When Gongsun Zhuoyu crossed over, he was still a baby. In this era, he has learned everything that a scholar needs to learn, and he can barely grasp the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Calligraphy and painting emphasize artistic conception, landscapes are the top, flowers and trees are second, birds and animals are not the same. According to Gongsun Zhuoyu, Daye's painting style is still in the stage of development and exploration, and has not yet escaped the shackles of tediousness.
He lay on the table and pondered for a moment, combining the pros and cons of famous paintings from ancient times to the present, and slowly got a frame in his mind. Only then did he study the paint and start to sketch.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was very attentive to anything beneficial to his career, and he stayed in the study for the next two days and did not go out. Just when the old housekeeper was hesitating whether to piece together a generous gift to support him, Gongsun Zhuoyu finally pushed the door out of the study.
"Housekeeper, find a brocade box for the scrolls of calligraphy and painting."
Holding a painting scroll in his arms, he ran to the bedroom at a fast pace, not knowing what to think, he turned back: "By the way, prepare the carriage and horses in advance, this official will go to visit the prefectural garden after bathing and changing clothes. "
The old housekeeper was accustomed to his flamboyant temperament, and he responded repeatedly, and immediately arranged for a maid to serve him in the wash.
Gongsun Zhuoyu has high requirements for the quality of life, and is good at food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even his uniforms are made of high-quality silk. After the bath, the maid came with a royal blue gown. Who would have thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu would let her change it with just one glance: "Come and change it cheaply."
At first glance, he looks like a big corrupt official.
The maid was puzzled, and covered her lips with her sleeves and smiled: "Sir, since you are visiting the prefect, why don't you dress decently, but pick up cheap shirts and wear them instead?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered what the old man in the prefectural government had to visit, and his goal was the high-ranking official who came to inspect. Naturally, it's better to keep a low profile before you get to know the other party's temperament. But he said: "Why are there so many problems in the girl's family, go to find clothes, delay the time and deduct your monthly money."
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't punish people very much, but the monthly money was a real deduction. The maid didn't dare to say more, and immediately went to turn over a wide-sleeved robe of Yuebai. It was an old dress from last year, and it looked quite simple and pure.
As she waited for Gongsun Zhuoyu to put it on, she said, "Your lord is really suave when you put on these clothes."
Gongsun Zhuoyu has an upright and clear appearance. When he closes his eyes and does not speak, he is an honest official who does not stain the turbid world. But his eyes are too affectionate, his pupils are dark and agile, and he smiles with a romantic innocence, which makes people feel that this person is slippery.
I don't know who followed.
The carriage drove all the way, swaying slowly and leisurely, and finally arrived at the prefectural garden before the sun went down. Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that he was the only one here, but who ever wanted to jump out of the carriage to see that there were three carriages parked beside them, which were apparently the cars of several officials from the neighboring county.
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't help but revive his heart. He was about to take a closer look when he saw a blue-topped carriage approaching again, and a green-robed official came down from above. At the age of twenty years old, his face was pale and his steps were vain. At first glance, he was hollowed out by the color of wine. It was the magistrate of Qian County, Zhang Jiji.
Zhang Jiji and Gongsun Zhuoyu were students who took the same scientific examination at that time. They had some friendship with their classmates, and they had similar smells, so they were quite familiar with each other. When he saw Gongsun Zhuoyu, he immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face: "Brother Gongsun, long time no see, how are you doing?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was too lazy to deal with those vain heads, so he pulled him closer and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here in the prefectural garden?"
Zhang Jiji was stunned for a moment: "There is an official in Beijing, who is responsible for investigating the chaos of the previous dynasty. Your Majesty has ordered, and officials from all over the country are all at his disposal. That big man just arrived in Jiangzhou, and the prefect of the prefect hosted a banquet and ordered me to wait with him. Go, Brother Gongsun didn't receive the invitation?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "..."
Why do I have a feeling of being excluded? This officialdom is really damn sinister.
Gongsun Zhuoyu coughed heavily: "Naturally... Naturally received."
At this time, he slowly remembered that the housekeeper did indeed send some invitations a few days ago, but he hadn't woken up at the time, so he just threw it in the corner, not necessarily where to put ashes now.
Zhang Jiji seemed to have discovered something again, and suddenly snorted: "Brother Gongsun, why don't you wear official uniforms on such an important occasion?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his sleeve robe, white shirt and jade belt, and he had the style of a pine bamboo gentleman. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhang Jiji: "Don't you think wearing official uniforms is like a green bastard, whoever wears it is stupid, and whoever is stupid wears it. ."
After saying that, he retracted his gaze and walked into the gate of the mansion under the leadership of the maid.
Zhang Jiji scolded her mother in the back, and quickly followed.
There are six counties under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou, but when Gongsun Zhuoyu entered the table, he found that besides the prefect, there was one less person who had not come.
"He?" Zhang Jiji's tone was subtle, "It's not like you don't know that the old man always has a strong personality, and this kind of flattering banquet has never been present, especially the people who hosted the banquet this time..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to ask for a long time: "Who is entertaining?"
When Zhang Jiji mentioned this name, he seemed to be frightened, lowered his voice, and said word by word, "Admiral of the Jingli Division, Du Lingchun."
Jiangzhou is only a small place, separated from the imperial palace by 108,000 miles, and it is not as well informed as the capital. Gongsun Zhuoyu seemed to have heard this name vaguely, but he only knew that the other party was a close minister of the emperor, and he had enormous power. In the past, he was a person like Wang Zhi, Wei Zhongxian: "Is he a minister of power?"
Zhang Jiji seriously added: "It's also a favorite."
Gongsun Zhuoyu envy became Gongsun Dalemon: "Life is like this, what more can I ask for?"
Zhang Jiji secretly drank a few glasses of wine, and it was inevitable that he was a little over the top. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "What's the use of being so powerful, he is a rootless eunuch."
He loved beauties the most in his life, followed by gold and silver. He felt that Du Lingchun looked at so many stunning beauties every day and was powerless.
This sentence somehow hit Gongsun Zhuoyu's sore spot, causing him to sit up slightly, thinking what happened to the eunuch, what is wrong with the eunuch: "There are many poor people who are poor in food and clothing, if it is not forced, A good man would never enter the palace to cleanse himself, so why..."
He paused before saying, "Why make a slander, such a scumbag."
Zhang Jiji wondered when Gongsun Zhuoyu became so righteous and awe-inspiring, and was about to speak, but suddenly heard a messy communication from the outside: "Master Du and the prefect are here."
Everyone immediately tidied up their clothes and got up to greet them. I saw a man in a red dress with a jade crown and a feminine face walking forward with his hands behind his back and stepping into the banquet hall, while the prefect nodded and bowed his head, dropped half of his body with infinite diligence, and followed behind.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't bend as much as others, so he took time to look up, thinking that the man in the red shirt was the legendary Du Sigong, who was so powerful. His eyes slowly looked up from the bottom, but he was watching He was stunned for a moment when he cleared his face...
It's him? !
Gongsun Zhuoyu's memory wasn't that bad. After all, there were not many eunuchs in Jiangzhou, especially when he was sitting at the same table with him a few days ago to eat Yangchun noodles. Feeling a little bit confused, he immediately lowered his head.
Du Lingchun's slender brows and eyes looked a little dark under the dim light. His eyes first shifted with interest on Gongsun Zhuoyu, and then moved to Zhang Jiji, who was pale and pale. Looking back.
The prefect said diligently, "Sir, please take your seat."
Du Lingchun shook off his sleeves and sat on the throne, and everyone below saluted in unison: "Xiaguan has seen Lord Du and Lord Prefect."
Du Lingchun said in a lazy voice, "Get up."
Everyone just sat down again.
Gongsun Zhuoyu sat below, quickly replaying what happened a few days ago in his mind. There is no doubt that Du Lingchun said that his name was Du Ling, which must be a pseudonym. As for the sentence that his master wanted to invite him for a glass of water and wine, it was even more worth thinking about.
A person like Du Lingchun is feared by the courtiers and drawn by the prince. What kind of person can be called a master by him? Is it the emperor
hiss…
Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't help gasping for breath, shocked by his discovery, and at the same time regretting his bowels. If I had known that he was the emperor, he would have to fly up to meet him when he flew, slapping the horse and blowing the rainbow fart. Are you worried about not having an official position, what the hell are you going to eat!
Just when he was secretly annoyed, Du Sigong who was in the seat suddenly said, "Are all Jiangzhou officials here?"
The prefect hurriedly got up and replied: "Master Hui, the officials of the six counties in Jiangzhou, except for Bai Songhe, the magistrate of Ning County, are all here."
Du Lingchun's skin was white, and his red clothes made him look like snow. Hearing this with a sneer, it was obvious to the naked eye, and his voice was a little strange, and he asked back, "Why don't you come? Could it be that this company is not worthy of letting him see you?"
The prefect is not a fun person either, he likes to fall into the trap the most, but on such a good day, if Du Lingchun is unhappy, it is them who are unlucky, and they will inevitably have to make up one or two things: "Re... Gao, his body and bones have always been bad, so I am ill in the future, please forgive me."
Everyone knows that it is a shirk to report a sickness. In fact, Bai Songhe directly returned the invitation from the prefect and did not see him behind closed doors. In his words, he also satirized the prefect Haosheng, what a party for selfishness, a tendency to gain momentum, and make people jump with anger.
Du Lingchun couldn't hear it, looked at the golden cup in his hand and said: "Since he is old, how to manage the customs of a county? How to take care of the people under his jurisdiction? Why not return home as soon as possible, and let those who can live in it."
After speaking, he smiled and looked at the prefect: "What do the prefects think?"
The prefect replied: "Bai Songhe is very old and his eyes are dim, it is really difficult to take on a big responsibility."
In one word, Bai Songhe's back path was decided.
Zhang Jiji secretly stunned below: "This Du company has a tough wrist, and it really is as rumored."
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered why Zhang Jiji couldn't keep his mouth shut, and glanced at him: "There are ears on the wall, so be careful."
Don't be so blatant when you say bad things, go home and lie in the bed and say it, what if you are heard.
The banquet has been opened, and the prefect obviously has a lot of thoughts. The sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra was incessant, and the beautiful dancers were actually the Four Great Courtess of Full Moon Tower, who are known to be hard to see even with a lot of money. Gongsun Zhuoyu let out a wow in his heart, thinking that he really earned it.
After three rounds of wine, the prefect began to offer gifts: "Your Excellency has come from a long way, and the lower officials have prepared some small gifts. If it is not respectful, I hope you will accept it with a smile."
After speaking, he raised his hand and ordered someone to bring up a pot of something similar to a potted plant covered with silk. Then, under the watchful eyes of the public, he slowly removed the covering on it, and it turned out to be a golden pine covered with jadeite pearls.
Gongsun Zhuoyu gritted his teeth secretly, and the acid turned into a big lemon: "This old prefect is too greedy, he even used gold to cast bonsai!"
Zhang Jiji also sighed to himself: "I thought Brother Gongsun was already the best among the people, but I didn't expect the prefect to be even better. No wonder people are officials in the prefect, and you and I are only a county magistrate. It can be seen that money is on the edge of the knife. Epiphany, damn it."
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at him sideways: "What gift did you give?"
Zhang Jiji smiled modestly: "There is no such thing, just carved a crane seal the size of a palm with good white jade."
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Then you really deserve to die."
Zhang Jiji: "..."
Jiangzhou officials are all smart people, and each gift is more real than the other. This one gave golden pine, that one gave Ganoderma lucidum, and one gave an emerald Buddha statue. The last time was Zhang Jiji, a slap-sized Crane Jade Badge, which was fully visible and lifelike, and his eyes were actually embedded with two rare blood jades.
The actions of the crowd made Gongsun Zhuoyu seem unwise. He sat down next to him, thinking that if he gave the wrong gift to offend people, he might as well not give it. A painting is too shabby. After the banquet is over, he will find a way to give another one. So drink silently and try to reduce the sense of presence.
Corrupt officials have been fond of gold and silver since ancient times, and Du Lingchun is no exception. No one would dislike too much money, but everyone present gave it away, but the man in white sitting in the hall was silent. unexpected.
"Master Gongsun," Du Lingchun actually remembered him. He supported his head and asked in a soft and soft voice, "Do you have any local specialties from Jiangzhou for our company?"
Done!
Gongsun Zhuoyu's Adam's apple twitched, and there were only two bright words in his mind.
Zhang Jiji noticed something was wrong, so he approached secretly and asked in a low voice, "What gift did you prepare?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu got angry when he saw him: "Prepare a fart!"
Zhang Jiji thought to himself that Gongsun Zhuoyu was a smart man, and he did something stupid. After thinking for a moment, he simply took off the fine jade jade pendant around his waist and handed it to him: "I really can't use my ancient jade to put it on top. Go back and give me the money."
The last sentence is the point.
Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to cash in the ass, he sold the whole family and couldn't afford this jade. Extending his head is also a knife, and shrinking his head is also a knife. He simply got up from his seat and said to Du Lingchun: "Xiaguan's family is poor, and the gift is a little cold, I'm afraid it will make adults laugh."
Du Lingchun guessed it in his heart, after all, the poor can only eat Yangchun noodles, but he is rarely angry, and his attitude towards Gongsun Zhuoyu is quite kind: "No problem, I have seen a lot of gold, silver, pearls and jade, but it's nothing unusual. Yes, present it."
The prefect and others suffered a knowing blow: "..."
When Gongsun Zhuoyu heard the words, he had to do as he was told, and walked around the table, motioning to Shi Qianqiu, who was acting as a guard behind him, to bring the picture scroll.
This picture is extremely long, almost occupying a small half of the banquet hall. Everyone saw the scroll slowly unfolding, and the vast river of smoke came into view first, with the momentum of the water of the Yellow River rising from the sky. Then there are the mountains, the rolling mountains, towering into the clouds. There are also green pines and mist, and water pavilions. The Jiuqu Mountain Road spirals to the village, and the fishermen in minnows on the river are fishing alone, with a few strokes, and the meaning is endless. A little red sun adorned the top of the mountain and slowly rose, illuminating the entire landscape.
"Good momentum!" Someone exclaimed in surprise.
This painting is indeed a good product for literati and poker, but not necessarily for that kind of corrupt officials. After all, Gongsun Zhuoyu is not a famous person, and there is not necessarily anyone who can appreciate it. For example, Zhang Jiji, who is full of brains from the side.
Gongsun Zhuoyu stood beside the picture scroll, dressed in elegant white clothes: "There is no long thing on the lower body, only the painting skills are barely noticeable. I painted this "Sun and Moon Map of Mountains and Rivers" as a gift to the company to show my local customs in Jiangzhou."
Du Lingchun quietly admired the painting, but before he spoke, the prefect was dissatisfied with Gongsun Zhuoyu's stealing the limelight, and asked, "Since it is a map of the sun and the moon, why do you only see the sun and not the moon?"
Du Lingchun also looked over.
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded and smiled: "The moon is naturally there, but it can only be seen at night. Please put out the candles in the hall."
All the people in the seat are officials, not to mention a second-rank admiral. This kind of banquet is easy to get mixed up with the people with intentions. If the lights are extinguished and it is pitch black, is it still good? !
The prefect instinctively wanted to reprimand: "Gongsun Zhuoyu, you..."
"No problem," Du Lingchun raised his hand and interrupted him, "Do as he said."
Du Lingchun's speech was obviously more than one level heavier than the prefect. Immediately, guards extinguished the lamps and candles everywhere, and the hall fell into a hazy darkness. Everyone whispered,
"What the hell is Gongsun Zhuoyu trying to do?"
"It's absurd."
"If something goes wrong, he has a few lives to spare!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu ignored it, and stepped aside to reveal the picture scroll little by little. However, at this moment, something miraculous happened. I saw a slight blue light suddenly lit up on the long drawing paper. It is a round crescent moon, faintly shining with blue light, hanging high above the clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and shining the peaks slightly.
"Wow—"
There was an uproar around, and then fell into a subtle silence, everyone held their breath unconsciously, stared at the beautiful picture, and couldn't take their eyes away for a moment.
Du Lingchun was also surprised, he immediately got up and walked down the high seat, carefully scrutinized the picture scroll, and after a while he withdrew his gaze meaningfully, turned to look at Gongsun Zhuoyu, and said only two words: "Excellent! "
Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled: "The company is wrong."
The maid again held the lamp, and the banquet hall became bright again. However, the people were still not satisfied, and praised the painting in a low voice.
Zhang Jiji was also surprised: "How did you do it?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu took a seat, glanced at him, and pretended to be profound: "Jianghu tactics, can't be said."
In fact, it's not really a martial art. Gongsun Zhuoyu's house happened to have a few pieces of fluorite in his collection. He ordered people to grind it into powder and mix it into paint. When the sky darkened, such a wonderful scene would naturally appear.
Du Lingchun originally thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu was poor and could not give anything valuable, but who ever thought that the other party presented a wonderful picture. He glanced at the inscription, saw the four words "Gongsun Zhuoyu" in the title below, and exclaimed: "I can't believe that Master Gongsun not only solves the case like a god, but also has excellent calligraphy and painting. I am very lucky to have such a talented person in the dynasty."
At the same time, his mind moved slightly, and he wanted to win over.
At present, the forces in the DPRK are roughly divided into two factions, one is headed by Prime Minister Yan Fu, and the other is headed by Du Lingchun. It's a pity that people in the world are upright and upright, and they all vote for Yan Fu. Although Du Lingchun has great power and is slightly better, most of his subordinates are people with wine bags and rice bags, and there are not many people who are really available.
Asking the boss to like it = you can get promoted! !
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't expect that by mistake, the blind cat met the dead mouse, and actually gave the right gift: "The company likes it."
Now even a fool can see that Du Lingchun treats Gongsun Zhuoyu differently, and everyone inevitably has a feeling of accompany the prince to study. Only Zhang Jiji winked and asked Gongsun Zhuoyu to help.
After three rounds of wine, the banquet should be dispersed.
The post house in Jiangzhou specially designed for officials to stay is inevitably shabby. In order to please Du Lingchun, the prefect specially dedicated this place to a special garden, and Quan regarded it as his temporary place to stay: "My lord, it is inevitable to work hard to track down the remnants of the chaotic party. The lower official urges the adults to stay here."
Although Du Lingchun was born as a eunuch, he was already in a high position, and his food, clothing, housing and transportation were all worth 10,000 gold. This Bieyuan Garden looks prosperous to outsiders, but ordinary to him, but there is really no better place in Jiangzhou, so he can only reluctantly agree: "That's what it is."
It's not that he didn't see the prefect's compliment, it's just a mere little official, it's too easy to want to join him just by sending some gold and silver jewelry.
Seeing his answer, the prefect couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Xiaguan also ordered someone to pass a Biyun Lake here, with more than 100 koi carps in it, and a small pavilion in the center of the lake, where you can cook tea and fish on it, it is really a big life in life. Pleasure."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows calmly, and muttered to himself, "This old thing is quite enjoyable."
Zhang Jiji also sighed that the prefect was generous: "Brother Gongsun, I really sigh at myself."
The prefect is usually extravagant, but there is still a degree of extravagance. Today, when Du Lingchun arrives, he can be regarded as revealing his family. Three steps, one scene, ten steps and one pavilion, this private garden cannot be built without tens of thousands of taels of snowflake silver.
Anyway, everyone was full, and the prefect led the way in front, leading everyone to enjoy the scenery of the backyard, all as a walk to digest.
"The bonsai here is a rare green peony, which was bought by the lower official from a florist at a high price. The flowers and leaves are like jade, which is really rare in the world. Compared with Yao Huang Wei Zi, it is not a rare thing. already."
The magistrate showed his loyalty while introducing, and everyone could only echo and praise, but unfortunately Du Lingchun's response has been mediocre. Gongsun Zhuoyu also felt that there was nothing to look at, and looked at the green clump from a distance, just like cabbage.
The beautiful scenery of the good day, the moon is in the middle of the sky, because the backyard is full of flowers and plants, and there is a faint fragrance floating. However, when he was walking to the hand-picking porch, Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly smelled a faint stench. He couldn't help raising his sleeves to cover his nose, frowning, wondering if he had stepped on dog shit just now.
But the further you go inside, the stronger the stench, which makes you nauseous. This time, even others found something wrong. Du Lingchun was obsessed with cleanliness, and his face immediately became difficult to look at. He covered his nose with a silk handkerchief, and asked in a cold voice, "What makes it smelly?!"
The prefect was also suffocated. He smelled it from left to right, and finally found that the odor came from the small courtyard where the servants lived, and said angrily: "Here! What happened, why is it so stench!"
Four or five maids and servants rushed out from the side courtyard, all knelt down and pleaded guilty, with a panic-stricken expression: "Sir, forgive me, my lord."
When the prefect saw the crowd of servants, he frowned secretly: "Why don't you go to the banquet hall to serve, you are all gathered here?!"
A maid in pink at the head took a few steps on her knees and cried and said, "Sir, the well in the servant's house has an unpleasant stench and turbid water for the past two days. Who would have guessed… who would have guessed…”
The prefect inexplicably had a bad premonition, stomped his feet anxiously, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened, tell me quickly!"
The maid cried bitterly: "Who would have found a rotting female corpse, dressed in a red wedding dress, it's really horrifying, I know that the adults are entertaining distinguished guests in the front hall, so I am gathered here, and I dare not communicate. pass."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, and the prefect who reacted the most was the prefect. He didn't even care about the smell, and rushed into the hospital quickly, only to see a rotting corpse wrapped in a fishing net, lying quietly beside the well.
It was a moderately decomposed corpse, with white bones already exposed, only thin, fuzzy flesh and blood sticking to the body, maggots crawling, exuding a stench.
The only thing that was well preserved was the corpse's dark and messy ink hair, with a golden hairpin tangled in random hairpins and hooked by the hair. Dressed in a dazzling red wedding dress, entangled in fishing nets. Under the moonlight, the skull shone with white light, the eye sockets were empty and dark, and they stared at everyone in darkness, as if smiling.
The courtyard was filled with the stench of corpses, entangled with the sweet and greasy fragrance of flowers, and mixed with a special smell that rushed straight to the forehead.
"vomit!"
Some people couldn't accept such a shocking picture and ran out and vomited.
Gongsun Zhuoyu forcibly ignored the smell of corpses in the yard, and eagerly squeezed into Du Lingchun's side, waiting for the other party to spit it out, and then handed a handkerchief beside him to show his affection or something.
However, after waiting for a long time, Du Lingchun did not respond.
He just used his slender and white fingertips to hold the handkerchief, tightly covering his mouth and nose, the thick ink-like brows were getting tighter and tighter, and there was a cold light in his eyes, and then he said a cold voice. He asked, "Su Daofu, is this the other garden you prepared for this official?"
The voice was icy.