The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 469
Splendid articles, painted peach blossom scene, Nanyang left a name.

Mr. Bo Lang picked up the pen slowly, pondered for a long time, and then finished it with one stroke.

Luo Jiaojiao hurriedly sent Bo Langjun's poems, whose ink was still wet, to the desk of the bachelor in blue.

Kong Zhuo, a scholar in blue, is a famous Confucian in Nanyang.He has read five poems and essays, but he didn't like one.

Bo Langjun's poems made his eyes shine.

"The peaches of the mountain are shining brightly, neither bewitching nor charming, and the trees of the mountain are also. There are women like peaches, beautiful and graceful. They are graceful and charming, their cheeks are like peach red, and their lips are like Danko. They have a clear mind and do not provoke Dust... dances lightly in Lin Xi, in front of Xuan petals. The breeze blows slowly, and the ground is full of pink, I can't bear to step on it..."

"Your lord upstairs, please!"

The bachelor in blue showed approval, and nodded to Luo Jiaojiao, who looked expectant.

"Wow!"

Luo Jiaojiao was just about to fly in surprise, when she suddenly thought that she was in the Fengyun Pavilion, she held up her skirt and hurried to Bo Langjun's side to tell him the good news.

In fact, Mr. Bo Lang had guessed it from the expression of the bachelor in blue.He slowly got up and gave a slight salute to the blue-clothed bachelor, then took Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu up the second floor from the side stairs.

The upstairs is very quiet and elegant, without a trace of sound.

A dozen or so gentlemen are all painting with their breath held.Luo Jiaojiao's eyes lit up when she saw those paintings.

Mr. Bo Lang couldn't help being moved by it.Only then did he feel that Nanyang Chunshe was not as arty as he thought.

Luo Jiaojiao saw that they had painted a lot, and hurriedly dragged Bo Langjun's sleeve to a painting platform.

Bo Langjun touched the silk on the table and shook his head.

"Your Majesty, please follow me!"

A elegantly dressed woman came over and beckoned Mr. Bo to go to the back room with her.

Bo Langjun frowned, and followed Luo Jiaojiao.

There are many kinds of silk in the back room, but the woman who called herself Ya Niang said that these need to be paid in coins.

Mr. Bo Lang chose fine silk that is easy to paint and absorb colors, and told Luo Jiaojiao to ask Jiang Yu to pay the coins.

Luo Jiaojiao then took Jiang Yu to the back room.She followed Bo Langjun back to the painting table.

Mr. Bo Lang pressed down the four corners of the silk with stones, put the pen into the water and began to meditate.

Mr. Bo Lang knelt in front of the table and rubbed the ink lightly, not daring to breathe.

Mr. Bo Lang picked up his brush to paint, and in less than half a moment, a sketch of the peach grove in early spring appeared vividly on the silk.

In the picture, a little lady wearing flowers and fluttering butterflies is lifelike.

"Uncle Liu!"

A painter stopped the pen in his hand and saluted when he heard footsteps.

Mr. Liu walked down the stairs slowly, and everyone put down their pens and ink, and saluted together.

Mr. Bo Lang also followed the crowd to salute.Luo Jiaojiao saw that although this person had gray temples, his face was full of red.Wearing a purple robe, he showed his aristocratic status.

Mr. Liu waved his hands lightly, and everyone straightened up and stood without hands.

At this time, there were about twenty painters in the attic.His eyes never looked at people, they fell directly on the painting.

"Craftsmanship! Withdraw!"

Liu Gong looked at a landscape painting and shook his head.

The author of the painting went downstairs with his painting dejectedly.

"Insufficient writing power! Withdraw!"

"The colors are gaudy! Withdraw!"

"The ink color is single! Withdraw!..."

For a time, about half of the people went down.Liu Gong finally came to Bo Langjun's painting platform.

"It's broken! Mr. Lang has only sketched the sketch in a hurry, and hasn't colored it yet! I'm sure I won't pass it!"

Luo Jiaojiao thought sadly in her heart.

Mr. Bo Lang has no idea at this time!After all, the painters here are very good!
"Okay! The rest of you can go upstairs!"

After Liu Gongyan said that, he took Bo Langjun's sketch and went downstairs.

"Lang Jun! You passed!"

Luo Jiaojiao was so excited beyond description!

"He must have been to Junshan in Pingcheng!"

Mr. Bo Lang saw that Mr. Liu was only interested in that painting, but he never even glanced at him, so he deduced.

"Would you like to go down and find out?"

Jiang Yu clasped his hands to question Bo Langjun.

"Forget it! We're just passing by here! One more thing is worse than one less thing!"

Watching the backs of Liu Gong and his attendants disappearing on the stairs, Bo Langjun led Luo Jiaojiao up to the third floor.

There is only one window seat left upstairs.Bo Langjun and the three walked over gently.

After he was seated, a scholar in white began to pluck the strings.

The Sanskrit sound is breathless, and the tone is pure.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Confucian scholar's hand.

Confucian scholars are proficient in technique, and the qin music is smooth and touching.

Mr. Bo Lang had never heard this qin song before, so he knew it must be a new song.

"Gong Langjun's piano music and piano skills are amazing!"

After Gong Langjun played the song, everyone applauded to congratulate him.

"To be honest, this song is not my masterpiece, but it's written by Sister She!"

Gong Langjun introduced the girls around him to other gentlemen.

Gong Xiaoniang's cheeks were slightly pink, and she bowed to everyone with lowered eyelids.

"Talented!"

Someone among the gentlemen praised him.

A beautiful woman in green clothes and plain hair plucked the strings.The sound of her piano is sometimes tactful, sometimes chirping, like a bird flying over a stream, or the wind blowing through a treetop...

"it is good!"

There was applause and applause.

Immediately afterwards, all the gentlemen plucked the strings one after another, each leading the way.

It's Bo Langjun's turn to play the piano.He pondered for a while, and played the song "Peach Rhyme" composed by Qin Li.

Bo Langjun's piano skills were unparalleled, even Qin Li couldn't match him, and everyone was amazed by his skills.

Seeing that everyone was dumbfounded, Luo Jiaojiao immediately smiled like a flower, and her brows were beaming with joy.

Zhang Jinwen, who was sitting on the side listening to the piano, also applauded Bo Langjun.

It was only then that Luo Jiaojiao noticed a man with a handsome face and bright eyes sitting beside the Confucian scholar in white.

Mr. Bo Lang was so engrossed in playing the qin music that he didn't notice that Luo Jiaojiao's eyes were on Zhang Jinwen.

Seeing Luo Jiaojiao staring at him, Zhang Jinwen bowed to her.

It was only then that Luo Jiaojiao realized that she was a little rude, and hurriedly saluted back.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the lingering sound lingered around the beam.

"wonderful!"

Everyone was full of praise for Bo Langjun's piano skills.

"Could it be that Mr. Lang is the luthier in the palace?"

The Confucian scholar in white saw that Bo Langjun's qin skills were extraordinary and had the characteristics of court qin skills, so he bowed his hands and asked.

"My husband is not a luthier!"

Luo Jiaojiao spoke quickly and blurted out.

"The servant is rude, please forgive me! I still have something to do, just go ahead!"

Mr. Bo Lang got up and gave a little salute, and then left Fengyun Pavilion with Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu in full view.

"People watched it too! The fun is here too! Shouldn't we be leaving?"

Mr. Bo Lang asked Luo Jiaojiao after getting into the carriage.

"He's not as good-looking as you!"

Luo Jiaojiao felt that Zhang Jinwen was more than handsome, but not strong enough.

Mr. Bo Lang was amused when he heard it.He felt that this half-day was not in vain.

Jiang Yu was about to drive away when he saw a majestic old man in ocher clothes come out of Fengyun Pavilion and said, "Wait a minute, sir!"

Mr. Bo opened the curtain of the car and saw that the flower girl behind the old man was holding a jade sign in her hand and sent it to the car window.

Mr. Bo Lang stretched out his hand to take a look. The jade plaque was exquisitely carved, with the name of the head of Chunshe on it.

"Thank you for your love! Jiang Yu!"

When Jiang Yu heard Mr. Bo calling him, he went to the carriage and took out a small box of pearls, presenting it to Fengyun Pavilion.

The old man in ocher clothes is the Pavilion Master of Fengyun Pavilion.Seeing that Mr. Bo Lang made such a generous move, he didn't refuse.

"This old man asks you to write down your name, so that it can be recorded in the book!"

"Surname Bo, name Zhao, from Chang'an!"

Mr. Bo Lang saw the sincerity on the other party's face, so he told the truth.

"Uncle Guo, go slowly!"

The master of Fengyun Pavilion led people to bow and salute, and watched Mr. Bo Lang's carriage leave.

(End of this chapter)