An Ying and Yun Pan said: "Among these people, Feng Mo and Shen Xiuping have the least sense of existence. Tomorrow we will ask these two people, and finally ask Zhu Zhuzhi. I think there must be others there There’s a lot left unsaid.”
Yun Pan nodded and said: "Feng Mo was born in a peasant family. He only wanted to be a Jinshi. He didn't have much contact with Zhu Zhuzhi and others, and he was relatively introverted. Lao Dai felt that this person had nothing to ask. And Shen Xiuping's family was poor, all because of He is supported by the clan, but he is flamboyant, loves to have fun in restaurants, and rarely interacts with Zhu Kexin and others."
An Ying packed her things and was about to go to sleep in the room prepared for her in the academy. Who knows, Yun Pan said: "Let's go find Jin Dan."
An Ying dragged his tired steps to follow Yun Pan, stabbing him hundreds of times in his heart.
"This is the library. He paints here at night. Jin Dan was my classmate when I was in school. He was good at painting. But something happened later, so he stayed in the academy to teach."
Yun Pan suddenly stopped and climbed and broke a gardenia in the moonlight. An Ying looked at Yun Pan under the cloud light, looking like an immortal, and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Yun Pan, are you looking for me?" A man came out of the small building nearby.
"Jin Dan, I've kept you waiting for a long time. Today's questions are really long." Yun Pan smiled slightly and walked towards the small building with the gardenia.
An Ying walked into the building and realized that it was a library.
"Come on, I know you don't like the food in the canteen, so I specially prepared the Bo Xia Gong. Hey, you brought a little girl with you?" Jin Dan saw An Ying, "Come on, little girl, let's eat together. I've prepared a lot of things. , feel free to eat.”
An Ying saw a small stove on the table, the soup in the pot was boiling, and various vegetables and meat were placed next to it. An Ying looked up at Yun Pan. It turned out that he had an appointment with someone to have hot pot. No wonder he didn't eat the noodle soup just now. It was too stupid.
Yun Pan seemed to be able to hear the words in An Ying's stomach, and said to her: "Now you know why I don't eat noodle soup, right? Can you still eat it now? If you can't, help us boil the meat."
The first level of officialdom crushes people to death!
An Ying swallowed his anger and gave the two of them meat. When it was cooked, he took it out and put it on a small plate.
Yun Pan nodded with satisfaction: "The heat is good. Did you eat it often before?"
An Ying thought to himself, Haidilao, you idiot. With a smile on his face, he replied: "My family has a tea shop, and I also help guests make food."
"Brother Jin, let me ask about Zhu Kexin. I heard that he failed in the painting class before, or is it Zhu Zhuzhi who wants to talk to you?"
Jin Dan picked up a piece of meat and said while eating: "It is true. But at that time, Zhu Kexin's painting skills were actually very high. I said that he would be unqualified, mainly because of the coloring issue."
"You rarely fail students. It seems that his coloring problem is huge." Yun Pan continued.
Jin Dan sighed, "Usually I rarely fail students. After all, this is a painting class. You really won't need it when you take the Jinshi exam later, so there is no need to hold the students back. But this Zhu Kexin deliberately made me angry. He refused to change despite repeated admonitions, and used the whole The film’s Zhu Danchao, this, this, this, it’s unjustifiable if he is not qualified.”
Having said this, he turned around and went to the bookshelf at the back, pointing to a pile of bamboo paper on the top of the bookshelf, "Help me get it."
Yun Pan stood on tiptoe and took it off, "What, your shoulder is having an attack again?"
"Hey, my shoulders and knees have been hurting for some reason recently. Come on, drink some wine and relax."
An Ying opened it and saw that the first few pictures were indeed dyed with cinnabar, which made his eyes hurt.
"Zhu Zhuzhi came to me and said that Zhu Kexin liked painting when he was a child and wanted to start his own family, so he was a little stubborn. I think about it. It's normal for young people to have their own ideas." Jin Dan took a sip of wine and said
"Later on, Zhu Kexin mainly painted some ink paintings or line drawings. His painting skills were first-rate, and he could draw with both hands at the same time. His left hand skills were not weak, and his calligraphy was top-notch."
"I'm not saying that I will become everyone in the future. It's a pity. Speaking of which, Zhu Kexin has too strict requirements on himself. In my opinion, these paintings are already high-quality paintings on the market, but he is very dissatisfied."
"Oh?" Yun Pan lowered his head and looked at the scroll carefully. He turned to the next few pages and couldn't help but nodded and said, "Why is he not satisfied? I think his level is quite good. In a few years, he will be as far away from Li Tangma. After all, he is so young."
"I originally wanted to ask, but unfortunately I couldn't. He secretly burned all these paintings in the library that day, and I stopped him. There can't be open flames in the library. This is a rule." Speaking of this, An Ying's eyesightened. Self-consciously look at the small stove on the table. Jin Dan looked at An Ying's eyes and smiled sheepishly, "Hey, I'm looking at this, it's okay. I told him to leave the painting here for now, and someone will come to transport some waste paper tomorrow. Destroy it. Then I forgot about it, and the painting has always been here with me."
An Ying looked through these paintings and found that there were indeed many ink landscapes and line drawings of figures in the back. She collected these things and prepared to put them in the case file.
Yun Pan and Jin Dan wanted to drink, so An Ying took her things and went back to her room to rest.
Unexpectedly, I was not familiar with the road, and it was night, so I actually got lost.
An Ying was a little scared and shouted loudly, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
A figure jumped out of the darkness. An Ying was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and his hands shook so much that the painting fell on the floor.
"Why are you howling at night?"
An Ying looked up and saw that it was Liang Su.
"You just want to investigate at night, howling like a ghost? It's scary." Liang Su came out wrapped in a thin quilt, holding the quilt tightly with both hands. Although it was already June, it was still a bit cool at night.
An Ying picked up the fallen paintings and said, "I was lost and scared, so I just wanted to scream if someone heard me and could come over and guide me."
Liang Su turned back angrily and said, "Hey, Yang Ye, come out, I don't have time. She's that girl from the Criminal Department, your colleague."
After a while, Yang Ye came out of the darkness and squatted down to help An Ying pack his things, "Why are you walking around so late at night?"
"I just came from your painting class teacher. Once it got dark, I couldn't recognize the road."
"That's no wonder. This is the southeast corner of the academy, where Liang Su and I live. Hey, is this a painting by Zhu Kexin?" Yang Ye picked up the scattered bamboo paper.
Liang Su glanced at it and said: "With this blinding cinnabar color, who else but him? People are all green landscapes, and his lines are well drawn, but he has to apply cinnabar flatly. Doesn't he have any stone green paint? Hurry up. Take it away, I'm going to go blind."
An Ying thought of something and asked: "This picture was copied by Zhu Kexin. The original picture is a green landscape?"
Liang Su replied angrily: "Isn't this Li Sixun's big green landscape painting? You, a small official, really haven't read a book."
An Ying was too lazy to pay attention to him and collected the bamboo papers scattered on the floor.
"Wait a minute." Liang Su saw a few pieces of drawing paper and asked, "Is this also a painting by Zhu Kexin?"
"This is Zhu Kexin's old painting, collected by Teacher Jin Dan. What, is there any problem?"
"Hey, Zhu Kexin is so good at painting? Why haven't you seen this kind of painting before?" Liang Su stretched his neck and took a look.
"Hey, wait a minute, let me take a closer look." Liang Su looked at a painting that seemed familiar.
Yang Ye went to the house and took out a lantern. Liang Su looked at it by the candlelight and said, "These are all white-drawn pictures of ladies, but look at the faces of these ladies, isn't it Brother Zhu himself?"
An Ying had never seen Zhu Kexin, so he looked at the pictures of ladies spread out on the ground in surprise, flipping through them one by one, and sure enough, all the women's faces were the same.
"Are you sure this is Zhu Kexin himself?" An Ying seemed to have caught something.
Yang Ye and Liang Su both nodded and said, "It's not wrong. It's his own face."
Liang Su on the side was still looking through the pages: "It's rare to draw a female face with one's own face." Suddenly he saw an inscription on a painting: "Overlapping tear marks and brocade characters, life is only about love. Green on the fifth day of September." Brother Qing achieved good results in the imperial examination, but he drank with my concubine until he became ugly."
An Ying didn't quite understand this and looked at Yang Ye and Liang Su with some confusion.
