Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth, frivolous son
She is thin and frivolous, her face is like jade, and the spring breeze on the purple road wraps around her horse's feet.
A golden-threaded falcon flies on the double pedals, and rhinoceros bundles grow from the thorns in the long gown.
The green locust trees are forming between Daoyin and the corals are fighting against the shooting stars.
The red flesh is swaying and the wine is shining, and I am carrying Jin Wu on the street.
The sound of winter drums is loud when you travel in the morning, and the sound of winter drums when you travel in the evening is silent.
Reluctant to ascend to the hall at the entrance, the beauty supports the golden steps and the moon.
——Gu Kuang (Tang Dynasty) in "Gongzi Xing"
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After returning to Dugu Mansion, Mrs. Pei was still angry. She sat down on the couch and dropped the scroll in her hand on the ground.
Dugu Zhonglei stepped into the door, picked up the scroll and said with a smile: "What makes Madam so angry?"
Mrs. Pei pointed at the scroll and said angrily: "They say Bai Fu is talented, but I think it's just an embroidered pillow. He doesn't even know what season the banana tree grows. Isn't this the rotten Confucianism that the old master said is 'not working hard on all four bodies and not distinguishing the five grains'?"
This bad painting cost me a lot of money. After being criticized for this flaw, it was immediately worthless. The sisters burst into laughter, making me embarrassed and embarrassed in front of them. It’s really annoying!"
Mrs. Pei's eloquent tongue told the story of the cause and effect, but she concealed her personal appointment with Bai Fu.
Dugu Zhonglei couldn't help but laugh when he asked about the whole story. He flattened the scroll on the long table and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he appreciated it, and said: "It's not simple. At such an age, the spirit and style are not simple!"
Seeing the plantains in the snow, Dugu Zhonglei stroked his beard and praised: "The beauty of calligraphy and painting must be understood by spirit, not by form. When you, the princes and wives, look at the paintings, you can only ponder the characters and scenery on the screen. As for the Very few people can understand those profound and mysterious meanings.
Boundless snow covers the emerald green banana plant, which survives frost and snow without wilting. In the nature of creation, perhaps the cycle of heaven and earth is an unbreakable cage, but the fiber optic genius can break through the boundaries, dissolve the heavy snow, and allow the banana plant to break through the ground, change the heaven and earth, and transcend the world. time and space.
When painting landscapes, the intention comes first with the brush. Those who are good at painting do not paint with their hands, but paint with their heart, and the intention is the result of the brush. This banana in the snow is exactly the finishing touch of Bai Fu's spirit wandering around things. The painting is absorbed in thinking. , how can it be understood by common people like you that we have such a profound secret?"
Mrs. Pei hurriedly came closer and said: "That means that if it is not a flaw in the writing, you will not lose money?"
When Dugu Zhonglei heard this, he was furious.
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In recent days, Yong Wang Li Lin rarely entertains guests at home and often goes out to socialize. Every time he goes out to socialize, he returns home very late. After returning home, he does not go back to the bedroom and just sleeps in the guest room. The euphemistic saying is that he will not disturb Yang Yichan's rest. .On several occasions, the banquet lasted until late at night, and we even missed the time to close the gate and did not return home until the next day.
As time passed, Yang Yichan became suspicious. She arranged to distract the maid and secretly look through Li Lin's clothes. Although there was no trace of a woman's hair or makeup on these clothes, there was a woman's unique body fragrance.
Yang Yichan was so jealous that she vowed to find the prodigal who seduced her man and tear her into pieces.
After calculating the date of Li Lin's appearance, Yang Yichan asked his attendant to bring a message to King Yong Li Lin: He felt a little cold today and was feeling unwell, so he would stay at the Huben military camp to rest and not return to the palace.
After watching his attendants drive away, Yang Yichan left the camp. He went to a nearby inn and booked a room. When it got dark, Yang Yichan put on night clothes and sneaked back to Prince Yong's Mansion.
When it was time to hold the lantern, King Yong Li Lin's car drove forward. Yang Yichan walked through the streets and alleys, jumped over the ridges of houses, and followed behind. In about a stick of incense, King Yong's car arrived in front of the mansion of Huben Colonel Ji Guangchen. General Ji had already been waiting for him. After a while, a group of people cheered and welcomed King Yong into the mansion.
Yang Yichan frowned: "Did I miscalculate that Li Lin really came to have a drink with Lao Ji?"
Yang Yichan turned to the side door of the mansion, and when she saw no one around, she "turned over like a kite" and fell gently into the courtyard like a piece of catkin.
Yang Yichan lurked in the dark, like a civet cat walking through the eaves, following the attendants carrying wine and dishes, and quietly came to the banquet hall.
Yang Yichan jumped up to the roof and gently opened the tiles. He saw that the house was full of people drinking wine and correcting mistakes, singing and dancing. Although there were many beautiful singers in the room, they were drinking and teasing, but they were all ordinary tricks, and nothing out of Yang
Just as the cicada thought.
Half an hour later, King Yong Li Lin was so drunk that he was too drunk. Ji Guangchen hurriedly asked his attendants to help King Yong into the inner courtyard to rest.
Yang Yichan rolled her eyes and noticed a clue. She knew the drinking capacity of Yongwang Li Lin best, how could he get drunk so quickly. There must be something fishy here.
After King Yong entered the inner courtyard, two of his followers stood guard behind the door.
As expected by Yang Yichan, in less than a moment of burning incense, the window of this room facing the back garden was gently pushed open. A man wearing tight-fitting night clothes poked his head out, looking around and seeing no one behind him.
Jumped into the back garden. Judging from his body shape, the man in black was none other than King Yong Li Lin.
There is a corner door in the secret part of the back garden, hidden among the rose bushes. It is difficult to distinguish it without looking carefully. Li Lin took out the key, opened the corner door, and walked out.
Yang Yichan lay on the roof, watching all this quietly, with a cold light in her eyes like a predatory wolf.
Yang Yichan followed closely behind, flying into the hospital like a civet cat stepping on the snow, landing silently.
Separated by a wall, Ji Guangchen's mansion is filled with silk and bamboo, drums and music, which contrasts with the unusual silence here.
King Yong Li Lin came to a tall building deep in the courtyard, stopped and looked around. He saw that the surroundings were pitch black and there was nothing unusual. Then he felt relieved and entered in a flash.
Yang Yichan thought to herself: "Li Lin is acting so cautiously this time. Could it be that I guessed wrong and that he saw other dignitaries instead of women?"
Yang Yichan backed down and was hesitating whether to follow her or not. All she heard was a seductive whisper, like a wild cat in heat on a spring night.
Yang Yichan was so angry that she jumped into the air and somersaulted like a flying night rat, scurrying under the bay window eaves. She could only hear the rustling sound of undressing in the room, mixed with the rapid breathing of a man and a woman.
Yang Yichan wet her hands with saliva, broke the window paper, and peeked inside through the thumb-sized hole.
There were no lights in the room, and it was dim and hazy, with only a trace of moonlight remaining. In the flow of light and shadow, a woman with a plump figure and a sultry posture could be vaguely seen.
Amidst the woman's seductive laughter, Li Lin removed her layers of clothes and roughly pushed the woman onto the embroidery bed.
It was freezing cold, the moon was high and the wind was dark, which intensified the excitement of the affair. The two were so horny that they had no more words to say, and they made love to each other under the bed.
Such a fragrant and graceful painting style made Yang Yichan angry and her blood boiled. She gently pushed the hanging window open a gap, and with the arrow in her hand, she aimed at the woman who was enjoying Li Lin's body...
At the critical moment, the woman suddenly let out a numbing cry. Yang Yichan smelled the woman's unique body fragrance again. She was startled - she finally knew who this slutty woman on the bed was!