This voice couldn't be more familiar.
It's very uncomfortable to say that Jiang Nan is annoyed and can't be killed.
If you want to say that you don't care about him, this dog-skin plaster pesters you endlessly.
"I don't have time to argue with you. If you don't want to get beaten, disappear in front of us quickly!"
Yo?
Wang Min put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "Sooner or later we have to settle the accounts from last year's government examination. It's just a matter of time. You will definitely regret it!"
Jiang Nan looked at Shen Jing with a flattering smile on her face: "Sister Jing'er, although my father no longer cares about my affairs, I will never give up! You will be mine sooner or later!"
Pooh!
Shen Jing rolled her eyes at Jiang Nan: "I feel sick when I hear you say this. Are you mentally ill? I'm already married and there's no way I can leave my husband! Don't talk to me if there are too many people. I'm embarrassed! Let's go. , Langjun, let’s go home.”
Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Jiang Nan and Wang Min gritted their teeth.
Edo followed the two of them and said softly: "Either we stop fighting him, we can't fight him."
Wang Min and Jiang Nan turned around and glared at Edo fiercely.
"Have you forgotten how much we suffered?"
"Forgive him like this? Why are you so cowardly!"
Edo was an honest person and didn't know how to answer.
He was unwilling to do so, but there was no other way.
Back at Yuelai Inn, the waiter greeted me as soon as I entered the door.
"Master Yu, there is a distinguished guest looking for you..."
"Dignified guest?"
He didn't know anyone in Chang'an. Could it be that he was Lu Yuan from Jiang Yue Tower?
as expected.
At the tea table by the window, Lu Yuan held a cup of tea and waved to Yu Tiance and Shen Jing.
Behind him, stood a tall and thick man with very unfriendly eyes.
Bring someone?
Could it be that Lu Yuan discovered that the song "Peach Blossom Temple" was plagiarized by him?
Comparing the historical timeline, Tang Bohu should still be alive, but the time and space are wrong. It stands to reason that he would not appear in this time and space.
So what's the point of bringing people to find him?
"Mr. Lu, what do you want from me?"
Lu Yuan stood up, returned the greeting humbly, and said with a smile: "Tiance, are you here to take part in the college examination, just with your siblings? Didn't you bring a bookboy or servant?"
"Mr. Lu, my wife is my book girl. I like to support myself and I usually don't bring servants with me when I go out."
Speaking of this, Yu Tiance glanced at the tall and thick man.
"Who is this?"
That man weighed at least two hundred pounds.
He is nearly two meters tall. Even though he is a master of Muay Thai, it is not a matter of one round in front of this strong man.
"Tiance, this is my servant, his name is Chen Qing. He is seventeen years old. He is able to endure hardships, contribute strength, and is also good at fighting. During this time in Chang'an, he will follow you until the end of your hospital examination."
ah?
Yu Tiance couldn't figure it out for a while.
Send someone to him...
Lu Yuan paused and then said: "Jiang Nan and Wang Min live in Jiangyue Tower. When we were drinking, the waiter heard from them that he wanted to take revenge on you. I think Yu's laws are strict and they don't dare to kidnap people in the street. , but you can’t always stay with your wife, right?”
Um!
Yu Tiance nodded.
I heard before that Lu Yuan had made offerings to the Imperial Academy.
But the county magistrate calls him husband. Obviously, he is not just a member of the Imperial Academy. His ability and background should be far higher than that of a royal escort.
Unexpectedly, such a mysterious big man as Lu Yuan would actually miss him, a little scholar.
Lu Yuan was right, he didn't plan to bring his wife with him, but Shen Jing insisted on coming, and there was nothing he could do.
With Chen Qing, even if Jiang Nan calls for ten people, he can't even think of hurting his wife in the slightest.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Lu!"
Hahaha!
"Brother, you're welcome. If you think my servant is a good one, I can give it to you. Don't refuse in a hurry. Let's get in touch and see. We'll talk about it then."
Lu Yuan turned around and looked at Chen Qing: "Call Brother Biao!"
"Hello, brother Biao!"
"Call me Brother Biao, Brother Biao doesn't sound very nice."
"Hello, Brother Biao!"
Chen Qing clasped his fists and bowed, his voice was very deep, and he could not tell that he was seventeen years old.
Such a rare servant should not be given to him casually without purpose.
"Mr. Lu, you must be entrusted with something..."
Hahaha!
Lu Yuan took a sip of tea, then picked up the scroll under the table and slowly unfolded it.
"Brother is so smart!"
"In Lu's life, he not only loved poems and songs, but also played music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Brother Wei, I would like to ask, how did you make this painting? I tried to copy it, but I couldn't draw this artistic conception."
This painting is the night view of Chang'an that he gave to the county magistrate Zeng Yu a few months ago.
When it comes to copying, of course I can't draw it.
If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools!
The most important thing is not the painting skills, but the tools.
The other person treats me so sincerely, and if he hides his intentions, it will be unreasonable.
Yu Tiance stood up and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Lu, I can't explain you in one or two sentences. Follow me upstairs and I will draw a full-length portrait for you. You will understand how the artistic conception of this kind of painting came about."
"well!"
Lu Yuan didn't expect Yu Tiance to be so happy.
Everyone came to the Tianzi Room on the third floor and entered Yu Tiance's room.
"Mr. Lu, please sit down!"
Lu Yuan nodded: "Thank you, sister-in-law!"
Shen Jing took away the tea set on the table, wiped the table clean, took out a piece of white paper from the book box, and placed pen and ink and inkstone for Yu Tiance.
"Mr. Lu, this night scene of Chang'an is different from the painting method of this era. It is called a sketch. It cannot be completed with a brush. It requires a special pen called a pencil."
pencil?
Hearing this word, Lu Yuan couldn't help but widen his eyes.
A hundred years ago, the founding emperor Li Longwu once mentioned it, but he recruited talented people and strangers from three mountains and five mountains, but he could not develop a pencil, and finally left the matter behind.
Lu Yuan looked at the pen carefully, pressed the tip of the pen with his finger, and tried it on the paper again.
Indeed, it is similar to the pencil recorded in "The Chronicles of Taizu", "wooden, hard core, precise shape, can be penetrated many times, easy to modify, and it is easy to draw more tones..."
The only difference is that this pencil is not made of wood, but wrapped in paper.
"Brother, where did this thing come from?"
"I made it myself!"
ah?
Lu Yuan was stunned again and looked at Yu Tiance in a daze.
A hundred years ago, the pen that Emperor Taizu thought of was not made by all the capable people and strangers in the mountains and mountains, but it was made by an unknown child?
Half an hour later, Yu Tiance picked up the paper.
The painting has no color, but it is lifelike, as if Lu Yuan himself has entered the paper, which is even more similar than the makeup reflected in the bronze mirror!
"It's amazing, just amazing!"
Not only Lu Yuan sighed, but Chen Qing, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but applaud!
"Mr. Lu, don't rush to praise me yet, Mr. Lang hasn't painted yet!"
