As he said that, Hua Zhuo ignored Zhuang Jing, held Cheng Ning in one hand and Bai Lu in the other, and said with a smile: "Let's sit and have tea and talk. Don't pay attention to sister Jing'er. She likes to see the scenery of Taiye Pond, so she Let her lie down by the window and watch as long as she can, it won't freeze her to death."
Hua Zhuo stopped laughing and turned to look at Bai Lu again. Seeing that the girl was completely immersed in Qi Gong's painting and would not wake up for a while, he didn't call her and sat next to Cheng Ning.
Zhuang Jing took off her cloak and hat, and threw herself to the window with cheers. Hua Zhuo grabbed her by the hand and scolded her with a smile: "Why are you so anxious? The Taiye Pond is outside, and you can't run if you don't have any legs."
"You are the best at talking. Please help me persuade Sister Bai to give up this idea early. Even if Qi Gong's wife died of illness the year before last, she can't think about being a stepmother..."
"Jing'er just likes to make trouble. Sister Cheng, don't pay attention to her. As long as I'm still in Beijing, whenever you want to come to Qiushuitai, just send someone to let me know."
Zhuang Jing hummed, but she took Hua Zhuo's hand and said with a smile: "Don't look at Sister Cheng's plain clothes. She is a rich man. She always talks about coming to Qiushuitai to play, but she can't decide to do it today. Forget it if you are the host, next time you post an invitation to her and ask her to be the host, as long as it is here at Qiushuitai, let alone snow, she is willing to come with a knife, and then kill her severely... "
Zhuang Jing continued to whisper, which made Hua Zhuo dumbfounded. Who is she to Bai Lu? They just met for the second time today. How can she persuade Bai Lu? Besides, can she persuade Bai Lu
The daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs. No wonder Zhuang Jing said she was a rich man. If the person in charge of the Household Department had no money, only a ghost would believe it. Hua Zhuo smiled and looked at Cheng Ning's clothes. It was indeed very simple, except for a small and exquisite necklace hanging on her waist. The bronze mirror of the Eight Immortals, a delicate velvet flower on the head, and no other ornaments on the body. The clothes are also made of cotton. Although the material is fine cotton, it is not as good as the brocade on Zhuang Jing and Bai Lu. , is already inferior, let alone compared with the leather suit he wears.
There is also a poem written next to it: The willows are full of long inscriptions, the road is not lost in the bright flowers, the boat painter has not yet risen, I am lying on my side listening to the song of the oriole. The signature is Qi Chang'an of Taiping Prefecture. Qi Gong is the honorific title of Qi Changan. In fact, Qi Changan was established just after this year, but he became famous at a young age. When he was fourteen, he became famous all over the world with his painting "Viewing the River". When he turned thirty, he became famous all over the world. In the year of Qi, he had already received the honorific title Qi Gong.
Hua Zhuo chuckled and saw that the girl named Cheng's face turned red.
"I just dabbled a little, but I'm not very good at it."
Hua Zhuo looked out the window and sighed regretfully. This snow scene is really fascinating. It would be great if he could paint it.
Zhuang Jing was embarrassed by being teased. Thinking that she was indeed nosy, she felt a little embarrassed. She turned around and pulled Cheng Ning, who was still lifting the green gauze veil enthusiastically, and said, "Come and have tea with me."
But it turned out that when Hua Zhuo asked Qiqiao to spread paper and grind ink, Cheng Ning couldn't help but lift the green gauze cover on the wall. She was lucky enough to lift the second green gauze cover, and she happened to find Tai. Liquid Spring Dawn Picture.
Bai Lu thought about it and realized that it was indeed a coincidence. She couldn't help but smile. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Cheng Ning's voice: "Sister Bai, I found the Taiye Spring Dawn Picture."
Bai Lian's face turned slightly red and he said: "I heard that there is a painting of spring dawn in Taiye left by Qi Gong, the contemporary master of painting, in Qiushuitai, and I want to copy it."
Bai Lu's words were obviously modest. If he wasn't good at it, how would he dare to copy the words of Qi Gong, the master of painting
Following her introduction, Hua Zhuo and the round-faced girl bowed to each other, and they were acquainted.
Qiqiao and Baxiu stood at the door. When they heard this, they immediately opened the door and went out. They gave a few instructions to Han San and Zhao Si who were waiting outside. After a while, the two waiters brought tea and snacks.
Bai Lu smiled softly, took a sip of tea, and looked at Hua Zhuo but hesitated to speak. Hua Zhuo happened to catch a glimpse and said, "Sister Bai has something to say. It doesn't hurt to say it directly."
"Sister Bai admires Qi Gong very much."
"Don't, don't listen to her nonsense... I, my name is Cheng Ning, my father is the Minister of Household Affairs, I am not a rich man, but I still have the money to make a fortune..."
Bai Lu called the girl she brought, but Hua Zhuo didn't stop him. He just heard the girl's name and couldn't help but smile and said: "My girl's name is Qiqiao and yours is Qiao'er. What a coincidence. .”
Zhuang Jing became anxious and said, "What's the matter? Jinggong has been dead for decades..."
Bai Lu just covered her lips and smiled softly, not matching her tone.
Hua Zhuo was stunned, admiration, what kind of admiration? Judging from the way Zhuang Jing winked, she knew without thinking that it must be a lady's thoughts. This is not surprising. Bai Lu is already fourteen or fifteen years old. Well... she hasn't had a hairpin yet. She is not yet fifteen years old, but she has reached the age of a girl. At Huaichun's age, it's not surprising that she has thoughts of a lady, but as far as she knows, Qi Gong is already in his thirties and already has a wife. Bai Lu, as the daughter of Zhongshu Sheren, cannot possibly marry Qi Gong. Concubine.
Zhuang Jing curled her lips and reluctantly pulled the round-faced girl over and said, "Sister Bai, you have met me before, so I won't introduce you. This is Sister Cheng... I originally made an appointment with Sister Zhang and Sister Liu, but they He said the heavy snow had blocked the road and it was difficult to travel, so he stopped coming."
Hua Zhuo also simply said: "Qiqiao, spread the paper and grind it."
After thinking about it, she pulled Zhuang Jing aside and asked softly: "Sister Jing'er, how do you know this?"
"Okay, Sister Zhuo'er, you are just trying to burn down bridges. Now that you have this sister, you don't need that sister anymore. Sister Bai, please help me judge..."
This Minister of the Ministry of Revenue is really not an ordinary person. He is clearly in charge of the treasury, but he makes his daughter dress up so plainly. No wonder the chief officers of the six departments are changed every few years, but only the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Personnel, the two major oil and water departments, have not been changed in ten years. Passed the chief officer. She didn't know what Mr. Zhuang was like as an official, but from a young age, she could understand the reason why the Minister of Hube had not changed hands for ten years.
Bai Lu covered her lips and chuckled, "How could you introduce me like this?"
Zhuang Jing ran over at some point, and while Bai Lu was intoxicated, she lay down and whispered in Hua Zhuo's ear.
"Wow, it's so warm inside..."
Zhuang Jing curled her lips and said, "Every time Sister Bai hears someone mention Qi Gong, she can't help but want to interject | come in and say a few words, her eyes will light up. You know, she usually can't make a fart out of three poles." Man, none of the sisters in our circle can tell that we are just looking out for her face, so it’s hard to say anything. Sister Zhuoer, you and she have just met, and it’s easiest to talk to her. Please try to persuade her in private."
Hua Zhuo took a few steps away from the window, turned around, and saw three girls dressed in different styles coming in one after another. The first one was Zhuang Jing, with two blushes on her delicate and beautiful face. With a white hat on her head, she is particularly attractive. Following her is a girl with a round face. The same rosy face, although not very beautiful, looks a bit cute, which is very pleasing. , and the last one is the Miss Bai whom I met in Qionglin Pavilion. Her name is Bai Lu, and her father is from Zhongshushe.
Bai Lu suddenly forgot what she wanted to say and turned around to admire it mesmerizingly. Hua Zhuo also followed. The calligraphy she practiced, the first thing she saw at first sight was the "Taiye Spring Dawn Picture". Although Qi Gong is a master of painting, calligraphy and painting have not been separated since ancient times. Most of those who are good at painting are also very good at calligraphy. Skilled, these five characters are drawn with flying white, with traces of silk in the ink, just like a woman's green hair like a waterfall, so beautiful and touching, and under the spring dawn, the ten-mile weeping willow bank beside Taiye Lake, the nine-curved white stone bridge with the lake light, forms A perfect match.
"Sister Bai is good at painting?" Hua Zhuo asked with a smile.
"You know how to bully me. If Sister Wan'er is here, she will definitely be on my side." Zhuang Jing muttered, then lay down by the window again, admiring the snowy scene of Taiye Pond. After a while, her eyes glowed and she said, "If the second brother is here, Just paint this beautiful scenery and keep it forever."
"It's not necessarily... that, just ordinary admiration. Look, Wan'er always looks like that when she mentions the great poet Jinggong." Hua Zhuo felt more and more amused that these girls gathered together They talk about random topics everywhere, and they like to think wildly, making even simple things complicated.
Zhuang Jing stopped looking at the scenery and rushed over to shake Bai Lu's hand for support.
Speaking of which, Hua Zhuo started to make fun of Zhuang Jing.
"Don't bother that sister. Let my maid come. Qiao'er, you go."
"Sister Bai is a person who knows right from wrong. Don't bother her." Hua Zhuo spoke for her. When she was in Qionglin Pavilion that day, Bai Lu rarely spoke. She was a very gentle and quiet girl, and she didn't seem to be like that. Miss Chen and Miss Yu loved gossip so much that Hua Zhuo had a very good impression of her.
"I hate you, I won't pay attention to you..."
"I don't care anymore. Sister Cheng, you can say it yourself if you have anything to say. I'll tell you first. If you still want to come to this Qiushui Terrace in the future, hurry up and flatter Sister Zhuo'er first..."
Zhuang Jing's introduction was indeed unqualified. He didn't even mention his name. There were thousands of people with the surname Cheng in the world. Who was this Cheng? I had to mention it at least.
"Okay, you, the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry to die, no matter he is alive or dead, the feeling of admiration is the same, whether it is Wan'er or Sister Bai, they all have a brocade in their hearts. Beautiful people admire their talent. If there were no Qi Gong, there would be Zhang Gong and Li Gong. You are so young and have the smell of milk dried up on your body, but you are so carefree... "
Cheng Ning didn't stutter, it was just that she was relatively shy by nature. When meeting people she met for the first time, it was inevitable that she would have some difficulty speaking smoothly, but the eyes she looked at Hua Zhuo were full of eagerness. She has been going to Qiu Shui Terrace for a long time, but the Jingzhong Restaurant in this place has never easily accepted reservations. Unless you are a famous scholar or a famous talent in the world, you can book Qiu Shui Terrace in advance. Otherwise, it will be difficult to use money, and honor The people from Antang were never in Beijing, and they couldn't even go through the back door, so when she knew that Zhuang Jing's invitation was at Qiushuitai, and that one of the people who came was a young lady from Rongantang, she was determined to come. , Zhuang Jing's saying "Don't say it's snowing, it's just going to be a knife" is really right.