"At today's Peony Festival, several people are competing in painting. Mr. Buyu must have made a special trip to participate, right?" asked the scholar in blue.
"Mr. Buyu will definitely win the first prize once he appears!"
"yes."
Everyone agreed.
"Competition?" Hua Fan thought, and glanced at the man in gray from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be paying attention to the excitement here, but he had no intention of going back to recover.
"Okay, why don't I just go to that competition? He will doubt my identity and go back to recover. I might as well take advantage of the large number of people in the competition and fish in troubled waters to follow him."
Thinking of this, Hua Fan changed her calm expression and nodded, and everyone immediately surrounded her and walked to the center of the peony garden.
The arena has been set up here, and there are pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it. The arena is surrounded by the best "Wei Zi" among peonies. Facing the arena, there are several old men with white beards and hair sitting. At first glance, this is what they look like.
The judge of the arena.
The drums were beating and the crowd was buzzing in the arena.
Only then did Hua Fan feel guilty. She had not been good at painting since she was a child, and the most impressive work she painted on the cover of "Notes on Mencius" was the small portrait of Du Chengxian with a pee on his head and grinning teeth when he was ten years old.
Two gorgeous maids had already carried out a scroll, and the master of ceremonies shook his head and read: "Mr. Luo Jiang Beiluo's masterpiece "The Three Transformations of the Beautiful Face" has been completed!"
Hua looked at the unfolded picture and vividly described the "three transformations" of the color-changing peony. The three colors of red, purple and blue were intertwined on a bud. There was no stiffness or deliberateness at all. She, a layman who knew nothing about painting, couldn't
You can see the subtlety of this person's painting style.
In my memory, I have seen many paintings with this style of painting in Anguo Mansion. I think this Luo Jiangbei must be from a famous family. Otherwise, how could Shangguan Jinnian have such a cunning eye to collect a painting of a living person?
The master of ceremonies was already reciting the name "Mr. Zhang Buyu Zhang". Hua Fan felt completely confused in her heart. If this was an ordinary earthen arena, she could fool around a few times. But this time, it was better. There were really famous people here.
Hui Hui, I am really afraid that the mute old man named Zhang Buyu will be embarrassed and his reputation will be ruined.
He smiled sarcastically and looked back. Sure enough, the man in gray had followed him and was standing in an inconspicuous corner of the crowd.
"I'm sorry, old man." Thinking like this, Hua Fan strode onto the stage, bowed to the audience with a fake smile, went to the desk and pretended to lift the hem of his gown and sat down, attracting the attention of the audience.
The eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law cheered wildly.
The rice paper was spread out, the Hu pen was dipped in thick ink, the flowers were turned over and I looked at the bright purple and red surrounding the distant mountains in front of me. I took a deep breath. Let my thoughts drift away, trace back the long memories, and dream back to my childhood------I started to think about the small painting after all.
White rabbit or carrot...
"Mr. Guanhe Lingguan." The emcee read again. Hua Fan turned his head and realized that there was another bookcase next to him. Is this round a duel? Without thinking too much, Guanhe Ling picked him up from the crowd.
Come on stage.
Hua Fan was completely stunned - this Guanhe Ling was the man in gray who was following her.
"No way??" Hua Fan's eyes were filled with glass beads filled with sea urchins, and he watched the little old man in gray clothes with a hunchback and unshaven beard walk up to the stage and sit at the desk next to him.
Is this guy really Guanhe Ling? Why is he following me?
My thoughts were confused for a moment, and thick ink dripped from the tip of my ink-stained pen, spreading out onto the rice paper.
But I saw Guanhe Ling next to him, already writing with cinnabar and goose yellow blooming, and light ink and burnt ink rendering. Where he started to write, a picture of peonies and plum blossoms was lifelike. The beauty of the peonies and the coldness of the plum blossoms were in a painting. The picture scroll was integrated so seamlessly that a layman like Hua Fan was fascinated by it.
It seems that this guy is really the genuine Guanhe Ling. Then is he sent by Li Yuting? Why are you following him?
"The time has come." The master of ceremonies struck the gong and drum in his hand.
Hua Fan just blinked and looked at her "drawing". She saw a round ink mark on a piece of white paper, nothing more. She curled her lips, took out the blank paper and had to copy the title twice anyway, and on the round ink mark He also spent a few more crooked and gorgeous vertical tubes and handed them to the maid without even looking at them.
Hua Fan's heart was filled with doubts. Guan Heling in gray and the scholar in blue, she secretly looked at every face present, but she still couldn't understand what play was being sung secretly on the stage.
The two paintings were sent to several judges with white beards and hair. Needless to say, the one by Guan Heling was praised by several judges with praises and praises for half an hour. Finally, the maid turned over the flowers. The "masterpiece" was held in both hands and handed to the judges.
A lump of ink stains and a few vertical passages are in sharp contrast with the previous work. The few white-bearded judges who were talking endlessly just now suddenly fell silent.
Hua Fan closed her eyes, secretly covered her ears with her sleeves, and kept comforting herself: "They are not talking about me, not me, not me (x800)..."
A long silence.
"A masterpiece, a masterpiece"
Hua Fan suspected that something was wrong with her ears being covered by her sleeves. She opened her eyes and looked, what did she see? The white-bearded judge sitting at the end of the east, holding the two pieces of paper she had scribbled on, looked up. Her face was red and her eyebrows were dancing.
Hua Fan stared so hard that his eyelids hurt, but he heard the judge shaking his head and saying: "Mr. Buyu's work is really wonderful. It seems casual and arrogant, but in fact it is full of poetry! It is really brilliant, brilliant!"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "From Bu Cai's point of view, this painting should be based on the scenery of orioles and plum blossoms."
The corners of Hua Fan's lips twitched. If she had balls, she would definitely feel some pain in her balls at this moment.
Just listen to the judge explain: "At first glance, the round ball looks like a song of a warbler and a green plum. The few sparse strokes look like rain and wind. In the haze, the poetic and painterly meaning is completely natural. Isn't it wonderful?"
Everyone nodded heavily in agreement. Hua Fanzi's imaginary balls were now even more painful.
Another judge stood up and retorted: "No, no, it's not like that." Just when Hua Fan was about to lament whether there were still burned skulls in the world, he heard him say: "From Bu Cai's point of view, this work should be based on Wu. The title is "The Pure and Round Trees in Yinjia". Let's see, isn't that round mass the shade of the tree at noon? Aren't those few sparse strokes the branches of the tree?"
"Yeah, that makes sense." "No, no, it's not like that." Some people agreed, and some objected. The two groups immediately divided into two groups, and started arguing with red faces. In the end, they could only look at the flowers together. Translate it and let the author decide.
Hua Fan's face has become stiff as a steel plate. She has long been complaining crazily in her mind: "Actually, the round ball is your head, and the few sparse strokes are just the stupid hair on your bald head!"
After struggling for a few times, she finally forced out a mysterious smile, and the judges fell silent for a while.
"oh"
"I see"
"I knew it a long time ago."
After a while, they all understood it, except Hua Fan who didn't.
"In that case, these three paintings are probably indistinguishable now." Judge Whitebeard said.
"Three people, that is to say, Luojiangbei, Guanhe Ling and Zhang Buyu" Hua Fan thought.
"Yes, these three paintings are really indistinguishable, so what should we do?" the judges said one after another.
The audience in the audience couldn't sit still at this moment, and started chattering one after another.
"Why don't you ask the three of you to compete again?" Judge Whitebeard suggested.
"If it's just a one-time competition, I'm afraid the paintings will be equally matched, so how about comparing them with some others?" the judge said.
"Others." Hua Fan was alert. She didn't know about Luo Jiangbei, but Guan He Ling was definitely very skilled. Could it be that the gray-clothed old man named Guan He Ling had anticipated this and wanted to use it to test his strength?
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Who is he? Was he sent by the former prince Li Yuting to follow him? Hua Fan's doubts became more intense.
Sure enough, Ling Guan He took a step forward and said slowly: "In addition to being good at painting, I also occasionally practice martial arts and keep fit. I heard that Mr. Luo Jiangbei and Mr. Zhang Buyu also have a lot of research on martial arts. I wonder if I can compete?"
Hua Fan sneered, she knew nothing about martial arts, and when she really started to take action, she forced the audience to set fire to people, making her even more suspicious of what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd of Guanhe Ling.
However, this is a competition between three people. We don’t know how good Luo Jiangbei is. If he is also a master, he can escape if they fight against each other.
But why has this Luojiangbei not shown up until now?
There was a sound in the curtain behind her, and a maid walked out with a tray. "This is what Mr. Luo Jiang Beiluo meant." the maid said, taking out the paper from the tray and holding it up. There were three handsome and elegant characters on it: