Looking at the mountains from a distance, they are colorful, but listening to the water is silent.

When spring is gone, flowers are still there, and birds are not surprised when people come.

——Wang Wei "Painting"

The moon is hazy, the lights are hazy, and the people in the painting are getting hazy.

Wang Yi sat in front of the Huangshan Taoist's posthumous work "Ao Mei Tu", sitting still, and in his eyes, there was only the red plum and the beauty in the Ao Mei picture.

Wang Yiben is not a person who likes calligraphy and painting. He bought paintings from Fu Mingsu in order to show respect to Fu Kun and follow the elegant trend of the capital by the way.

Ever since he had this "Ao Mei Tu", dignitaries and dignitaries came and went in and out of his family from time to time, just to see this "Ao Mei Tu". This really helped him gain a foothold in the middle of the capital, allowing him to enter the elegant and noble circle of the capital faster.

But gradually, Wang Yi watched those people pointing and pointing at "Ao Meitu", and a strange smell of jealousy arose in his heart. He developed an unexplainable, unexplainable desire for monopoly on this painting.

It was indeed a beautiful painting that fascinated him. He is less and less willing to share this painting with others, and less and less willing to see those people's obsessive eyes on his painting. The feeling that made him sick was like taking off his beloved girl's clothes for others to watch.

He was deeply displeased by this, but for the sake of rights, he still reluctantly let people watch it. In recent days, he decided to reject those visitors who wanted to watch "Ao Mei Tu" on the grounds of "Ao Mei Tu" conservation.

Among the wave after wave of visitors, Wang Yi also gradually learned some rumors about Taoist Huangshan and this "Ao Mei Tu".

Huangshan Taoist is a nickname, his real name is Huang Ye, and he was a well-known painter in the early Qian Dynasty. This Huangshan Taoist has always only painted landscapes, and his painting style is also neat and tidy, known for his fineness. Because of its exquisite and meticulous transformation, it was very popular with the ancestors and emperors.

Once the painting was favored by the emperor, the painter would rise overnight and become a dignitary. It is often hard to find a picture.

But gradually, Huang Ye's paintings entered a bottleneck, only some mountains and rivers, and was quickly caught up by other painters, and his popularity in the capital gradually declined. It used to be hard to find a painting, but later it was given away for nothing and no one wanted it.

Suddenly one year, his painting style changed to bright and bold, and it was this "Proud Picture" that made him famous in one fell swoop. This unrestrained painting method, the bright contrast of colors, and the looming beauty make Huang Ye's paintings instantly full of vitality, and they are no longer as lifeless as landscapes.

His paintings start to draw people's imagination, and everyone can't help but wonder what the beauties in the paintings are doing? What are you thinking? Who is she standing there waiting for? Is it your lover?

Such speculation makes Huang Ye's paintings become endless. And that "A Beautiful Picture" was also kept in Huang Ye's bedroom.

Afterwards, there was an endless stream of people seeking paintings. Huang Ye has added this beauty to his field of landscapes, which makes his paintings not only have scenery, but also be more emotional, and the combination of scenes and scenes will make people imagine.

Suddenly one day, Huang Ye wanted to retreat to paint, and this retreat lasted for half a month. For the past half month, he has been in the room, not going out for half a step. There are also servants at the gate waiting for the demolition. Then, something strange happened.

The next day, the servant opened the door to deliver breakfast as usual, and when he was about to clean up, he found that Huang Ye was missing!

The servant confirmed that Huang Ye never left the room, so how did he disappear out of thin air?

Since then, folks began to spread the legend of Huangshan Taoist becoming a fairy and ascending to immortality, saying that his paintings were so good that he was invited by the Jade Emperor to become a painting fairy, just like his nickname: Huangshan Taoist, he became a fairy.

Whether he became a fairy or not, no one knows. All I know is that this "Ao Meitu", which made Huang Ye scored twice and became famous again, went through several times after that, and finally disappeared.

Until today, it was bought by Wang Yi.

Such a legendary painting has returned to the capital again, how can those who love painting not come here in admiration?

Sitting in front of the painting, Wang Yiduan stared deeply: "Ao Mei Tu, Ao Mei Tu, you have brought me good luck, how should I repay you?"

"Come in and accompany me..." Suddenly, these four soft words blew past his ears like the wind. That soft, sandy voice was indistinguishable from male and female, but it was extremely provocative.

Wang Yi continued to look at Aomitu in front of him obsessively: "It's so beautiful...it's so beautiful..."

The painting scroll swayed slightly in the wind, and the red plums seemed to come alive. Before Wang Yi's eyes, they also swayed, like the branches of red plums swaying gently in the breeze, the red, gorgeous The petals fluttered, they floated out of the scroll, into the air around Wang Yi, and landed in the palm of his hand.

He watched obsessively, unable to extricate himself from the obsession of this winding scene, and did not notice the strangeness of this scene at all.

"Come..." The ethereal, ethereal voice reappeared, and the beauty among the red plums actually moved. She turned around slowly, her black hair was flying in the wind, and her face was faintly visible between the flying hair.

She held out her hand to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi stood up obsessively, and opened his eyes wide: "Beauty...you finally turned around..." He approached Aomitu step by step, and stretched out his hand to the beauty, "Take me there...Take me quickly... I go…"

The red petals swirled suddenly and became densely packed, surrounding Wang Yi, exuding a cautious **** light in the light, the bright red and dazzling **** light reflected the entire room red and stained the surrounding walls red.

Thick blood actually fell from the beams of the house. From dripping down like rain to pouring down like a torrent, in an instant, the whole room seemed to be washed by blood, completely turning blood red.

The petals were spinning in front of Wang Yi, making him unable to see the sea of ​​blood outside. Even if there was no cover, only the beauty in white in the painting could be seen in his bewildered eyes.

He walked into the passage of red plums, and his figure gradually faded away among the petals. The petals spun rapidly again, circled around the room, and rushed back into the scroll like a red blood snake.

Suddenly, the wind is quiet, the painting is quiet, the blood is quiet, everything is still. Time stood still for a moment in this room, the blood drops were still in the air, and the candle flame also froze.

The next moment, a red vortex appeared on the screen, sucking all the blood into the vortex!

On the wall, on the floor, on the bed, every place, every drop of blood has been sucked into the picture scroll!

The candlelight flickered again, but there was no sign of Wang Yi in the room. But on the "Ao Mei Tu", a drop of blood slowly slipped down, gradually sinking into the gorgeous red plum...

the next day.

Golden dragon pillars, panlong chairs, and the Qianchao hall are magnificent.

Civil and military are separated, and everyone has a happy face, because Emperor Cheng will hold a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet this year.

"How about the preparations at the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Industry?" Chengdi smiled and looked at the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Industry.

Li Wei, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, stepped forward: "Reporting to the emperor, the preparations for the Mid-Autumn Royal Banquet have been completed. The ministers wait to watch the sky at night. The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival must be clear. The moon is full and the stars are bright. It is the best time to enjoy the moon." Shang Shu smiled.

"Okay!" Chengdi patted his thigh, quite satisfied.

Zhao Su, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, stepped forward: "Reporting to the emperor, the tents and banquets for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet have also been set up, and they can be cleaned up today."

"En, that's right!" Emperor Cheng smiled with satisfaction, and looked around at the civil and military affairs of the court: "This imperial banquet, the monarch and his ministers will have fun together. You can bring your married children. I will be a matchmaker for you, hahaha—"

"Thank you Lord Ron—" Everyone was beaming. Today the court is full of joy.

The two adults began to report in detail, from the steps of the imperial banquet to the small utensils used in the imperial banquet, they all stated and introduced them one by one. It is also for the important ministers attending the imperial banquet to listen carefully, and then discuss and discuss, to see where there are mistakes. After all, it is a major sacrificial banquet, and there is no room for carelessness.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty listened carefully, smiling all over their faces.

What did you say that Emperor Cheng was a matchmaker for everyone, but he was actually recruiting relatives for his son and daughter. Which official would not like such a good deed?

At this time, Fu Kun was frowning, he had too many sons, but he was missing a daughter!

You said Duanmu Qingchen, the crown prince of Emperor Cheng, could not marry a man as the crown prince. Then his family's Rui'er is sure to win. Whether it's appearance, talent, or the deep friendship with Duanmu Qingchen, it's all the most suitable.

People worry about having too many daughters and not being able to give birth to sons, but they don't know the importance of these rich and powerful having daughters.

This time, he may lose to You Xianglin Jingzhi, because he has both sons and daughters!

There happened to be one son and one daughter in Lin Jing's family. The eldest son Lin Shulun was also a well-educated wit. Lin Shiyue, a son and daughter, is a beautiful woman who is proficient in the four elegance.

In the competition for the crown princess, Fu Kun can be said to have been completely eliminated. But in the competition for the son-in-law, he can give it a go.

The second and third sons in the family are not yet married. But he knows Fu Mingrui's temper, that child is very rigid, if he is asked to marry the princess for the sake of the family, he may not be willing. But the third child is more obedient.

Fu Kun turned around and pinched secretly.

"Will the third son come back in time?" Yao Guangyuan's head poked out beside him.

"Ahem!" Fu Kun's face darkened, and he coughed and turned away. Fatty Yao has become a genius? How can you guess everything?

That's right, he was just trying to figure out whether his third son, Fu Minghui, would be able to rush back from the barracks.

The eldest princess of the Qian Dynasty and the fourth princess have all married out, leaving only the seventh princess Duanmu Yaxin. The eyeliner in the palace told Fu Kun that since there was only one daughter left, Emperor Cheng didn't want to let the only daughter marry out, and wanted to keep Princess Yaxin by his side. This shows the position of Princess Yaxin in Emperor Cheng's heart.

So this Mid-Autumn Royal Banquet can be described as a royal blind date meeting. As long as the important officials of the imperial court who can participate in this imperial banquet have married children, this time is undoubtedly an important opportunity.

As for the in-laws of the royal family, the benefits needless to say.

Therefore, since Fu Kun doesn't have a daughter who can be a princess, he must win the Seventh Princess! He has asked the eyeliner in the palace to investigate the seventh princess' preferences in detail, even if she likes to play with her on weekdays, she will not let it go.

"Oh~~~What can I do if I have no children~~~" Fatty Yao said sourly beside Fu Kun again, "However, your chances are not great, although the right minister only has one son , but Old General Yuchi's son gave birth to a litter! Hahaha—" Yao Guang sneered at Fu Kun's side without shame.

Fu Kun became more and more frowning amidst Yao Guang's suppressed laughter. Fatty Yao was right this time, he naturally despised others, but Yu Chigong really gave birth to a litter of sons! And the sons of the family have made great achievements one by one! This is his greatest enemy!

He narrowed his eyes and cast a gloomy glance at Yu Chigong opposite, the old man was really rosy and full of energy, he seemed to have a plan in mind.

At this moment, Fu Kun only hated that Emperor Cheng had given birth to less daughters, and he had also given birth to less educated, reasonable, gentle and virtuous daughters.

"Very well, let's do it according to this, do you have any other suggestions?" Cheng Emperor's face was also beaming. He was also happy that his sons could find the girls they liked at this imperial banquet. He had long wanted to find a concubine for the prince, and he didn't want to find someone who was gentle and virtuous, but he wanted to find a powerful woman to take care of his prodigal prince.

Everyone was also beaming, and saluted one after another: "I have no objection."

Emperor Cheng laughed, stood up and waved his sleeves: "Okay, let's go. Hahaha—" It can be seen that Emperor Cheng is in a good mood.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet is held in the Palace of the Royal Enclosure, where the venue is large enough to accommodate courtiers and their children.

Fu Kun went out with a sad face, and Yao Guang followed closely behind him. Here, Yao Guang followed Fu Kun out of the court like a follower, and over there, Lord Lin Zhengying, who was temporarily the Minister of the Household Department, walked towards the right minister Lin Jingzhi: "Your minister."

Lin Jingzhi looked calmly at Lin Zhengying: "What's the matter, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Zhengying frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment before saying to Lin Jingzhi: "Master Right, Mr. Wang Yi, the disciple of Mr. Zuo, is missing."

"Hiss..." Lin Jingzhi was slightly surprised, he saw that the court was empty, and then looked at Lin Zhengying, "Are you sure?"

Lin Zhengying nodded: "At first it was just the future, and he didn't ask for leave. I thought he was absent from work, but three days later his family found him and said he was missing. He didn't know if he was working in my household department, so he never reported to the officials. Then The subordinate officials also took people to his residence in the capital, but indeed no one was found, the imperial banquet is coming soon, and an official suddenly disappears, I'm afraid... the Holy Majesty will be angered."

Lin Jingzhi frowned and pondered for a moment, then looked at Lin Zhengying: "Officials in the capital are greedy for pleasure and fun, and those who love leisure and work are common. There were officials who disappeared for seven days in a row, and in the end, they enjoyed themselves in a brothel. You know the details of Wang Yi. , or in a brothel or a mistress."

Lin Zhengying frowned slightly: "Then I just expelled him from the household department for this reason."

Lin Jingzhi smiled lightly: "Since he is the one who pays the left minister, let him look for it."

"Let Fu Zuoxiang look for it?" Lin Jingzhi was slightly surprised, looked at Lin Jingzhi, understood something in his eyes, smiled and said, "I will go to the eight gates to report the crime."

"En..." Lin Jingzhi nodded, and walked away slowly, with a calm back.

Lin Zhengying breathed a sigh of relief. The disappearance of these third-rank officials is enough to report to the eight gates. Ask Fu Mingrui to find Wang Yi. If he really finds Wang Yi in a brothel or mistress, and if he uses this as an excuse to drive Wang Yi out of the household department, Fu Kun will have nothing to say.