On the empty lake embankment, a woman suddenly walked up. Her silhouette was so lonely, standing by the lake, like clouds and green silk dancing in the wind, with her slender waist, branches and skirt fluttering, and a green willow beside her. People can't help but wonder: What's going on?
Is she like the delicate willow tree, or is the willow tree like her being graceful?
He is holding a red wine gourd in his hand, gentle and quiet, looking at the tall buildings, distant mountains, green lake and blue clouds.
Standing alone by the lake, she admired the beautiful scenery and sighed at the prosperous and prosperous age, where no one disturbed or made trouble, but she did not know that in the eyes of all living beings at this moment, she was the most beautiful scenery.
The beauty of the country, the fragrant fragrance of the sky, the beauty of the country, the solitary flying swallows are startled for a moment!
There are people moving around in the street here, including those buying cakes, drinking wine, people on the road, and those selling goods. They are all kinds of people. I don’t know who noticed the independence of the beautiful woman first. First, a few people stopped and stopped to watch, and then this
Everyone on the side of the lake embankment seemed to be under a spell, all looking in the same direction. Some were looking at each other without even knocking them down, and some were pouring wine and tea, but the cups were full and overflowing without knowing it.
. The women who came here while shopping were also shocked. What surprised me was this person. This scene was really beautiful and just right. Although she had light make-up and plain clothes, but where she stood, she...
The green mountains and green waters no longer have bright colors. They stopped to watch, pointed, and whispered about her movements, and there was an unknown air in their hearts. It was envy and jealousy, the jealousy that came from seeing this beautiful woman and feeling ashamed of themselves.
feeling.
I saw with my own eyes the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers that existed in paintings and stories, but no one dared to come forward and disturb it, for fear that this worldly picture would be shattered in an instant.
Occasionally, there were some talented people who wanted to go up here to have a drink with them. Because Mr. Bai reserved the place here, they still felt a little regretful and angry. But after they turned around and walked a few steps, this scene suddenly appeared in their eyes. They were stunned and stunned.
I couldn’t help but marvel:
Beautiful, so pure, so beautiful that it's unreal. It's amazing to see this small world, but it's really hard to express it in words. There are indispensable words of praise for women in the poems and scriptures they have learned, but now they can't find a single word that can describe it.
To describe it, because her beauty is not just about her beauty and figure, she complements the scenery of Xuanwu Lake and is engraved into the picture of mountains and rivers, without any flaws.
The scenery of lakes and mountains, the blue silk skirt, and the willow branches in the wine pot are like a dream or a poem.
She is integrated into this square inch of heaven and earth, just like the gods holding pens to describe the scrolls of myths. It is a landscape carefully designed and placed by God who moved mountains and rivers.
That's what the so-called artistic conception is.
All the talented people who saw this scene had a sentence in their hearts: If poetry has a soul, then this is it!
This situation and scene can only be encountered but cannot be sought. It can even be said that tens of millions of people come and go here, but this moment can be called beautiful!
A talented man in the teahouse suddenly shouted like crazy: "Ah, this!!! Little brother, pen, pen, pen, quick, quick, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, bring it up quickly!"
He was sitting in the teahouse, sitting on the street like Shen Qiye. What he saw was the most realistic. Although the woman was more than fifty feet away from him, this scene and this person were forever fixed in his heart.
It’s hard to forget even half a lifetime.
He had a crazy look on his face, urging the store frantically. Fortunately, during the Wu Dynasty, when culture and martial arts flourished, this place was close to this restaurant. It was so delicious, and there were many talented people coming and going. From time to time, there would be talented people and beauties who composed poems and painted paintings impromptu. The four treasures of the study, even if they were with me
The business they were doing was completely unrelated, but the shops on the street had already prepared one or two sets out of habit.
Because no one is sure whether the person who writes poems and lyrics in your store will be the next literary giant in the literary world.
Moreover, the poems were shared and appreciated, and the talents who came and went evaluated each other. This is a good story.
He grabbed the pen and paper brought by the waiter, lifted his sleeves, and no longer cared about being gentle. He pushed the tea cup away, spread out the paper on the simple tea table, and began to draw.
Shen Qiye looked at him with a very excited expression, waving the wolf in his hand constantly, and looking at the beauty standing by the lake from time to time. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he waved his sleeves to wipe it away. But his eyes were still fixed on the scenery of the beauty in the distance. , for fear that she would leave at any time.
On the street outside the teahouse, three talented people who were together also put away their folding fans. They stopped still, whispered to each other, and discussed softly what words should be used to write poems and lyrics to record this amazing moment.
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Shen Qiye held the tea cup in his hand, and the hot air flew away, but it was frozen in mid-air and did not move for a long time.
I couldn't help but marvel in my heart: this woman, standing by the lake, the right mountains and water, buildings and trees, shining with her in the sun, echoing each other, it can be said to be truly poetic and extremely beautiful.
The woman was looking at the tall building in the distance. After standing for a long time, she slowly looked back and sighed softly.
No one could hear this sigh, but their hearts felt slightly cold, as if the sadness had also infected themselves.
Suddenly regaining consciousness, she turned around and walked towards this side. Step by step, she walked on the breeze. The breeze Mingshen also blew into the hearts of everyone, waking up the obsessed people.
The long street that had just been frozen suddenly woke up. Only then did everyone realize the various gaffes on their bodies. It was inevitable that there would be a little chaos.
The scholar who was painting furiously was just about to finish his painting. He saw the woman leaving from a distance, hesitated again and again, and finally plucked up the courage to walk up with the scroll.
Everyone on the long street was amazed, but no one dared to go there. But this painting scholar, whose clothes were a little messy, his fingers stained with some ink, and his face looked nervous, did what they did. Things that no one dares to do.
The already peaceful street was once again stirred up by the falling of this pebble. But it was not just a small pebble.
"Where did this scholar come from? He is so bold!"
"Then, that person's appearance is so familiar, that jade pendant. Could it be?? That is, that is one of the Four Great Painting Saints, Mo Niifeng!!!"
"How could it be? How could it be possible? Recently, aren't there rumors that he was in the northern border town recording the majestic appearance of our great warriors defending the country against the snow? How come he is now appearing in the south of the Yangtze River??"
"It's unmistakable! On his waist is the Black Jade Pendant of the Revered Dragon Hidden Cloud given by the Holy One. It's a unique piece in the world! I was lucky enough to see it in the capital back then. It's absolutely unmistakable."
"This, this is really incredible."
Several people at the table next to Shen Qiye were intensely discussing what was going to happen. One of them recognized the seemingly bohemian scholar, who was the most outstanding painter among the four great talents in music, chess, calligraphy and painting in the Dawu literary world. One of the contemporary painting saints.
After the dust settled, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, became more shocked, and marveled. They felt that today's meal was not in vain, and this pot of tea was not in vain. In short, today was not in vain.
"Yes, fortunately, the painting saint Mo Nifeng is here to record a moment that shocked the world. Well, come to think of it, he is the only one who has the confidence to present this painting to this beautiful lady."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone at the table nodded in agreement. After sitting down, they stopped discussing and watched the changes, preparing to witness with their own eyes. This was a moment destined to be recorded in history.
Shen Qiye finally put the cup of warm tea into his mouth. After drinking the tea, he picked up a piece of candied fruit from the plate.
Mo Niifeng, who was in the distance, finally walked quickly and intercepted the woman. Everyone watched from a distance as the two saluted each other. After a short conversation, Mo Niifeng showed the picture to the beautiful woman. But what happened next was not as expected. As people expected, the woman also looked at the scroll and chatted with him for a few words. But then the two of them tried to avoid it. The woman walked away with a wave of her sleeves, but Mo Bifeng seemed to be chasing after her.
Everyone looked at it with question marks on their heads.
What happened?
Any woman in the world who can get Mo Niifeng to practice ink and paint for her will definitely be famous for a hundred years. If this woman's beauty can be like this, if she can be so special, she will definitely become famous all over the world. No one knows about this beautiful lady!
But why is the current situation like the other way around? It seems that the woman is rejecting the painting saint who comes to present the painting, and Mo Sifeng is chasing after him, but the woman is trying to persuade him to do his own thing?
This is what happened to a famous and beautiful painting that was supposed to be about a beautiful lady.
Everyone stood aside, puzzled. Shen Qiye was also confused. He was curious about what kind of monster this person was playing?
However, the situation developed very quickly, and no one could allow anyone to think any more, because the woman was already walking towards this side quickly, but the painting saint on the side was still chattering after her.
It didn't matter that she left, but the people who were enjoying the show were startled and unconsciously made way for her.
The female compatriots in the crowd shot countless malicious glances at the person coming.
The light blue skirt was extremely simple, with only light makeup on her face, and not many decorations on her head. However, it overwhelmed the red and green ladies and maids in the crowd, making them unable to lift their heads.
Shen Qiye watched her slowly walking towards this side, her lips moved, and she couldn't help but praise her: "Why does it need light green and deep red? She is the best among flowers!"
The woman was also distressed, but when she glanced over here and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, she was paying attention.
(My brother picked me up when I came back yesterday. I drank a little too much at night, which made me very embarrassed. I wrote a chapter but didn’t send it out. I’ll make it up for everyone today. I deliberately used a small chapter to describe the people who will definitely be He’s the protagonist. Anyway, I’m back from my business trip now, and I’ll update it normally. I’m eager to support you.) This chapter has been completed!