After the morning court the next day, Chu Wei invited a decree to enter the Xuanzheng Hall.
He was wearing an official robe, holding a roll of paintings in a cloth belt in his hand. He was accompanied by an official from the Imperial Censorship Desk, who had always been obsessed with Li Qingyun's paintings and knew a lot about it. He was invited by Tian Fusheng to see if the two paintings above and below were both authentic and whether they could be integrated into one.
Today is rainy weather, and the painting will get a little damp, causing the paper to wrinkle slightly. The painting in the emperor's treasury had already been placed on the slip, and the officials of the censor's desk lit up and kept looking at the painting.
Gu Yuanbai smiled and joked: "Wan Qing's eyes will set Li Qingyun's painting on fire."
Lord Wan smiled cautiously, and saluted together with Chu Wei. After getting up, Chu Wei handed the cloth belt in his arms to the eunuch.
The upper and lower volumes of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" were finally put together.
Gu Yuanbai couldn't help laughing at a glance: "Chu Qing, your painting must be fake."
Although he doesn't know how to paint, he can at least see how old or new a painting is. If he looks at it alone, it doesn't matter. Putting the two paintings together, the difference between the old and the new suddenly increases.
Chu Wei's lips parted, and finally he straightened his lips and looked down at the painting on the table.
It looked a little disappointed.
Master Wan suddenly let out a "huh", and leaned in to see the painting by Chu Wei, "Your Majesty, this is really strange, although the old and the new are different, the brush strokes of this painting are still in the direction of landscape, which is Li Qingyun's habit of painting. No. Looking at the old and the new, just looking at the paintings, it seems that they are really painted by Li Qingyun."
Gu Yuanbai was taken aback, the tip of his nose wrinkled slightly, "Really?"
Lord Wan did not dare to finish the painting, "I will take a look at it again."
In rainy weather, there is no sunlight. The more Lord Wan looks at it, the more strange it becomes in his heart. He connected the upper and lower pictures together. Look, there is no gap in the disconnected place, and every place is rolled up with the upper one. If this is not a picture, how did the imitators do it?
Is it possible that just by relying on the lower half of the picture scroll, it is possible to match the upper half of the picture scroll without error
"It's too similar," Master Wan sighed, "Even if the minister knew that it was an imitation painting, he wouldn't dare to say that there was any difference in the painting."
Gu Yuanbai's eyes twitched, "Interesting."
He stepped forward, and Lord Wan backed away. Sheng Shang bent down and looked at the painting that Chu Wei presented.
Chu Wei was looking at the saint.
Gu Yuanbai's black hair was about to fall on his back, and every time he moved it slightly, the few strands of hair on the edge became more dangerous.
If it hangs down, will it be swept over to Chu Wei's painting
If it is swept, I am afraid that it will be stained with ink that has been soaked by rain and moisture.
As soon as Chu Wei's thoughts passed, the saint's hair slipped from both sides. Chu Wei stepped forward subconsciously and caught it in time before the hair touched the painting.
The sage's eyes fell on him, Chu Wei was like a jade, and he calmly said: "I don't know how many hands this painting has passed through, so it's better not to touch the sage."
Gu Yuanbai smiled, straightened up, and patted Chu Wei's arm, "Chu Qing is careful."
The black hair also swept away from Chu Wei's hand.
Chu Wei withdrew his hand, a slight smile rose in his eyes, "Don't dare."
*
Although this painting is fake, the content in the painting seems real. Gu Yuanbai was aroused a little interest, he asked Chu Wei to keep the painting, and if he met the person who sold the painting to him next time, he would come to report in time.
Soon after, General Xue returned to Beijing.
He went to the palace to discuss business affairs with Gu Yuanbai, and the border market went very smoothly. Zhang had been preparing for the business road for a long time. What, greatly aroused the interest and enthusiasm of the nomads in the mutual market.
The enthusiasm is shown in the fact that the horses brought in from the northern Xinjiang are fed into the army in batches, and some of the cattle and sheep from the northern Xinjiang are sold to the south, and some of them enter the military camp to add meat to the soldiers.
Coupled with the horses previously sent by Xixia, the army can form an additional 10,000 cavalry. Among the cavalry, the equipment and training methods of the heavy cavalry are also constantly improving. There is no shortage of food, and sufficient meat, vegetables and fruits can be fed. Strong enough physique.
As soon as so many cattle and sheep entered the army, the respect and love of the soldiers for Gu Yuanbai could be said to be even better. They know the times are good and bad, and this kind of life with meat and rice has never been experienced before they became soldiers.
In the whole world, after being a soldier can be better than before being a soldier, and only Daheng can do it.
The army is too important. After Gu Yuanbai asked about the cattle, sheep and horses, he also asked about the border guards. General Xue was so emotional, he couldn't help but say one more sentence: "When the minister led the troops to station in the northern Xinjiang, the soldiers in the northern Xinjiang Skinny as a firewood, the people in the northern Xinjiang are even more frightened, and they can't sleep well. But when the ministers return to Beijing this time," he couldn't help but let out a smile, "the people sent each other with tears in their eyes, and sent them to the ministers and soldiers. There are so many things that we can't even carry them."
"And the soldiers in northern Xinjiang," General Xue couldn't help his eyes sore. "Last year, there was heavy snow, and several houses in northern Xinjiang collapsed. Soldiers went to rescue people overnight. It snowed for dozens of days and the road was covered with It was sealed, but the soldiers in the northern Xinjiang never froze to death."
"We drank the old duck soup and wrapped in the cotton-padded clothes you gave us, and spent the whole winter safely."
Gu Yuanbai's heart was warmed by what he said, he smiled, and suddenly said sincerely: "This is the scene I want to see most in my life."
"There are thousands of mansions in Ander," the saint said in a low voice.
As soon as this statement came out, General Xue burst into tears.
*
Old General Xue walked out of the capital with tears in his eyes, and the sage specially asked Xue Yuan to accompany him back to the house. Xue Yuan glanced at General Xue and had a headache, "General Xue, can you stop crying?"
Old General Xue's cuffs were already wet with tears, "The Holy One is really good, the Holy One is great."
A smile appeared on Xue Yuan's face, "Sage is naturally good."
Old General Xue didn't calm down until he returned to the mansion. After crying in front of his son for so long, he was a little embarrassed, so he coughed, "After a while, you will be twenty-five. It's almost his 30th birthday, Xue Yuan, when will you marry me back to your father-in-law?"
Xue Yuan thought about it seriously: "It's difficult."
"Your mother and I both know that you have a sweetheart," General Xue sighed, thinking that he didn't want to say more, "Your father had you at the age of twenty, and two years later, Brother Lin was born. Now I have After a year of no confusion, I didn't even have a grandson in my arms."
Xue Yuan said lazily: "It's simple. Tomorrow I will find a few girls who are willing to give birth to Xue Er and lock them up with Xue Er. When will I get pregnant, and when will I come out of the room."
"You already have a sweetheart, so why doesn't your sweetheart give birth to grandchildren?" General Xue's expression turned pale, and he was greatly dissatisfied, "Could it be that you useless bastard has not yet let people agree to marry you?"
"I can't give birth," Xue Yuan said truthfully, "and it is true that he has not agreed to marry me."
He may never agree to marry him, and it seems that the Xue family... can't afford to support the saint.
Old General Xue sank his face, "Since people don't want to marry you, don't think about it anymore! When I go back to the residence, I will ask your mother to arrange a marriage for you."
Xue Yuan did not change his expression, "General Xue, I will not lift it."
Old General Xue couldn't hold back his anger and shouted: "If you don't lift it up, what's the matter with the pants you washed in Beijiang for half a month! Xue Jiuyao, you are so good at you, for someone who doesn't like you, A woman who can't give birth to a child, you can even say such a thing!"
This roar made the servants who greeted the master to return to the house startled.
Madam Xue just heard this sentence when she arrived, her face changed suddenly, and after driving the servants away, she stepped forward, "What's the matter?"
"Look at your good son," Old General Xue trembled with anger, "he could say such a confused thing for a woman!"
Madam Xue was startled, then looked at Xue Yuan.
Xue Yuan grinned, "Old father, who told you that she was a woman?"
General Xue was startled.
Xue Yuan stretched out his body, thinking about what kind of family methods he will have in a while, and whether he can protect his back, "My sweetheart is a man, so naturally I can't give birth to you grandchildren. I think Xue Er is good, you Don't want grandchildren? Let Xue Er give birth to ten or eight children, and they can afford it."
General Xue looked at him deeply, and said repressedly, "You say it again."
The veteran's look like this, is the real anger.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Xue looked at her son worriedly.
The last time General Xue was so angry, he beat Second Young Master Xue to half death.
Xue Yuan clicked his tongue.
He said calmly, "General Xue, I said it for the last time, you have to listen carefully."
Eyes raised, "I like a man, he has to be. I can't lift anyone other than him."
*
On the second day, Xue Yuan did not enter the palace.
Gu Yuanbai had already expected it in his heart, but when he occasionally called someone, he subconsciously shouted: "Xue Yuan."
At noon, Tian Fusheng was waiting for the sage to fall asleep. He hesitated for a long time, but finally said in a low voice, "Sir, when the young doctor sent the imperial doctor away the night before, he happened to meet Mr. Xue after the return journey. The young is at the corner, I heard a few conversations between Master Xue and the imperial physicians."
Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and took a long breath, "Huh?"
"Mr. Xue is asking the imperial doctor," Tian Fusheng lowered his voice, "When will you be able to go to bed?"
He thought that the Sage would frown or raise his anger, but the Sage unexpectedly hooked his lips and asked, "What did the imperial doctor say?"
Tian Fusheng choked and said obediently, "The imperial doctor said that after half a month, you can do bed work."
"Half a month," Gu Yuanbai hummed, "I remember."
Tian Fusheng looked strange, "Master Xue said the same thing."
How can you have a good relationship with Master Xue
Gu Yuanbai laughed out loud.
He fell asleep with such a happy mood, but when he woke up, Tian Fusheng told him that the people buried in Xue's house came to report that Xue Yuan had been used by General Xue's family method last night and had been in the ancestral hall. Injured and locked up all night.
As soon as Tian Fusheng finished speaking, Gu Yuanbai's face turned cold. His face was ugly, his eyes darkened, and Tian Fusheng was trembling, "Your Highness?"
"Prepare the horse," Gu Yuanbai said coldly after a long while, "Go to Xue Mansion."