing unconsciously.

He has read the poems and books of sages, and he is constantly condemned and tortured in his heart.On the one hand, instinct drives him to taste love, but on the other hand, morality does not allow him to do so.

At this time, Jie Ao who was sleeping soundly on the other side turned over.

Like a child who steals sweets for fear of being discovered, Shao Erxue quickly left Su Shiqing's lips, and then sat up.

The cool wind was blowing on his face, and the cold sweat made him wake up a lot.

Confucius, tell me, what should I do...

It's time the next day.

Su Shiqing supported her hangover head and sat up from the bed in the inn. Jie Ao beside her was still lying on the quilt, breathing slowly.

The three of them got drunk last night, talking about the future and ideals, until after Su Shiqing collapsed, he didn't know what Jie Ao and Shao Erxue said.

Su Shiqing got out of bed and looked around, but she didn't find Shao Erxue's figure, only a note left on the table.

It said that he had important things to do today, and asked them to go back to the painting academy by themselves.

At this moment, the waiter knocked on the door.

"Guest officer, are you up yet?"

Su Shiqing walked over to open the door: "Get up, please bring some hot water in for me, I want to wash up."

The shop clerk nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, please wait a moment, guest officer."

Not long after the shop waiter left, he came in with hot water and a pack of preserved hawthorn.

"This is left to you by the guest officer who left this morning."

After Su Shiqing washed up, she picked up a candied hawthorn and put it into her mouth. There was a sour-sweet and slightly salty taste between her lips and teeth. The uncomfortable nausea after a hangover was immediately reduced a lot. Shao Erxue was really thoughtful.

Jie Ao was awakened by the noise, so he stretched and yawned and sat up from the bed.

A ray of sunlight came in from the crack of the window, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block the sunlight, the shadow just fell on his face, making him look extraordinarily beautiful.

Su Shiqing couldn't help staring, her eyes slid all the way from Jie Ao's face, passed through her Adam's apple, and then stayed on the strong chest.

He blushed quietly, so he quickly turned his head away and asked, "Hey, do you want to go back to the painting academy? You haven't finished copying the school rules hundreds of times!"

Jie Ao yelled irritably: "What!?"

Su Shiqing joked: "I think you have memorized those court rules by heart."

Jie Ao lay down impatiently, Su Shiqing couldn't help feeling better when she saw his melancholy look.

Jincheng Street.

The streets are full of traffic and crowds.All kinds of flowers and cosmetics are placed all over the long street, attracting women who come to buy. The sweet smell of flowers and girls stimulates people's noses and makes people mesmerized.

After passing the one-shaped covered bridge, walk along the river to the main road, and at the end of the road is a very luxurious inn.In front of the gate of the inn stood more than a dozen smooth horse posts, on which were tied several tall horses of the guests, eating high-quality forage.A willow tree with a crooked neck grows next to the horse post, and the drivers often break off willow branches here to use as whips.

The front of the inn was bustling with people coming and going, Su Shiqing looked around and found that there was a calligraphy and painting mounting shop in front, and immediately became interested.

He thought it was hard to come out, so he dragged Jie Ao into the framing shop together.

There are a wide range of framed paintings and calligraphy by famous masters in the store, but they were attracted by a landscape painting hanging in the hall at first sight, with the words "Treasure of the Town Store" written on it.

It's so special.

"Minxu 祓禊, the country is in the water, Han Xizi."

Su Shiqing looked up at the title and signature on the upper left corner, and it turned out to be a painting by the famous artist Han Xizi.

Taking a closer look, I found that what looked like a landscape painting was actually a genre painting.The upper part of it depicts the sunny suburban scenery after rain, while the lower part shows the joyous scenes of men gathering together in spring clothes, washing hands, fighting in water and having fun on the Sunny Day.

In the nearby Cuizhuxi bridge in the picture, a huge stone stands on the left corner, and sparse willows and bamboo leaves complement each other.There is a large blank space in the middle, and the clouds are misty, as if there is still a drizzle in the valley.In the distance, strange peaks confront each other, a corner of the palace is looming, and a faint morning glow covers the sky.The atmosphere of the whole painting is cheerful and clear, which vividly expresses the poetic sentiment of "God is as long as spring and March, and you will not frown when you play in the world".

Su Shiqing was pleasantly surprised: "I have only heard of Han Xizi's name, but I have never seen his paintings. When I saw him today, it really is extraordinary."

Jie Ao said: "This painting is his work when he was young."

"Really? Then tell me quickly."

"Han Xizi is good at using the method of expressing the whole with parts in the composition. He often paints the corner of the mountain and the edge of the water, so that the picture shows a large blank. The panoramic scenery turned to the corner scenery of "closer view of its nature", so his painting school is called "Han Zong".

On the third day of the third month of the third lunar month, Chongjie means eliminating disasters, eliminating diseases, and praying for blessings. It is a traditional folk festival.In his early years, Han Xizi often tried to incorporate his love of "village vulgarity" into his paintings, which was contrary to the prevailing admiration of "nobility, richness, and elegance" in the court, so his painting school was always rejected by literati. status.

In addition, he believed that the paintings of court painters would inevitably be material servitude, which would often lead to the loss of the painter's life, so he left the Academy of Painting angrily, and since then there has been no "Han Zong" painting method.But the irony is that today's "Han Zong" paintings are priceless, in stark contrast to the worthless ones at that time..."

After Jie Ao finished speaking, he added: "By the way, this Han Xizi is in terms of seniority, we should call him Master."

Su Shiqing's eyes widened: "Master? Could it be that...he is Brother Han Su's teacher?"

Jie Ao nodded: "That's right."

the other side.

In front of the west gate.

Shao Erxue brought a team of troops and guards ready to go, and came to the gate of the city to welcome his mentor—Han Xizi, the most famous former court painter who has retired for many years.

He had a profound influence on Shao Erxue when he was a child, and it can even be said that he inspired his talent in painting.

Fifteen years after Emperor Song succeeded to the throne, he ordered people to search among the people for many years, and finally found Han Xizi who lived in seclusion in the mountains. Law is passed down.

However, Shao Erxue had been waiting at the gate of the city for more than two hours, but Han Xizi was still there.

In fact, Han Xizi had already come to Jincheng the day before, but he hadn't mentioned it to anyone, so Shao Erxue naturally couldn't wait for anyone.

Han Xizi, who was dressed plainly and even a little scruffy, was walking crookedly on the bustling street at this moment.He was drunk with a bottle in his hand, and he looked like an ordinary bad old man in the crowd.

When passing by the framing shop, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a painting from his early years hanging inside, so he wandered in.

Su Shiqing is carefully observing the "Picture of Exorcism".

Suddenly, a dark hand covered with wrinkles and age spots stretched out, even grabbed the edge of the drawing and picked it up.

Su Shiqing stared at the dirty hand in shock, and saw a wrinkled, unkempt old man with disheveled silver hair and a messy beard along the hand.

Su Shiqing quickly dissuaded her in a low voice: "Old man! You...you can't hold it with your hands!"

Han Xizi raised his confused drunken eyes, then spat on his palm and rubbed it, indicating that he had finished washing his hands, and then picked up the painting again.

Su Shiqing looked at the painting with black fingerprints on it, dumbstruck, and even Jie Ao's expression was distorted.

"What's so good about a bad painting!"

Su Shiqing anxiously said: "Old man! You...let go!"

"Give it to me, oh, take it off!"

"Hey, old man!" Jie Ao grabbed Han Xizi's hand and pulled it aside. He thought he would let go, but he unexpectedly pulled the painting in front of him even more vigorously.

Su Shiqing panicked: "Old man! This, this is very expensive!"

"Expensive? A worthless, crappy painting, how expensive is it?"

Han Xizi laughed out loud, he didn't care about Su Shiqing and Jie Ao's persuasion, and still reached out to pull the painting, as if he wanted to tear it into pieces.

At this time, the inspecting guy noticed that something was wrong here, so he walked towards them.

Jie Ao: "Old man, you...!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a "chi" sound, and a gap was torn open by Han Xizi in the painting.

Su Shiqing and Jie Ao stared at the incomplete manuscript in Han Xizi's hand in astonishment, motionless like clay sculptures.

Han Xizi grinned wildly, and then hiccupped loudly, unaware that he had caused a catastrophe.

(Han Xizi's prototype is Ma Yuan, an ancient painter, and the prototype of "Purplement" is also Ma Yuan's "Picture of Punishment")