On September 13th, the shade in late autumn has begun to become biting, and the cold invades unknowingly. After three days of journey, Yanyao walked leisurely to Yaocheng.

Speaking of this poetry and painting competition, it is actually not as grand as before. Yaocheng belongs to Fengxin, and due to the war, there are only a hundred people coming.

Of course, Jingyao came here not to join in the fun. This time, Xiaoxiang Pictures are a microcosm of some places she had wandered away when she was young. Although it was difficult, it was also a memory of her mother. She liked paintings, so how could she let this picture fall into his hands?

This time, she didn't dress up as a man, but she was still wearing a plain skirt, with a bun, and a silver chain hanging between her forehead. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, as if she was a lady from the Immortal Sect, and her beauty was amazing. She rode a white horse and came to the south, holding a white paper umbrella in her hand, and asked where the competition was along the way.

The time is just right. The day when we reach Yaocheng is the day of the competition.

"The girl is going to participate in the competition, too?"

She didn't intend to hide it, "Yes."

"I advise you not to go."

“Why?”

The old man pointed, "Did you see the notice beside the city gate?" She shook her head, and the old man then said, "Xiaoxiang Pictures are actually forced as a competition award. Month ago, Princess Liuxiang wanted to use Xiaoxiang Pictures as a gift for the city lord Xin Yuanchao to pray for birthday, so he came to the door to ask for paintings, but the person who hid the paintings was not afraid of the powerful. He did not want to paint the paintings, so he refused to sell them. Princess Liuxiang insisted on buying paintings and sent people to ask for them every day. The hidden person had no choice but to donate pictures, saying that it was to let those who were capable take them away, and it would not be in vain for his love of painting."

It sounded like this, but she understood the whole story, but she couldn't help but sigh: "This princess has not been suppressed by force, and it seems to be a good person." If it were her, killing people and taking pictures, it would be a night. Remembering the previous words, she asked: "Is the door notice the old man said before also related to this princess?"

The old man touched the goatee's beard and nodded, "The notice says that anyone who gets this painting will be given with both hands and rewarded with a thousand gold. So, even if you win the crown, your painting will inevitably be bought."

"Oh?" No one could take away what she wanted. Jingyao's lips raised, "I'm going to settle this painting."

Xicheng District.

This is an ancient building that has been around for hundreds of years, and it is also a private school. The ancient building is divided into three floors, with guests on the first floor, offering guests to Confucius, the school on the second floor, and the library on the third floor. On the third floor, there are people who are hosting the competition. There is a large open-air venue in front of the building, and a group of people watching the fun are crowded around.

A gong sounded, and someone shouted: "The competition registration is about to end, the contestants should be quick, and they will not wait until they are out of date." At the registration table, the fragrance has burned to the bottom.

Jing Yao came slowly on a horse, throwing a ingot of silver into the line and smashing it on the table. Everyone was stunned, "Miss, is this?"

She put away her umbrella and said, "Of course I'm signing up for the competition."

The registered reporter looked at each other and immediately put up a pen for money, "Dare you ask the girl's name?"

"Xin Liuxiang."

There was an uproar around, and no one in Yaocheng knew about Princess Liu Xiang.

Jingyao urged: "Why, the same name and surname are not allowed here?"

"This is not..."

"Then you might as well write it."

The man came to his senses and immediately wrote down the ink as he said.

The sound of the gongs started again, and someone had already put pens, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk. There were more than fifty people entering the venue.

The person in charge signaled to light incense on the side, "According to the rules of previous years, it was still limited to one stick of incense. Today's topic is without flowers, birds, fish and insects, and there are no landscape characters."

As soon as the rules came out, the lower part immediately exploded.

"Is this a painting impossible to draw anything? Is it still called drawing?"

"Yes, this question is too strange!"

"You are clearly making things difficult for others." Before the game started, someone had already left the game angrily. He knew that he had the ability to retreat.

The head of the head reached out to signal everyone to be quiet, and ordered the attendants beside him to "open." The two behind him immediately spread the scroll in the hand of the carriage and sailed in the mountains and rivers on the painting. Five people stood against the river, and there were houses and houses. The fishermen worked, and a look of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly appeared on the paper. Looking at the whole picture, the area was wide and full of fun. This painting was nothing else, but the whole picture of Shuweng Xiaoxiang. The head of the head said: "This picture is the reward of the winner today. And the theme of today's competition..." He walked two steps forward and shook the scroll in the hand of another attendant. With the sighs of everyone, there was only a huge word "no" on the drawing paper. "The topic of this game is as seen by everyone. I know the song without sound, and I smell the fragrance and I know the flowers bloom. But how can I let people know what you think in my heart, and everyone will go from the heart."

Another gong sounded, announcing the start of the competition.

Mysterious and said something that was not available. Jingyao looked up at the third floor and laughed very hard. This question is indeed difficult, and those who don’t care about it cannot get it, but want to stump her? Humph, it’s impossible.

A stick of incense burned out and the sound of gongs started.

In less than a moment, all the paintings in the field were collected. They were recorded in the order of registration. After a round of screening, only ten copies were left.

A few people came up to carry tables, chairs and benches, and then a white-haired old man came up. He sat in the venue, with a happy temperament, pointing to the ancient building behind him and introduced: "My surname is Xiao, and he is currently in charge of the private school in Gu. When he was in danger, he will be given a review of your paintings today. If anyone is dissatisfied, he can come to the stage to discuss with me."

No one spoke off the court, so Mr. Xiao signaled someone else to raise the first drawing.

The pen and ink on the paper are thick and dizzy, and the boat sheds in the water town of Jiangnan are bustling. A puppy is running in the rainy alley, with two butterflies circling around her.

Inscription on the side: Go on a flower

Mr. Xiao said slowly: "Everyone is familiar with the allusion of the fragrance of horse hooves when walking on the flower. This butterfly plays dog in the rain alley is suspected of being copied by imitation, so the old man is unwilling to tell more." He waved his hand and instructed, "Next."

The two of them immediately raised their next pair.

There was a house on the painting, with light smoke and mist on the roof, duck footprints scattered in front of the door, a knife lying on the ground, and there were weeds half-hogged and rakes in the rice fields. The old man drank a sip of tea, knocked on his palm with paper fan, and said in disappointment: "I guess this young man is hungry." As soon as the comment was released, it immediately attracted laughter.

Although the idea of ​​this painting is not very good, it is the closest to the topic. There are no characters or animals in the painting, but it highlights the characters and animals, and also shows a past and present style. The cultivator stops working, slaughters ducks, and cooks. It is a very ordinary portrayal, so it is not a fine product to be shortlisted. It seems irrelevant and closely related, and implicitly indicates that it highlights some things.

Jingyao lay on the table, yawned when she was bored, and held her head for a while, and only vaguely heard Mr. Xiao repeating the words "Next one, next one..."

After several reviews, the paintings have reached the last few.

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

"Okay! OK!" Mr. Xiao sighed with the painting: "This painting is a top-notch quality, a fine product!"

Jingyao woke up from the dream, looked at it with one eye open and one eye closed, and suddenly realized where he was and stood up slowly.

I saw several courtyards in the painting, with a jar in the yard, a hazy moon in the jar, a table beside the house, three plates of snacks, a cup, a plate and two cups. Fireworks and firecrackers under the eaves can still see the lively scene in the house.

Inscription on the blank space: Immortals appreciate it together.

What we share is friends, and what we appreciate is the moon. The moon is not in the sky but in the water. This is what it means to watch flowers in the fog and catch the moon in the water. Fireworks and the remaining cups, and the comparison between inside and outside the house, bringing the excitement and desolation to the extreme.

Not to mention the idea, just the lines are striking, and every place is perfect. Even the patterns on the mooncakes in the disc are outlined, and the totem on the eaves are clear, which shows that this person has a very good foundation.

Mr. Xiao didn't even discuss it, and raised his painting and shouted: "This match will be the No. 53 winner."

Seeing that the third floor had no objection, the person in charge had to beat the gong and settle the gong, "Those who number 53 will win."

Jing Yao walked forward with expressionless expression, and was about to look at a carefully painted painting on paper. A shout came from outside the circle: "Slow down!"

Looking back, a team of soldiers and guards had rushed forward and quickly separated the crowd, leaving a way out. A girl in blue came around the corner, covered with white gauze, unable to see her face clearly. The onlookers were confused, and they were afraid of causing trouble, so they could not retreat. They left Jingyao with a white dress and stopped on the court. Behind the girl in blue, there were five or six followers of burly men, with a mighty aura, like a hungry tiger, pounced on Jingyao, who was lonely. Unfortunately, Jingyao was a crane that could only reach the sky, and was definitely not a little white rabbit to control.

Judging from this style, you don’t have to think about who the visitor is.

The girl stopped in front of Jingyao, "Are you the winner?"

Jingyao didn't even think about it, "It's me." He was stunned for a moment, and looked back at the painting in Mr. Xiao's hand.

Immortals appreciated it together? She suddenly remembered. Yes, this painting was just a scene of the scene where the banquet was absolutely drinking at the fifteenth day of August on the 15th day of the month.

It turned out that she really won.

I didn't feel surprised, it was expected.

She turned around and smiled, "Why, the princess has any objection?"

Xu Feng slowly rose, and the girl in front of him said, "Since that's the case, can the girl give me the painting?"

Jingyao turned around and walked for two steps, as if thinking about it. He suddenly paused under his feet and turned to look, "What if I say no."

The girl in blue stood there quietly, her hands folded in front of her belly, Wanwan was kind. The girl behind her shouted: "We the princess beg you personally, don't toast and not eat the punishment."

The girl in blue stopped and said, "Don't speak wildly." The girl immediately lowered her head and stepped back. She called the servants and continued to persuade, "I don't know what the girl wants to let the painting and me?"

Jingyao said for granted: "I came from a thousand miles away, so I will naturally not sell my money."

The girl's voice became a little deeper, "My words have been released. Today, this painting must be left behind."

As if he remembered something, Jingyao suddenly burst into laughter.

The girl was puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"

Jingyao said: "You mean, this painting can only belong to Xin Liuxiang."

The girl said: "That's right."

Jingyao smiled proudly and signaled to the registered reporter, "Please trouble this elder brother to tell the princess my name."

"this……"

The girl beside the princess shouted angrily, "Why don't you tell me quickly."

There was no choice but to bow, and tremble in a dilemma, and signal to her to show her.

When he looked closely, the three words on the paper hurt their eyes, "You!" Xin Liuxiang was so angry that he knocked out the booklet and rushed forward in a few steps, "You are so brave, you dare to pretend to be me."

"Impersonation?" Jing Yao asked, "There are no blood ties in the world that look similar. How dare the princess say that there is no one with the same name and surname in this world?"

Although she was wearing white veil and couldn't see her expression clearly, she could also see the anger in her eyes. She wanted to be so angry, "Okay, you have the courage." She turned her head and said, "Let's go." The group left the scene in a desperate manner, and there were cheers around her.

Someone next to her came on the scroll. When Yan Yao opened it, she immediately whistled. The white horse on the side of the road passed through the crowd and stopped outside the field. She turned over and bowed to the third floor, and left under the gaze of everyone.

Shortly after leaving the city, the horse saw the tender grass beside him and stopped rushing. Jingyao looked at it and smiled and said, "Good guy, I won't even give me my face when I'm hungry. I won't take you to see the uncle if I don't obey." As he said this, the man had already jumped off the ground and patted his head, "Go, come back when I'm full."

The horse is extremely spiritual and ran away with a low voice.

Jingyao walked forward with Hua in her arms, and someone shouted behind her, "Stop!" She just pretended not to hear it, and continued to walk slowly. In a blink of an eye, someone caught up with her and raised her hand to grab her shoulder. Her voice was full of energy. Unlike the people of Pingming, the force of holding it on her shoulders was not strong, but she could clearly feel the ruthlessness she had trained, "Girl, don't leave~"

She secretly lucked in her palm and said straight: "Does the uncle want the painting in my hand?"

"What kind of painting is what we want, we want you." The man raised his index finger and was about to pick her snow-white chin, but she turned her head and staggered it.

"The painting is worth a thousand gold, but I am not worth much, what do I want to do?"
To be continued...