The scrolls that were opened were all orchids, with different postures and shapes. Yi Haoran looked at them and was secretly surprised - he was very shallow in calligraphy and painting, but he still had basic literacy skills. Looking at these orchids, they all looked sad.
A state of fragmentation.
Since ancient times, music, chess, calligraphy and painting can be expressed as the voice of the heart. The person who painted this painting is obviously in a depressed mood.
"The orchids painted by this person all have a desolate artistic conception of fishing for snow on a cold river. It is really regrettable. This should not be painted by Zhenkun Elder."
"Of course not." There was only one chair in the room, and Chang Qingyun could only sit on the bamboo bed, hugging his knees and saying, "I originally thought this was painted by some veteran, but now they are in their proud moment, how could they
It makes no sense to have such a state of mind. It makes no sense. Besides..."
"Besides, this is still a woman." Yi Haoran said.
"Have you noticed it too?" Chang Qingyun was startled and said, "I didn't expect that I am also good at this..."
"No, this touch is delicate and delicate, definitely not the work of a man. There are no women in Wuzhou."
Yi Haoran came in to find out what was going on in the prison camp, but these paintings aroused his curiosity. It was obvious that the thief Kun valued these paintings so much, and naturally he also valued the woman who painted them. What is this person like?
Who is it...
"The Australians over there want to paint and sing. To be honest, I don't even know how to paint. The meaning of her paintings is too desolate. The orchids painted either have no roots and soil, or they grow in muddy water. What if I follow her painting style?
This painting should be desolate and sad..." Chang Qingyun rambled on about his creative experience.
Suddenly Yi Haoran slapped the table and said loudly: "I know who has to draw this!"
"?" Chang Qingyun opened his mouth wide, not knowing why he was so excited, "Who is he?"
"This is Cai Lan's painting!" he said excitedly, "It's definitely not wrong, it's absolutely right!"
"Who is Cai Lan?" Chang Qingyun was confused.
"Xing Chenghuan's fiancée."
"Xing Chenghuan?" Chang Qingyun thought about it suddenly, "Could he be an aide of Mr. Hu, the prefect of Wuzhou?"
"That's him." Yi Haoran nodded heavily, "Wuzhou city was destroyed, and he committed suicide and died in the city."
"So that's it..." Chang Qingyun suddenly realized, "No wonder her painting style is so decadent and she specializes in painting orchids!"
"I only heard that a few days ago, a woman assassinated the True Kun Senator in Longmu Temple. At that time, I suspected that it was her. I heard that Cai Lan failed in her assassination and was captured. I thought that she probably died because of her husband and scolded the thief.
I didn’t expect that I would actually follow the True Kun Elder..."
Originally, Yi Haoran had this idea after seeing this painting and listening to Chang Qingyun's description. At the time of war and chaos, the only woman in Wuzhou City who was willing to spend so much effort to please was Cai Qiu Chan, who was specifically looking for Qiu Chan's company.
Lan is alone.
This Jiekun thief is quite elegant! Yi Haoran secretly despised him.
"She is here alone, and it is no longer easy for her to be able to assassinate Zhenkun. Now obeying the Australians is just a compromise..."
"Haha! Isn't it a small thing to starve to death, but a big thing to lose integrity! She has no children to provide her husband with an heir, and no parents-in-law to support her. What kind of perfection do you want? She is just greedy for life and afraid of death, trying to survive in the world! It's rare for Mr. Xing to treat her with a cold heart.
.When things come to a close, yet you are unwilling to die and do such shameless things!" Yi Haoran cursed as if venting his anger.
Chang Qingyun's face turned red, and he vaguely felt that Yi Haoran was criticizing Sang and Huai. However, he did not dare to argue with him, so he had to swallow his anger.
Yi Haoran cursed a few times and suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. Where is this place? If someone overheard and reported it, it would be a shame for him and Chang Qingyun to die. Wouldn't this great cause of rebelling against Kun be ruined?
Immediately he said: "I'm ashamed, I'm sorry, I lost my composure. Brother Chang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Chang Qingyun said with a helpless smile.
Yi Haoran calmed down at this time, and he thought that this was actually a good opportunity. Judging from her paintings, although Cai Lan had become a thief, she was unwilling to do so. The painting was full of pain and shame. If she could have the chance to know
With reason, emotion, and righteousness, it can be used to my advantage - this role is far beyond what Jiang Qiuchan can match.
Thinking of this, he was secretly excited. But he did not intend to tell Chang Qingyun. He felt that the will of this Juren master was very unstable. Although he reluctantly participated in his "great cause", he was still reluctant. If he said
I understand too well that if you frighten him, you will be more likely to do bad things.
Thinking of this, he had already thought of a countermeasure.
"In my opinion, your painting is not so much for Cai Lan to see as it is for Australians to see." Yi Haoran made up his mind, "Look at this painting by Cai Lan, the orchids are not rootless.
It's in muddy water, what does that mean?"
"Orchids have no roots. In the past, Zheng Yiweng painted many orchids like this - to show that he was noble and refused to touch the soil contaminated by barbarians. But he also painted the orchids in the muddy water... Aren't the meanings of the two opposites?" Chang Qingyun was confused.
not understand
"This is really the pain in her heart." Yi Haoran lamented, "In the beginning, she was martyred and took the initiative to assassinate the Australians because she was a traitor. After being captured, she became a thief and lost her integrity.
Unwilling to do so."
"That's it." Chang Qingyun nodded, "It's just my response..."
Yi Haoran said: "I think it's easy for Brother Chang to accommodate him. This Australian probably has his heart set on Cai Lan. He wants to make her happy. If you blindly cater to Cai Lan, just paint some thin pictures of a cold island in the countryside."
On the one hand, the Australians will be unhappy after seeing it, and on the other hand, if Cai Lan is so saddened by your painting that she commits suicide, wouldn't you be a great sinner?"
Chang Qingyun shuddered and thought, I am so confused! I kept thinking about how to respond, but I didn’t even think about the connection between this! If Cai Lan committed suicide, Zhen Kun would be the first to express his anger.
It’s myself!
"Mr. Yi is really far-sighted! However, if we try to make it festive and wealthy, I'm afraid it won't be satisfactory..."
"After all, Cai Lan is from a scholarly family, and she is also suffering from the pain of losing her husband. It would be very inappropriate to paint golden pheasants and peonies." Yi Haoran pondered for a moment and said, "In addition to flowers and birds, my brother can also paint landscapes.
?”
"Nature can also be painted."
"That's it. Brother Chang might as well paint a few pictures of 'Spring Outing', 'Walking in the Snow and Searching for Plum Blossoms', etc. The artistic conception is leisurely and comfortable. Australians naturally can't see anything, and Cai Lan didn't think too much after seeing it.
"
"Okay!" Chang Qingyun was a little excited. He almost forgot why the old man in front of him came to the prison camp. He was about to speak when suddenly there was a loud noise outside. Among them were men's scoldings and
When a woman is acting up and crying, there are still people around to try to calm her down.
"What's the matter?" Yi Haoran was surprised and asked.
Chang Qingyun signaled him not to speak, walked to the bed, quietly pushed open the straw curtain on the window, and looked out. After a while, he turned back and said, "It's okay. It's a little housework for someone else's family." After that, he sighed.
.
"What's going on?" Yi Haoran became curious and whispered.
"I'm ashamed to say it." Chang Qingyun sighed again, "I told you just now that the people living here are officials and their families sent from various places."
"so what?"
"The Australians treat them preferentially, allowing them to live together as a family, and the work they are assigned is light. Although the work is light, you also know that for people who serve as officials abroad, most of them have passed the exams after middle age, and the young and middle-aged people are useless.
1. Most of it is due to indolence in all four parts and indiscernment of grain and grain. No matter how light the job is, it is messy. If you can complete the quota, it is considered good, let alone exceed the quota.
"When I was abroad, I had subordinates and servants to support me. But now I am locked up in this camp, and there is no one to use it. I have to do everything myself. There is also a family of young and old who have to eat and drink. They only rely on the rations from the Australians.
, how can it be possible! Although we won’t starve to death, the days of lack of food and clothing are really difficult to endure. As time goes by, we can’t bear the pain, so we make our wives and concubines laugh in the camp to earn some extra food and clothing..."
He shook his head bitterly, "In the past, most of these people felt ashamed and just told their maids and concubines to laugh. Gradually, some of them pushed their daughters into the fire pit. It's a pity that father, brother, husband are enjoying themselves in this way, and they are so shameless.
They also care about how much money they have and how much money they have, and they are making a fuss about it... That was just because of this."
Yi Haoran is not surprised by this kind of thing. He has seen much more suffering in the world than Chang Qingyun. When desperate, any integrity or shame will be abandoned by others.
"I see." He asked, "Do the Australians not care?"
"Australians don't care about honorable matters. Perhaps it's better to say that they wish the world didn't have the word 'honorable'!" Looking at Chang Qingyun's appearance, it was obvious that he also had a lot of criticism towards Kun Thief, "In their view, this kind of thing
Wouldn't it be a great thing to come? It would not only damage the face of the scholars, but also stain the officials and gentry of the Ming Dynasty, so it is highly desirable for them to come! The group of people in charge here were originally not good people, and now the Australians are conniving and even more lawless.
As long as you pay the taxes on time, you can do whatever you want! Originally, this business was just to guard prisoners in the camp, but later it became famous, and even the fake soldiers stationed nearby came to ecstasy, and it became more and more prosperous!" Chang Qingyun sneered.
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The noise outside gradually subsided. Suddenly, the door of a room next door was pushed open violently, and someone ran in. Then, the door was kicked open again, and someone was heard yelling:
"You are a prostitute, how dare you take advantage of me when Mr. Liu asks you to accompany her for a drink! Do you think you are some kind of noble lady?" After that, there were clear sounds of slaps on the face and the sound of falling to the ground in pain.
Then I heard the man scolding: "You get up and kneel with me! Let me beat your hoof to pieces! Don't be shameless!" Then the whip sounded, and the woman screamed in agony.
It was more than a dozen lashes. Suddenly the door rang again, and a woman's voice came in and said: "Brother, don't break her! If your skin is broken, how can you drink with me at night?"