The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 168: Street murals

Zhang Maocai blew his nose, folded his hands into his sleeves, and began to deeply regret that he didn't give up the money to buy a set of the three most popular cold protection treasures - earmuffs, gloves and masks. Seeing that this winter is getting more and more It's cold.

But now it's too late to regret, he just lost all the money his wife earned.

I'm not lucky...

All night gambling, his eyes were red, Zhang Maocai yawned, thinking in his heart, it's still early, and the genius is bright, otherwise, I can buy a set of cold-proof clothes while I go to a random store now. Three treasures?

Furthermore, he felt it was necessary for him to have the word "transit" written on the masks.

There are very few people on this street. Occasionally, one or two monks can be seen. They came out of the monastery early in the morning and were going to go door to door to wake up the citizens of Bianjing.

Zhang Maocai saw a few young people wearing big cloaks, carrying buckets, brushes, candlesticks, etc. in his hands, he looked at those people a few times - hum, rich people, must have been playing all night .

Why don't I have such luck? Cast into a wealthy yamen?

Zhang Maocai thought jealously and continued to walk forward. In a dim light, he saw that there was something on the wall in front of him, which was not there before, so he took a closer look.

——From this look, Zhang Maocai's heart was beating and blood was chilling, and his whole body froze.

Originally, his brain was filled with paste because he stayed up late to gamble, and now the paste is frozen, making him unable to think.

On the wall in front of me, there is a strange thing lying on top of it. It is as thin as a wood, with blue skin and long claws.

Where did this come from?

Look down, I don't know when a big hole broke in the masonry floor, a bottomless big hole, dark, shining with flames, and there are many hands and heads sticking out, all described in Buddhist scriptures Devil look.

If you look closely at their frescoes at any temple, you may still find the same image - but, definitely not so alive!

It's alive! real!

Zhang Maocai's calf trembled and he almost fainted.

He couldn't see clearly, so he got closer. Now, when he saw it, he was only a few steps away from this big hole. He almost fell into hell!

It's not safe even now, what if these evil spirits drag him in?

Zhang Maocai didn't dare to look at him at all, so he turned his head and ran back. He saw a monk in front of him and rushed over to hug him.

The monk was startled, "What, what are you going to do?!"

He thought, are the villains these days so mad that even monks are going to rob them?

Zhang Maocai took the monk's hand and said, "I, I want to take refuge! Great monk, hurry up and recite the scriptures for me!"

Monk: "..."

"Anyway, hurry up and recite the scriptures!" Zhang Maocai felt that he was still a little smart. Since **** had broken a hole, no matter how fast he ran, he would be overtaken by evil ghosts later. If there is a monk Chanting the sutras, it can go beyond that.

When the monk was inexplicable, he suddenly heard a scream not far away, his expression tightened, and he raised his feet to go there.

Zhang Maocai was shivering, grabbed him, and the paste in his brain turned from freezing to boiling, "Don't go, don't go! Someone has been dragged down! You hurry to recite!"

……

Early in the morning, before Yun Yanhui could wake up naturally, she was pushed awake by Shuang Yi.

"Brother Yan, get up quickly." Shuang Yi's voice was a little anxious.

Yunyan rolled over. He worked overtime the night before and was sleepy.

"Wake up, Governor Bao is going to arrest Brother Ling!"

Shuang Yi's words awakened Yun Yanhui. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in amazement, "What?"

Zheng Ling is the imperial edict of the painting academy. How could Bao Zheng arrest him for no reason?

Shuang Yi: "Really, if you say that he disturbed the security of Kaifeng, not only will he be arrested, but he will also be impeached by the censor!"

Yun Yan was in a mess in the wind, her drowsiness completely dissipated, and she sat up, "But, why is this? What did Zheng Ling do?"

Shuang Yi: "It's not just him, there are also several young painters in the picture academy. I heard from the government officials that it seems that they painted a picture on the wall and floor outside the tiles of Zhujiaqiao during the night. Pedestrians fainted."

Yunyan replied: "..."

Yun Yanhui suddenly felt her scalp tingle, climbed out of bed and started to put on clothes, tremblingly said: "I think I know what happened..."

A few days ago, Yun Yanhui came across Zheng Ling who was bored and his colleagues painted masks on the street, so he gave him an idea. Because of Zheng Ling's research on aquatic plants landscaping this year, the sense of space and three-dimensionality of the picture has increased a lot.

So, seeing that they were bored, Yun Yanhui simply suggested that he study three-dimensional paintings.

This is quite popular in modern times. Using the light and shadow of the picture, the virtual and the real, the plane painting is drawn into a three-dimensional effect, which makes people lose the visual illusion and see a three-dimensional thing.

However, this is very different from the traditional way of painting in ancient China, so Yun Yanhui didn't expect any amazing results. After a little chat about the principle, he didn't ask.

Who knows, Zheng Ling and his friends have really researched it, and, unprepared, appeared directly on the street - Yun Yanhui didn't even know about it.

"But what exactly did he draw that could scare people into dizziness?" Yun Yan couldn't think back. His proposal at the time was to draw a big three-dimensional hole, or something like a table, chair, bench, etc. These are also relatively simple and easy to ponder. , but, this is not enough to stun people, right?

"I'm not sure about this. I didn't have time to inquire, so I'll tell you now. A-Niang doesn't know yet, so I didn't dare to tell her." Shuang Yi said dryly.

"Well, don't talk about it for now." Yun Yanhui quickly cleaned up, then went out with Shuang Yi and went straight to Kaifeng Mansion. Fortunately, they lived close by, just a few steps away.

On the way, Yun Yanhui saw Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang and others, and greeted them.

Zhan Zhao was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, we are also responsible, and we have to detain Feibo."

"I know. However, someone has already been caught? Where did they get it?" Yun Yan heard what Shuang Yi said before returning, and was still ready to arrest someone.

"In the Hanlin Painting Academy." Bai Yutang interjected, "Brother Yan, have you seen their paintings?"

Yunyan felt bad in her heart, "I didn't... what did you draw?"

Bai Yutang gestured: "There is a hole in the ground where the painting is drawn, and the evil ghost from **** burrows out of it."

Yunyan replied: "..."

"Now it's sealed up, and the governor said that it can't be wiped off immediately. It's to be used as evidence of the crime. He expects that Feibo's family will definitely exonerate him." Bai Yutang was a little curious, "Brother Yan, you will go. Intercede?"

Intercession, he is also afraid of being arrested for instigating crimes together...

Besides, it's not that I've been wronged. What the **** is this thinking? Yun Yanhui wanted to see something like that early in the morning, and probably could read Zheng Ling and his colleagues as writing artists as old bear children. The guy beat him in the face.

Yun Yanhui was very weak: "I don't even know what to say, how dare they be so bold, it's no wonder they don't cause riots when they paint this kind of thing on the street, the impact is bad!"

Bai Yutang shrugged, "Because it was discovered very early, not many people saw it, but now that the news spread, many people rushed to watch."

When people know that it's not really a hole in hell, but drawn by people, they think it's a strange thing, and they naturally want to see it more and more with the gossip of the people of Bianjing.

After all, the few people who have seen it say that it is more lifelike than any famous painting they have ever seen!

Bai Yutang didn't know, but now not only are many citizens rushing to see it, but also the officials of the Hanlin Painting Academy and the great painters in Bianjing have also rushed to see it.

I don't know, the number of onlookers will increase, and within a day, the name will move Jinghua.

Yunyan slipped back to the court to eavesdrop, and unexpectedly heard a colleague of Zheng Ling arguing: "...Fu Zun, the person who fainted must have a ghost in his heart, and he will be frightened. If you are sitting up straight, how can you be afraid of evil spirits?

"Nonsense!" Bao Zheng shouted, "You are from the painting academy, many of them are officials, and there are also imperial officials waiting for edicts to paint for the emperor. Therefore, this government has notified Dali Temple and other places to work together. The tribunal, not the helplessness of you! Before that, if you dare to speak nonsense and sophistry again, don't blame the government for being ruthless!"

Bao Zheng also stared at Zheng Ling and scolded him a few times, saying that he thought he had learned it well, but he didn't expect that he was still a navy, unscrupulous, disturbing the law and order, and using his skills in crooked places... What a shame!

Zheng Ling looked innocent, "I really didn't expect to be stunned... We don't think the painting is good enough."

Then, before the arrival of Dali Temple or something, the chief of the painting academy had already arrived.

He came to protect Zheng Ling and the others.

One saw the three-dimensional painting and felt that it was very useful, and the other was also entrusted by Zheng Ling's family. He said with a smile, this matter is definitely their fault, but after all, it didn't cause a big disaster, you Kaifeng House should not be too sensitive, make a big fuss, let's just go to the official family and let the official family decide?

How could Bao Zheng not know his intentions? To bypass the law, he can only find the biggest bug in the law of the dynasty - the emperor's order is greater than the law. If the officials are generous, then only a small punishment is needed.

And when arguing in front of the officials, they were eloquent and focused on the fidelity of their paintings. With the kindness and talent of the officials, they would definitely not be severely punished, and maybe they would be punished clearly. Really rewarded.

I have to say that Bao Zheng has insight into people's hearts, but there is one more thing he didn't expect, that is, the chief of the painting academy has already reported to him while discussing with him, but it's just a delay.

Therefore, when Bao Zheng seriously refused, the official's will has come down, to be judged by the imperial court.

Bao Zheng was unhappy, so Bao Zheng decided to go to the palace too, and complained bitterly in front of the officials that he couldn't condone these people, otherwise what would happen to them in the future?

The official body cannot be lost, and now there is no chance to be punished... But you must write a sum on your resume and pay a fine!

……

Yun Yanhui listened at the back, then turned to the yamen, and wanted to have a few words with Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling and the others just happened to be brought out by Bao Zheng and wanted to enter the palace, so they met each other twice.

As soon as Zheng Ling saw Yun Yan Hui, his eyes lit up.

Yunyan cleared her throat, ready to educate him.

Zheng Ling shouted excitedly: "Brother Yan! What you said is true! That painting is really very lifelike! I will go to you for advice after I enter the palace to receive the punishment!"

The sharp eyes of Bao Zheng and the chief of the painting academy were projected at once, although the meaning of the representation may be a little different.

And the yamen on the side, including Gongsun Ce, Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang and others, also responded with strange eyes.

Oh, it's you.

It's you again...

No wonder.

Yunyan replied: "…………"

I... rely on...

Bao listen to my explanation! I only inspired painting skills without providing ideas for committing crimes! !

Yun Yanhui cried and cried in her heart.