Chapter 74 The charm of that night (7)

Xie Daoyuan looked at him like a fool, and Han Mu, who was almost drooling, said, "Are you stupid? Come on, I'll introduce someone to you." After that, he pulled Han Mu's sleeves and came to a corridor full of small red lanterns. He saw a group of people surrounding a woman in green in the middle, each of them stretched their necks to hold their breath and concentrate, not knowing what they were doing.

Xie Daoyuan and Han Mu walked forward quietly, and saw the woman silence on a white painting paper, and her pen was painted.

Today, Xie Daoyuan and Han Mu's latest generation of outstanding figures have basically come; the children of officials and gentry from nearby groups and ladies of the boudoir gradually gathered together, sitting or standing in the pavilion, looking at Han Mu, Xie Daoyuan and others, and talking in a low voice.

As the woman in green outlined the fine brush, several clusters of ink bamboos gradually appeared on the drawing paper, standing beside strange rocks. Han Mu saw that the ink bamboo picture looked as delicate and weak, with all its charm, but it revealed the sparse and steep rugged beauty, and was very sighing at the moment.

The woman's painting had finished, and she seemed to have no response to everyone's appreciation, and just stared at the painting in a daze. Xie Daoyun stepped forward and shook the woman with her little hand a few times, and said, "Little girl, what's wrong? Are you stupid in the painting?"

The woman came back to her senses, turned around and grabbed Xie Daoyun's hand and said, "Sister Daoyun is here just right, I'm worried that I don't know what to do."

Han Mu saw the woman's face clearly, and his heart felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer. The woman's face was delicate, her eyebrows were half frowned, her cherry lips were straight, and she looked like a dead Xueer, but her temperament was more noble and holy than Xueer. She should be ten years old, slightly older than Xueer.

The woman also noticed that Han Mu was looking at her straight, and suddenly she blushed on her tender face. She stood up generously and saluted to Han Mu and said, "Hello General Han, the little girl Zhang Tongyun didn't know that the general was here, so she was rude."

Han Mu hurriedly returned the greeting and stepped on the foot of a young master next to him in panic. The man grinned his teeth and urged his feet.

Xie Daoyun and Zhang Tongyun looked at him embarrassedly, covered their little mouths and laughed so hard that their branches were trembling. Xie Daoyun turned his head to Zhang Tongyun and said, "What are you worried about? Isn't this a good painting? Isn't it a good shot? Isn't it a little bit of bamboo, and there is no sound of waves on the wind, which is very charming."

Zhang Tongyun was about to speak, but Han Mu interrupted, "Ms. Zhang is probably thinking about how to write a good poem on this blank space?"

Zhang Tongyun glanced at Han Mu gracefully, and said in a tender voice: "That's true, General Han seems to have a lot of experience in this painting and painting technique."

Han Mu officially entered the process of picking up girls. Once he entered this state, his mind was surprisingly useful. He stepped forward and bowed and said, "The skills of calligraphy and painting complement each other. Among the famous masters of ancient and modern times, everything that can be passed down must be exquisite painting skills and the use of brushwork. However, those who can become the best must have good inscriptions or poems and pictures that complement each other. The truth in this is like a song, with beautiful melody but no lyrics. Although the meaning of the melody can be passed on, more are lost. If there are catchy lyrics, the flow rate will be doubled, and they can be complemented by each other and passed on from generation to generation."

Xie Daoyun and Zhang Tongyun nodded slightly when they heard this. Everyone in the pavilion was also from a family of officials and gentry. They had some knowledge in artistic attainments, and could understand Han Mu's meaning.

Zhang Tongyun smiled and said, "Is it just like "Spring River Moon Night"? Sister Xie composed the music and General Han wrote the lyrics. From then on, it has been widely sung, and may be passed down through the ages."

Xie Daoyuan's cheeks flushed and glared at her and said, "Then, let General Han write a poem for you this ink bamboo today. In the future, both poetry and painting will be passed down through the ages, so that you, the girl, will no longer worry about the gap no one will fill it."

The conversation between the two was close to the meaning of teasing. After careful study, they were a little ambiguous and jealous. On weekdays, people in the pavilion had no chance to see these two famous talented women gathered together, let alone hear the two bickering at close range. For a moment, everyone in the pavilion was speechless and looked at the two women in disbelief.

Zhang Tongyun and Xie Daoyun blushed at the same time, and they were impulsive and spoke without any restraint. This time they were miserable; after tonight, their fame might have become even louder in Jiankang City.

Han Mu laughed secretly, the talented woman was so polite, and now she was embarrassed. She coughed quickly and said, "I really dare not show any ugly things about this poem. Don't let my wrong poems defile this great picture. This is suitable for Sister Yun or all the talented men here."

The talents on the table immediately became active and eager to try it out. If they could work with Zhang Tongyun to complete a masterpiece, wouldn’t that be a great story in the art world? Perhaps from now on, they can win the hearts of talented women and be happy from now on. This is really a joy in the world.

So amid the noise, a bright future emerged in the minds of all the talents.

Zhang Tongyun's little mouth was slightly pouting, as if she was unhappy; Xie Daoyun chuckled lightly and gave Han Mu a fierce look. Han Mu thought to himself, "What's the matter with me? Isn't it going to take my life if you insist on writing poems? Besides, you may not be happy if you do it, but you are unhappy if you don't. What should I do?"

No matter how you care, you walked to the big stone beside the pavilion, sat down, looked around, and admired the scenery.

The fragrant wind came, and Han Mu had not turned around yet, and there was a severe pain in his back and shoulders and neck. A small mouth sniffed in his ear and said fiercely: "Have you got another girl?"

Han Mu knew that it was Su Hongling, who was dressed as a man, who was competing with his shoulder muscles behind him. He turned his head and said viciously: "Ling'er, you learned bad things. You and Sister Yun joined forces to ignore me this morning. I haven't settled the score with you yet. I think your injury should be treated well."

Su Hongling couldn't listen to the word "healing" now, and spat in shame, "Who cares about you? Be careful that Miss Xie is jealous. I'll go shopping and call me when I leave." After that, he turned around and left.

Han Mu chased her back and shouted, "Remember to 'heal' at night." Su Hongling's delicate body trembled and she accelerated to run away. Han Mu was very happy and laughed.

A soft cough came from behind. Han Mu turned around and saw that Xie Daoyuan and Zhang Tongyun were standing side by side like two fairies. One was elegant and the other was noble and holy, making Han Mu dizzy.

"Han Mu, why are you hiding here? What are you healing? Are you injured?" Xie Daoyun asked with a smile.

"General Han is so stingy, why can't you write lyrics for Sister Daoyun? I can't write poems for me?" Zhang Tongyun asked angrily.

Han Mu felt a big headache; my god, a talented woman is difficult to deal with. Although she looks pleasing to the eye, it makes you feel upset.
Chapter completed!