Capítulo 28: Chapter 28 Suicide out of fear of crime
To be precise, Yuan Guang's chess skills can be considered very superb, but Li Qingxuan was obviously superior. Almost like last time, Yuan Guang lost a game without knowing it.
After playing chess, Li Qingxuan looked at the furnishings in Yuan Guang's room.
But Yuan Guang was still staring at the Go board, thinking hard about why he lost.
The more he looked, the deeper his frown deepened, and finally he just sighed.
I have to admit that Li Qingxuan's chess skills are superb.
Ask Ning Yuan to put away the chess pieces.
He muttered something like "If I didn't do this, I wouldn't lose..." to save some face for myself.
When the food and wine were served, Li Qingxuan showed no restraint in the face of the old man who was about to rule the world.
But this time Yuan Guang was able to go to the county government to save him, and Li Qingxuan was sincerely grateful.
The two of them ate and drank.
Ning Yuan, the student, could only stand aside and wait.
Looking eagerly at the food on the table, the way his throat sometimes swallows quietly is quite funny.
It has to be said that Ning Yuan is actually one year older than Li Qingxuan, but because Li Qingxuan and Yuan Guang are the same generation, Ning Yuan is naturally a generation shorter.
In this era, seniority is still very important.
Naturally, Ning Yun did not dare to say, "Teacher, you discuss yours, and I discuss mine."
If he said this, he would be beaten to death by Yuan Guang.
Li Qingxuan didn't eat much when he was taken to prison.
At this moment, I was eating the food regardless of the image, but I always felt that this dish was missing some flavor.
"Mr. Yuan, come to the painting studio another day. I'll prepare some delicacies for Mr. Yuan."
"OK."
Mr. Yuan responded casually.
He has never had so many requirements when it comes to food.
Moreover, I have been traveling all over the world in the past few years, and I have never tasted any kind of food.
Li Qingxuan saw that Yuan Guang bought "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" from him, as well as the "Bamboo and Stone" hanging in the lobby.
After drinking and eating, he suddenly said: "Thanks to Mr. Yuan for saving me this time, I don't know how to thank you, so I took advantage of the wine to paint a painting for Mr. Yuan on the spot to express my gratitude."
When Mr. Yuan heard this, his eyes suddenly shone.
He has long been salivating over Li Qingxuan's paintings.
Last time I invited his friends to come and see it, they all agreed.
This made Mr. Yuan like Li Qingxuan's paintings even more.
Immediately remove the banquet and ask the servants to prepare pen, ink and paper.
Under the expectant gazes of Ning Yuan and Yuan Guang, Li Qingxuan began to splash ink.
First, a winding path is drawn, followed by old trunks and branches, green and ancient, with branches growing wantonly and pines and cypresses rising into the sky.
Use white space to draw white snow all around.
The very simple brushwork outlines the strong pines and cypresses in the cold wind, and they appear vividly on the paper.
The dim sky, the desolate ancient temple, the strong pines and cypresses.
The picture comes out immediately.
The important freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting is to focus on the rendering of spirit.
Infused with something deeper.
Plum, bamboo and pine trees originally symbolize the character of a scholar.
Li Qingxuan painted a picture of pines and cypresses and gave it to Yuan Guang, which fell into Yuan Guang's wish.
Yuan Guang looked at the painting up and down, and then thought about his own ideas. He felt that he was just like the pines and cypresses in the painting.
After finishing the last stroke, Li Qingxuan dipped his hand in ink and wrote in the blank space next to it: "As the year goes by, the pines and cypresses will wither."
There is no Confucius and Mencius in this era. This sentence, regarded as a motto by countless literati, appears for the first time in front of people in this world.
Yuan Guang's whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
In an instant, the whole person seemed to be sublimated.
Yuan Guang muttered this sentence.
The words were very ordinary, like a casual sigh, but they touched his heart inexplicably.
"As the years get colder, you will know that the pines and cypresses will wither." Yuan Guang clenched his fists.
This is perfect.
Isn't this what you are talking about yourself?
Ning Yuan looked at Li Qingxuan who put down the pen in his hand and fell into silence.
The teacher often praised Li Qingxuan to him, but he didn't take it seriously. He always felt that Li Qingxuan was better at painting.
But as soon as these words came out, the gap between him and Li Qingxuan became apparent.
"Bamboos and pines all have their own character, and they are still green even when the weather is cold."
Yuan Guang sighed.
"There are also thousands of trees that hate snow because plum blossoms bloom first. Pine, bamboo and plum blossoms, the three friends of Suihan, all have pride." Li Qingxuan said.
"Three Friends of Winter?"
Yuan Guang murmured to himself.
Then touch your palms.
"Wonderful, wonderful! This is the first time I have heard such a statement. My little friend's knowledge is astonishing. He only works as a painter in a painting studio, which is a waste of his talents."
Yuan Guang and Li Qingxuan have known each other for such a long time. During the conversation, Li Qingxuan often blurted out some good words, and sometimes he had unique views on current affairs and people's livelihood, which made Yuan Guang's eyes shine.
Therefore, it was determined that Li Qingxuan was a talented person.
However, Li Qingxuan rejected his kindness, which made Yuan Guang quite regretful.
"There is nothing wrong with being a person in a painting studio. You see, I drink tea, play chess, and cultivate my character every day. I don't have many worldly worries. I am satisfied with this kind of life. Everyone has their own ambitions, and officialdom is not suitable for me."
Li Qingxuan saw that it was getting late, so he stood up and left, promising to make a plum blossom painting for Mr. Yuan another day.
Completed the three friends of Suihan.
Ning Yuan sent Li Qingxuan to the door for the teacher.
…
Fusi Yamen, North Town, Dalao.
Xue Gang looked at Censor Liu Heng with his hair disheveled, with a sneer on his face.
"Master Liu, I heard that you participated in the next book."
Liu Heng turned his head aside fiercely.
"Xue Gang, you are just His Majesty's dog. Now that she is using you, she will use you. When she doesn't need you anymore in the future, your end may not be any better than mine."
"Haha, Liu Heng, I'm different from you. I'm not as stupid as you. Do you know why you ended up like this?"
"Because you touched someone who shouldn't be touched. For the sake of your dying person, I'll tell you a secret..."
Xue Gang lay down next to Liu Heng's ear and whispered for a while.
"Li Qingxuan?"
The expression on Liu Heng's face gradually turned to horror.
"Master Liu, do you know how you died this time? Remember to give birth to a good son in your next life..."
Xue Gang waved his hand and ordered his subordinates: "Liu Heng knew that his crime was so heinous that he committed suicide in prison out of fear of crime."
After saying that, he turned around and left the prison.
A member of the Tianyi Guard held a medicine bottle in his hand and walked towards the ashen-faced Liu Heng...
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