Chapter 27 The country breaks through mountains and rivers

When Zheng Maner heard that he could finally go back, he was overjoyed. He hurriedly sent people to pack up his things, and went into the inner room to change a right pink shirt. The edge of the sleeves were all rolled with an inch of deep red lines. At first glance, the solid color was no lines. When he approached, he could see that it was embroidered with apricot flowers of the same color, but the bottom was a The gorgeous pomegranate red dress was dressed brightly, so he followed Changyang and Yuanxiu to say goodbye to Xuanhong with great interest.

Waiting for Xuanhong to finish his homework outside, Changyang became the chief. After salute, he explained to Xuanhong that he would take Yuanxiu and Chengyi back to the palace. Xuanhong had already guessed the reason and nodded indifferently. However, Cai Lan followed Yuanxiu, but felt that there was a trace of disappointment in her eyes, and her heart was secretly strange, but he thought that Xuanhong was Yuanxiu's aunt, which would not be detrimental to Yuanxiu, and now they are about to return to Chang'an, so she didn't pay attention to it.

When I returned to the house, the dragonfly, green picking and the people brought by Princess Changyang had already packed up all the things, and only a few uncertain things were waiting for Yuanxiu and Zheng Man'er to make a decision.

Yuan Xiu glanced forward and pointed to one of the carved eight-edged inkstone platforms and said, "This is the thing in view. Don't take it wrong. The rest is ours."

"Oh, you have been using this Yantai Jiujiu these days. Didn't you bring it?" Zheng Man'er said curiously.

"How can I bring these things? It was prepared for me by my third aunt when I copied the scriptures. Yuan Xiu said, "Have you taken it to wash it before putting it away?"

Cai Green was about to answer the words. Zheng Man'er casually held his finger in the inkstone, looked at his fingertips and nodded, "It's washed."

"Princess, wipe your hands." The dragonfly handed a brocade handkerchief, "There is always some residual ink in it."

Zheng Maner flicked his finger carelessly: "Just a little..." Who knew that the drops of water and half and half ink at her fingertips happened to fly up the wall. Yuan Xiu followed him and complained, "Don't ruin the third aunt's painting!"

"The third aunt used to be good at painting peaches..." Changyang said half a sentence and saw the painting that had been dusted with an inconspicuous little ink stains, but sighed, "Isn't this painting painted by the third aunt?"

Xuan Hongyuan was worried that the guest room was in disrepair and could not withstand the thunderstorm a few days ago. The room they changed was decorated like an ordinary rich man, and there was naturally a roll of calligraphy and painting on the wall. When Zheng Man'er entered the door that day, he was reminded by the dragonfly for shaking off the water droplets on his cloak, but that night he was busy wiping and placing it, because Yuanxiu and Zheng Maner are used to famous people's handwriting in wealth. The calligraphy and painting on this wall are ordinary and they don't pay attention to it anymore.

At this moment, she was mentioned by Princess Changyang, and then noticed that it was a vertical scroll about four feet wide. The paper has turned yellow over time, and it looks more and more dark. From the eyes of the people present, the painting skills are mediocre, but the content is quite rare. It is not a common figure in Dream Tang Dynasty, or the usual The pleasant landscape turned out to be a rush of war, a group of beautiful embles burning, and painting buildings of scorched earth, just like a country breaking mountains and rivers.

After seeing it clearly, everyone was stunned, and Zheng Maner was the most straightforward: "Who painted this? Why is the third aunt still hanging here?

There is no imprint on the painting, but a Wei tablet font is left at the top, which is much better than the painting. The ink is everywhere, showing the style:

The sound of the pipa heard the drum, and the news of Yuyang broke the song and dance.

The emperor rushed out of the letter, and the car ran over all the romantic bones.

The war is in the husthouse, and the Taiwan star is falling,

The suspected ghost cave in Baitai, Lan Province, and his temples were humiliated.

The country was delicately folded into the well, and the baby girl abandoned the way.

Why does Cui Wei hesitate when he looks back at Zi Gai in the west? Therefore, they mourned all over the households, and the parrots lived on the beams.

The pear garden is deserted and the children are withered, and the Penglai Fairy Pavilion walks with rabbit fox.

The river in the east is cold, the three towns are lonely, the seamen cry back to the road, and the Central Plains is broken.

After that, the beacon regretted the beginning, and Niu Li frequently falsely slandered each other in the middle.

In the past, the waiters gradually became the main one, and they called everyone to keep the eunuchs and slaves.

The king of Chang'an is as faint as he is, making you look at the sky.

The land has been piled up for a hundred years, and you can't bear to see the beautiful scenery torched one after another?

Although the word

is good, the content written is really disappointing. After reading it, people are disillusioned.

"Is this talking about the Anshi Rebellion?" Zheng Man'er blurted out!

"And in the back, looking at the river in the cold, the three towns want to be alone, the seamen cried back to the road, and the Central Plains broke the sound book..." Yuan Xiu said lightly, "Hebei three towns, the Niu Li party struggle, the change of the sweet dew, the separation of the vassal town... On the contrary, we have recorded all the things that our dream of Tang Dynasty from prosperity to decline. No wonder the rivers and mountains are broken in the painting, and the buildings are decadent and soldiers are desolate. Four!"

Changyang's face looked ugly: "Although this, the former emperor worked hard to govern, and now the fifth brother is also diligent in government affairs. These are all things in the past. Why does the third aunt still hang it here?" Since the emperor gave the order to marry Cui Fengwu, Changyang has been looking forward to being able to stay with his love as soon as possible. Because of the death of the late emperor and the mourning of Empress Dowager Zhaoxian, the late emperor was fine. Empress Dowager Zhaoxian postponed her marriage this time. Changyang could not say anything in front of people, but in private, he was extremely annoyed.

Now she is counting the days and looking forward to joy. It's strange that she can be happy when she sees such a picture poem.

"Let's ask." Yuan Xiu pondered slightly, "The third aunt asked me and Man'er to move here, but she didn't put away the painting. Obviously, she didn't care what we saw. Maybe there was the reason?"

"Although the third aunt is a monk, in our eyes, she is the imperial aunt! What's the point of saying directly? Do you have to be so circuitous? Changyang is a little dissatisfied.

As he spoke, a blue-clothed female crown came outside, but Yao Guang, who had known him except Princess Changyang, said slowly: "The Lord asked the poor road to come to remind him that there may be showers in the afternoon. If you don't leave immediately, please stay until later, so as not to avoid inconvenience on the way."

"Yaoguang Taoist priest." Yuan Xiu nodded to her, pointed to the painting on the wall and asked, "I'll leave immediately, but I just saw that the painting was not from my aunt's hand, and there was no seal. I don't know who made it and was hung here?"

Yaoguang took a look at her finger and said indifferently, "This is what Mr. Wangyou did."

Yuan Xiuqi said, "Mr. Wangyou? Who is it?" However, he felt that his sleeve had been pulled, but Yaoguang was already answering: "Mr. Wangyou is another name. His surname is Du Qingtang, and his name is Hehuan. He is the prime minister of the previous dynasty. Now he lives in the old house of the Du family in Jing'an Square."

"Du Qingtang?" Yuanxiu frowned slightly. Empress Dowager Zhaoxian was quite a virtue queen, humble and virtuous and did not ask about political affairs. Yuanxiu had been raised by her since childhood and did not know much about the affairs of the previous dynasty, but she also heard that Emperor Xianzong trusted Du Qingtang very much when he was alive. In her reign for more than ten years, almost all major political affairs were handled according to Du's AD. Bao Including the disposal of my biological mother's family!

Therefore, after Fengchun succeeded to the throne before Xianzongling, the first thing was to let Du Qingtang step down and build a place for his master Wei. According to Fengchun's words when the brothers and sisters of Ganlu Hall quarreled that day, Fengchun expelled the man out of the temple in order to get the Du family as soon as possible, and even used the way of respecting the Empress Dowager Wang Hui as Empress Zhaoxian to obtain the support of the Wang family.

Xuanhong's monk was a matter before Yuanxiu was born. Unexpectedly, Du Qingtang not only had a personal relationship with Xianzong's princes and ministers, but also the former Princess Yongshou had a personal relationship with him.

At this moment, although there are two princesses and a princess here, they are all Xuanhong's descendants. They are not sure what the relationship between Xuanhong and Du Qingtang is. After silent for a long time, Yuanxiu reluctantly said, "Since my aunt said that there will be rain in the afternoon, I think since we have to go back, we should leave as soon as possible."

"Good." Princess Changyang frowned and secretly looked at Yaoguang, but saw that the other party's eyes were lowered, looked indifferent, and she didn't care about her.

On behalf of Xuanhong, he sent Changyang and his party away. Yaoguang returned to the quiet room. Fang Weilu was glad: "Master, Princess Yuanxiu still noticed the painting!"

"Although it was hanging in a conspicuous place, I forgot that the painting skills of Hehuan were not as good as me. Jiu Niang grew up in the palace and saw the hands of many masters of the past dynasties, and it was no wonder that she would sweep them away..." Xuan Hong smiled slightly bitterly, "I thought it would be a waste of time to keep Jiu Niang for so long this time, but fortunately, she finally noticed it."