You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 307: Uninvited Visitors, Unpredictable Intentions (Thanks to Book Friend Jingjinggua)

"Last winter, February and March, this spring, the fragrance blooms again..."

He picked up the pen with his left hand, and it was a little difficult because he was not good at changing hands.

The handwriting was crooked, but he tried his best to make the frame consistent in size.

When the last stroke was completed, the three characters "Taiping Xu" could be seen.

When everyone saw these words, they were all touched.

"This poem! It is beyond compare."

"Maybe, Boss Cheng is hiding something."

Bai Wan read it very carefully and felt that the text had a kind of indifferent and sad relief, as if it was mourning the death of a deceased person, with endless sadness.

Cheng Su was undoubtedly a very talented scholar, and it was a waste of his talent for him to be reduced to being a direct director of the Painting Academy.

Having experienced the destruction of his country, the loss of his family, and the anti-Buddhist movement, he is unable to speak and is rarely able to express his emotions in this way. I am afraid that his wife and children are in great danger.

In spring, willow catkins drift leisurely, winding around the body and sliding down...

The wine flowed down the glass and reached Shen Zhuyue's feet.

He is also a person who lost his right hand.

He was once best at painting, and his sharpness was impressive. Often, with just one stroke, he could depict the sharpness of fine horses and five animals, which was impressive.

"Brother Bai, Shen's left hand is not working well now, so I'm sorry to show off my skills." He said.

Shen Zhuyue is much more open-minded than Cheng Su. She is most adaptable to such gatherings, with a smile on her face.

He picked up the pen very decisively and openly.

He slowly stroked the brush and ink, then raised his hand calmly.

In a blink of an eye, the horse has jumped onto the paper, and the galloping scene is fascinating.

"Brother Shen's painting is no longer what it used to be." Bai Wan said sincerely.

Shen Zhuyue cupped her hands, with a faint smile in her eyes:

"Back then, I was confused. I've already figured it out, starting from my left hand. But it's still far from what it was back then, which is a bit regrettable."

Everyone understands what "regret" is.

Everyone here has experienced the fall of Daying Capital. They would rather die than surrender to Xuan Li, and were killed or injured.

In particular, Cai Jiang, who was abducted, felt this the most deeply.

When the wine glass reached his feet, he was still in a daze, lost in thought, and hadn't reacted.

Cai Jiang held it and started to fight.

"Cai will not paint anymore, let's just have a drink to show our appreciation."

I drank it all in one gulp, and the taste was extremely bland, it was not the taste of wine but the taste of tea.

"Just tea."

Bai Wan and Ling Shumo picked up the wine glasses together and drank from each other.

Cai Jiang could only smile indifferently and look at the small boat floating in the cup with self-mockery.

"This tea is good."

My friend often gets drunk and easily becomes depressed.

Bai Wan smiled and said, "If you're unhappy, Brother Cai can always come to us for... tea!"

Cai Jiang was puzzled: "Why tea?"

"Because..." Bai Wan said with deep understanding, "Drinking is harmful to the body and can lead to promiscuity."

"what?"

Ling Shumo coughed: "Drinking is bad for your health, it's not good..."

"Yes, that makes sense."

After saying that, Cai Jiang took another sip and felt much more relaxed.

It’s also nice to have friends to drink tea and chat with.

Fanjing Yaji is an unconventional gathering of elegant people, designed to allow everyone to express their emotions freely and reflect on the present moment.

At this elegant gathering, Cheng Su wrote "Taiping Preface", Shen Zhuyue painted "Dingzhou War Horse Picture", and Cai Jiang drank tea.

after that……

The vegetable farmer pointed out that there were some errors in the types of trees in Song Xiang's newly completed painting "Ancient Trees in the Distance", and the other party gladly accepted it.

The craftsman made a "dough figurine seal" on the spot, and he molded a general who killed the enemy. It was so lifelike that it was amazing.

Bai Wan said, "I want to learn from you. You're really amazing! Can you give me a painting in exchange?"

The old man responded: "Okay, I can teach you a simple one first."

Kneading, shaping and carving are all done in the simplest way.

After calming down, Bai Wan solemnly pinched out a big ingot and handed it directly to Ling Shumo.

Golden and ugly.

This is an ugly thing that probably everyone would dislike except Ling Shumo.

Song Xiang, Cai Jiang and others laughed at him: This greedy boy!

Cup after cup of tea flows down the river...

The whole elegant gathering in the garden chanted poems and talked about their sorrows and joys.

Tea is not intoxicating, but it can also make people drunk.

Everyone here has similar personalities and habits, and they enjoy drinking with each other.

Since ancient times, craftsmen have been able to communicate with each other's ideas, and even when people are confused, others can help them at any time.

There is no distinction between high and low status, no distinction between primary and secondary, and no distinction between the elite and the vulgar.

Even the scene at the end where everyone gathered around the table to enjoy tea and snacks together was so harmonious.

Only then did Ling Shumo understand what Bai Wan had meant when she said, "These people are all very good."

White flowers danced all over the sky, and the flower rain covering the sky and the ground was a perfect backdrop for the sixteen people here...

This scene is as beautiful as an ink painting...

Ling Shumo's running script "Preface to the Collection of Sixteen People" has more than a thousand words and is written in a leisurely and measured manner.

Two heroes of ink painting, one is a book and the other is a painting.

They were just beneath the willow catkins, pure as frost and snow...

Bai Wan painted sixteen people, including himself, into a picture known in history as "The Gathering of Elegant Fanjing People".

The wind plucked the willow catkins and dropped them into the stream...

Just when these sixteen people were so harmonious, a voice interrupted.

All I could hear was a hurried voice.

"Master Han, the Marquis of Violating Heaven is here to visit!"

Bai Wan raised his eyebrows: He comes uninvited, and his intentions are hard to predict.