When Meng Qi arrived at the inn room, he opened the scroll with great enthusiasm.

This is a scroll about three feet long, drawn in three colors: mud gold, stone blue and stone green. It is not the spring and palace scene that Meng Qi thought, but a golden and blue landscape painting without any characters.

The mountain is undulating and cloudy, and the branches of trees are entangled nearby, which are bright and green. The canopy blocks the stone steps up the mountain. Looking along this path, it winds and circles until the steep and towering peaks.

There are flying springs and waterfalls, and there are Hongwafo Temple.

The wind blew across the mountains and forests, causing the clouds to slowly disperse, revealing the outline of the mountain, which was a giant dragon looking up.

“…”

Lu Min was afraid of disturbing Master Meng's "Ya Xing". In addition, he felt uncomfortable looking at these pictures, so he did not follow in to join in the fun. There was only Meng Qi in the room. He held the scroll and the smile on his lips froze.

Appreciating paintings is a pleasure.

Perhaps there are many great masters of calligraphy and painting in Taijing, but there are few people who are willing to paint spring and palaces.

In fact, Meng Qi has no special preference for this kind of picture, it is just novel.

During the Chu Dynasty, the people of Taijing were always able to see all kinds of new things and tasted a variety of snacks and dishes. New things may not be better than the old ones. But the novelty alone is enough. As long as the things are good enough, then you will never give up until this novelty is over.

Meng Qi had this mentality at this time.

He saw the fan page drawn by Mr. Jinshui in Fengxing Pavilion, and turned over a few pages of the embroidered statues on the book. It was just when he found it interesting. Although Meng Qi was not good at painting, he still knew how to draw.

This kind of treasure is the most treasured in the palace, and Meng Qi has seen it many times.

In addition, my friends in the past are also good at painting. Every time I get a good painting, I will call my friends to appreciate it. Of course, this kind of tasting is not about hanging the paintings, and then everyone praises it in unison. I have to say where it is good, how it is good, and how to write and how to imitate it. Every word is precious. How can I know nothing if I hear too much?

These spring palace pictures painted by Mr. Jinshui are not only unique in their brushwork, but the most important thing is "containing but not revealing", which is very beautiful. I don't know if the scholar was forced to make a living by this, and he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, and by chance he created these treasures.

The best part is that the things that hide the body of a person in each painting are different.

The four fan surfaces are swings under the trees, fallen flowers and valleys, hot springs and water plays that are based on the romantic affairs of the royal family of the previous dynasty, and the mantle tents that are also palaces.

Meng Qi spread the scroll with great enthusiasm, just to see what Mr. Jinshui used this time.

result--

The promised spring palace map suddenly turned into a golden landscape painting.

Forget it, I still draw it up Yunshan! It is the outline of the Dragon Head Peak and the other five peaks!

I originally planned to give it a try after I finished the appreciation, so I took it to Fengxing Pavilion to blackmail it. How can I go now? The dragon vein of Taijing took the paintings of his original body and sold them to Yinchun in the fireworks and willow alleys. Is the book shop in the palace picture album a good thing?

Meng Qi's expression was stiff. He didn't know whether to put away the painting for a while, or turned around and asked Mo Li to find out what was going on.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open, and Mo Li also held a plate of date cakes in his hand when he came in.

Although the city was in a panic, the inn business did not plummet. If the city gates were not open, these people could not leave. In addition, something happened to Mudanfang, and those who originally wanted to continue living in Wenrou Village had to move to the inn, and the empty room suddenly became nervous.

Meng Qi made a quick decision and found a relatively remote inn with a familiarity. He then threw in the money and successfully grabbed the last two rooms.

"The guy in the inn went to Dongshi to buy rice and grain. This is the only snack in the inn."

Mo Li put the date cake on the table and said to Meng Qi: "If you don't have sugar, just let's just stir-fried chestnuts."

These date cakes have been left for a while and have a bad taste. Meng Qi picked up a piece and started frowning as soon as she put them in her mouth.

"Doctor, this painting..."

"Oh, Mr. Jinshui said he wanted to give him a painting, so I picked one of my favorites."

Mo Li glanced at the scroll in Meng Qi's hand and answered calmly.

Meng Qi subconsciously looked at the scroll, and then realized something. The unfinished jujube cake was placed in his mouth, and a small piece of it bulged out of his cheeks.

Mo Li: "…"

I was caught off guard and saw the humanoid version of the gerbil.

This is what the gerbil looks like when eating fried chestnuts.

As if he realized something, Meng Qi quickly swallowed the bad taste of jujube cake.

"Well, I just didn't expect that Mr. Jinshui also had... such paintings."

"He made spring and palace paintings to make a living, and he is not a craftsman who specializes in painting skills. How could he have no other paintings?" Mo Li didn't know what he thought, but he argued seriously with Meng Qi.

From those fan pages, you can see that the painter is very skilled and is unique.

Meng Qi felt sad, and unfolded the scroll and inexplicably began to provoke the problem of this golden landscape painting.

"...The color used here is too strong, and it is a bit overwhelming. There is also this tree, and its brushwork is not strong enough. Although the artistic conception is good, the fog in the mountains will never scatter in this direction when there is wind. Look, this is the east and this is the north. The trees are so lush, it should be summer. How can there be wind in this direction?"

Mo Li didn't know what to say for a moment.

He looked down at the date cake and started eating it by himself.

After Meng Qi talked endlessly, he found that the plate was empty. The doctor ate while enjoying the painting. His expression seemed to be like taking his words in front of his ears.

"doctor?"

"Yes." The mo carp didn't raise his head and was addicted to enjoying paintings.

“…”

Is it worth being happy or angry when the person in his heart watches "self" in a daze?

Meng Qi rolled up the picture in a complicated mood - everyone else is here, what else can I see?!

"Doctor really like this painting? In fact, there are several landscape paintings written by famous masters of the previous dynasty, especially the picture of Taijing North Viewing by the famous scholar Mr. Lin Cheng five hundred years ago, which caused the city gate to be changed to Lin Cheng Gate by later generations... The mountain is like a giant dragon among clouds and mist, very vivid."

Mo Li listened very seriously.

Meng Qi was in a state of spirit and was about to continue talking about the next painting, but Mo Li shook his head and said, "Those paintings are good, but they are hidden in the palace. Although you and I can take them away without any effort, stealing them is not good after all. This painting is different. Whether it is used to offset the price or given by the painter himself, the origin is very legitimate."

It would be fine if Doctor Mo didn't mention this matter, but when he mentioned the price, Meng Qi thought that this painting was a big deal.

Buy silver needle to add a head!

How could it be so miserable?

Master Meng felt mixed feelings, and he didn't even throw it away with a scroll. He simply put it down and felt unfair.

I don’t know how many famous scholars have written poems and painted paintings for Shangyun Mountain in all dynasties! There are so many famous quotes that have been passed down through the ages, and there is no shortage of paintings by a scholar without any knowledge.

But the doctor likes it! What can he do?

Meng Qi's expression changed. He took a deep breath and said reluctantly: "I wonder which part of the painting is the doctor's favorite?"

"Well? As you said, due to the limitations of the painter's skills, there are some shortcomings. But the flaws do not conceal the merits. Didn't you say before that Mr. Jinshui is best at painting with no revealing style?"

After Mo Li finished speaking, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Meng Qi's reaction was faster than him, his eyes were already wide open, and he looked shocked.

...Does it mean the clouds and mists on the painting?

Surrounding the mountains, the slowly scattered clouds and mists, at first glance, they really feel like paintings come alive.

As a dragon vein, the mountain is him, and he is the mountain!

Meng Qi was shocked by Doctor Mo's straightforwardness, and Mo Li's auricles had turned red.

“Doctor, national teacher!

The second prince pushed the door and came in. He was afraid that the others in the inn would hear it, so he did not dare to shout too loudly.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the two of them were standing very close to each other, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Well!"

Lu Min instinctively felt something was wrong, and immediately he saw the empty plate of snacks.

"I'm also in the room, why is there only food here?" Lu Min couldn't help but complain.

Mo Li subconsciously reminded: "You can't eat dates, your body needs to take medicine to recuperate. When I finish writing the prescription, I will go to the medicine shop on the street to grab a few pairs of medicines."

Lu Min didn't think much about it and said directly: "I just asked my friend to go to find Yashang. There are empty houses on this street, but it's not possible now. People are panic everywhere but we go to rent a yard, which is easy to attract doubts. If the national teacher has time, he can go to those places first."

As he said that, he hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I saw the Sixth Emperor's convoy on the street, and he has returned to Taijing."

"Sixth Prince?" Mo Li thought of the young man who eavesdropped on him talking to the doctor outside Lujiazhuang.

I just felt strange that day. The prince showed amazing ability to hide. I didn’t have to look at it, and I knew how big it could hide myself. When most people wanted to hide, they would always subconsciously choose the biggest cover. The Sixth Prince was not.

At first, Mo Li thought there were too many secrets in places like the palace. The Sixth Prince consciously eavesdropped and was used to such behavior. Now, it was clear that the Sixth Prince knew how big the object could protect himself. Hiding behind him would not be affected by the things thrown out by the angry emperor.

"The candidate for succession to the throne of the prince is the Sixth Prince." Meng Qi casually smashed the second prince with a piece of news like thunder.

"What?"

Lu Min was so angry that he jumped up. He said angrily, "I can't compare to that boy. He is eccentric and always looks like he is smart enough to see through everything. He is not as good as the third brother to know the current affairs!"

Meng Qi said with interest: "Why are you brothers not united?"

Mo Li also frowned and said, "The ancients said that they were united in breaking gold. You are so independent and want to kill the emperor?"

"What's the same thing to break the gold together? It's almost like dragging your legs!" The second prince said angrily, "Liu, just like the word "Craft and Rebellion" in his eyes. Joining forces with him will cause bad things?"

“…”

Mo Li didn't know how the second prince said this. If the sixth prince was thinking about rebellion in his eyes, Lu Min simply wrote these two words on his forehead.

Why did the prince choose the sixth prince? It’s not that the sixth prince is so good, but that he is taller from the short man.

Compared to the second prince who acts recklessly and the third prince who winces and fails to stand out in the face of trouble, the sixth prince can at least use his head.

"Forget it, Lao Liu has many ideas anyway, so why should I worry about him?" Lu Min left rushing away. He thought of the princess who betrayed him and his confidants who died in Wanhe Palace, and his nose suddenly became sore.

Looking at his back, Mo Li wanted to speak but stopped.

Meng Qizhang seemed to be inadvertently reminded: "He has a weak body and needs to be cured. At this time, he should be safe and not be involved in the struggle for the court again."

"What about Brother Meng? What about the next step?"

"I? Of course I bought a house where I could put down a large water tank, do nothing all day long, and indulge in the gentle land." Meng Qi believed that Doctor Mo said he was just hiding, so he quietly came over and stuffed the scroll into Mo Li's hand, and asked meaningfully, "I wonder what style does the Doctor like?"
Chapter completed!