"No, no, since it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, it should belong to the world. Brother Jing Yan destroys it at will, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince everyone. What's more, Brother Jing Yan said that this painting is difficult to reproduce, but how can he prove this? Is the painting written by you?" Liu Feng said calmly.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. What he said was very particular. He first said, "The paintings handed down from ancient times should be owned by the world, and Su Mo should not destroy them for his own personal gain." This tied everyone present to the opposite side of Su Mo, and then pointed out Su Mo may not be the author of the painting. The sinister intentions are nothing more than that.
Some of the people watching also felt that it made sense. This painting did not look like something Su Mo could paint. Moreover, Su Mo also said that no matter how hard it is to reproduce an accidental painting, it is more like giving out the reason in advance to prevent people from asking him to make another identical painting to prove that this painting is his.
"What should we do?" Su Mo almost laughed angrily when he heard this.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. Are all readers like this...well, except me.
"Of course we should hand over this painting and verify it first. If it is verified that it is by brother Jing Yan, we should return it... or let Wei Gong inscribe it. If Wei Gong is not willing, we can naturally do it. Ghostwriter." Liu Feng smiles like the spring breeze, but the picture shows a dagger.
Can I still return it if I hand it over?
Several smart people present unconsciously despised him secretly.
It turns out that there is also moral kidnapping in this world...
When Su Mo was about to unfold "Three Obediences and Four Virtues", "Tao Te Ching", "Core of Confucian Thought", "Famous Quotes of Laozi", etc. to educate Liu Feng, he was interrupted by a cooing sound.
"Shut up!"
Gu Yu, in red, couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out from the side.
"Why did the 'Sword Demon' come out too?" Chaoyang people on the side looked for melons everywhere.
"Who is the Sword Demon?" Someone asked, not knowing Gu Yu.
"The third son of the academy...the swordsman..."
Some people shrank their necks and stepped back... This guy is unreasonable.
Sword Demon...he got this nickname. When Su Mo saw Gu Yu, she was the fairy sister from last night, she didn't know how to say hello.
Luo Yin looked at Gu Yu who jumped out and was speechless for a while.
"Shut up, I'm selling my own paintings, and I want you to keep pushing me here?" Gu Yu pointed at Liu Feng, with no image, as if he was pissed off, "Who do you think you are?"
However, Liu Feng was not afraid. He was the son of the Minister of War at that time. There was no reason why the Academy could not touch him at will. He said casually: "I just said what I was thinking. If the Academy doesn't let people say it, then I won't say it... ..."
"You..." Gu Yu cultivates the Jinghong Sword, which goes straight and doesn't like twists and turns. She doesn't like to reason, so she hates scholars...oh, she doesn't hate Su Mo...at least not for the time being.
Kill him first... Gu Yu was about to draw his sword when Luo Yin stopped him.
Luo Yin turned to look at Su Mo and asked softly: "Are you going to sell this painting?"
"It doesn't have to be sold... If everyone likes it, Luo, I can give it to you!" Su Mo saw that Luo Yin's kindness was to help him, nodded and smiled... He can draw it at any time. Paint again.
Liu Feng and others' faces froze when they heard this.
When Luo Yin heard Su Mo's words, he shook his head and smiled, and was immediately filled with charm.
"No reward for no merit..." Luo Yin turned around and shouted to the maid, "Xiaohong, go get one hundred taels of silver."
The maid turned back to the boat building to get a banknote, ran out and handed it to Luo Yin.
Luo Yin handed the banknote of one hundred taels of silver to Su Mo: "I will buy this painting for one hundred taels."
"Okay!" Su Mo rolled up the painting with a smile, handed it to Luo Yin, and took the banknote.
Gu Yu looked at it for a moment... She originally came here to buy paintings, but she didn't have that much money... Forget it, she would ask Luo Yin, a rich young woman, to get it privately later.
The expressions of Liu Feng and others changed. Luo Yin was helping Su Mo in disguise.
She bought a painting from Su Mo, and naturally admitted that the painting was written by Su Mo.
Luo Yin took the scroll and continued to smile and said, "Master, would you like to draw an inscription for me?"
"Whatever the fairy asks for will naturally be fulfilled!"
Su Mo laughed when he heard this, picked up the little girl, and followed Luo Yin and Gu Yu into the ship building.
Wei Gong shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, let's take a look at what Jing Yan mentioned!"
Wei Gong also followed into the ship building, and several young people also followed. Liu Feng did not believe that Su Mo could come up with any good poems. If the poems Su Mo wrote later were not good, he could still take advantage of the opportunity.
Seeing that there was no one to stop them, a group of melon-eating people entered the ship building together... The melon-eating was so good today, how could they give up halfway. And they were also curious about what words Su Mo would mention.
Luo Yin laid out the scroll himself, pressed down the ruler, sharpened the ink, and handed the pen to Su Mo.
For some reason, she felt a sense of confidence in Su Mo. Although Su Mo was just an ordinary person in her eyes, she still felt that he could give her a surprise.
"Master, have you thought about the poem you want to write?" Luo Yin asked softly, while Gu Yu watched from the side, and the others looked like they were watching a Spring and Autumn Festival drama.
"Then...write a small order!" Su Mo thought for a while and then wrote with a smile.
Just put pen to paper without any hesitation!
Burning agarwood,
To relieve the heat...
Su Mo's strokes are like flowing clouds and flowing water.
With only six words, everyone present fell silent instantly. The eyes of the group fell on these six words, and the writing style was evident in the opening scene.
Su Mo didn't pause and continued writing...
Birds are calling the sky,
Invading dawn and peeking over the eaves.
"The agarwood burns to relieve the heat. The birds sing for the clear sky, and the dawn peeks into the eaves and whispers." Luo Yin murmured softly as he looked at Su Mo's writing.
In just a few strokes, he wrote a scene of birds cheering in the summer morning. It seemed careless, but it also seemed to be foreshadowing.
Everyone stopped talking, and Liu Feng and others also showed solemn expressions on their faces. But I saw Su Mo continuing to write...
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain dries,
The water surface is clear and round,
One by one, the wind lifts them.
"Good words!" Wei Gong sighed, believing that this painting was written by Su Mo. Just from the words alone, it is extraordinary. The knowledgeable ones among the people on the side also nodded thoughtfully.
Su Mo stopped writing and thought of his past life. He always felt that he was incompatible with this life and had nothing to care about except the little girl.
The poems I learned in that life can always be found to suit my mood, just like the second half of this poem!
My hometown is far away,
When will you go?
Lives in Wumen,
He has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time.
This feeling of homesickness seemed to be felt by everyone present for a moment.
Luo Yin's eyes gradually blurred, and she remembered how similar the flute music was yesterday.
Do you remember each other in May?
A small boat,
Dreaming about Furongpo.
Su Mo took back his ink pen and placed it on the inkstone. I took a breath... Poems and paintings can also convey emotions to people.
This poem by Su Muzhe was written by Zhou Bangyan, a poet from the Song Dynasty who was Su Mo's predecessor. The meaning expressed is exactly "homesickness", but it just fits the painting.
Lotus, boat, fishing boy...
Duke Wei stepped forward and recited this little order repeatedly:
"Burn agarwood to relieve the heat.
Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn.
On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain dries,
The water surface is clear and round, and each one is lifted by the wind.
My hometown is far away, when will I go?
He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time.
Do you remember each other in May?
In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu. "
"The upper column describes the scenery, whether intentionally or not, it makes people dizzy. The lower column expresses emotions, expresses the heart directly, and the words are like words without any decoration." Wei Gong sighed.
"The whole poem describes scenery, people, emotions, and dreams, all with natural language, without any decoration, and full of charm. It describes the scenery such as the lotus leaves in the clear circle, the Jiangnan in May, and the fishermen's boats, with the virtual and real changes, and the homesickness. The bitterness is vividly expressed.”
"Wei Gong is so complimentary!" Su Mo said modestly.
Wei Gong shook his head: "No, what happened today is enough to make a good story."
