I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Evenly matched.

Yi Zhaoxian withdrew his hand and stared deeply at the person behind the hat.

No wonder the regent of the Song Dynasty dared to enter the country alone, he brought a good helper.

He could also understand the reason why the other party stayed in Xiangji Temple. Although Xiangji Temple belongs to Dayan, its position is relatively neutral.

The world may not know it, but Yi Zhaoxian knows that there is a great master in Xiangji Temple, who is shocking both in prestige and force.

Could it be that the Xiangji Temple was also taken into consideration in the peace talks of the Song Dynasty? However, Xiangji Temple never interferes in state affairs.

"The regent has this plan, but I, as a subject, have to tell His Majesty the Emperor. Your Majesty has his own judgment." Yi Zhaoxian said.

On the one hand, Yi Zhaoxian sent his own soldiers to report to the palace, while on the other hand, the Prince Regent's team was preparing to march towards Xiangji Temple.

In the vast crowd, Pei Yuanxian looked around, and in the crowd he saw a man turned around, wearing a fox fur cloak.

He frowned and pondered.

**

Baicaoshi flew back to Xiangji Temple, returning home like an arrow.

After finally finding a safe haven, the tranquility will soon be broken.

The most important thing is that Yuan Xian knows her, she is even familiar with her, this person is like an old fox, she is very worried that she will be recognized by him pretending to be Zhe Yu.

The snowy road is slippery, and there are few people offering incense in the temple to pay their vows. Baicaoshi successfully avoided the common people and entered the rear.

It was probably Master Puji who instructed those monks and novice monks to act as if they had never heard of "Folding Feathers".

Baicaoshi finally joined forces with Zheyu.

"Guess who is the regent of the Song Kingdom? We've all seen it before." Baicaoshi whispered in Zheyu's ear, breathing hot air. She ran all the way, although she was not out of breath, she sweated a lot.

Zhe Yu finished listening, took her hand, and wrote a word on it, "Yuan".

Baicaoshi was very surprised, her Yubao was a heavenly being, and she couldn't hide anything.

"Actually, it's not difficult to guess. Among the people I've met, he is the only one who is unfathomable."

Baicaoshi tilted her head and rubbed her chin, "I still can't figure it out, shouldn't the dignified regent stay in the capital, deal with political affairs, and deal with all kinds of affairs every day? Why does the regent of the Song Dynasty wander around and suddenly become Owner, will you become a giant businessman soon?"

Zhe Yu also frowned, and looked out of the Zen room, "Shishi, think about the people he made friends with, and you will know that his plans are huge."

Who did Yuan Xian befriend?

As far as Baicaoshi knows, there are Feng Wang Ying Zhefeng, Ping Zhao Wang Tie Hanyang's eldest son - Tie Jin, and those officials who died in Wanzhou...

This is just the tip of the iceberg. What about the invisible places under the iceberg?

Her little head shook, and Baicaoshi shivered. "Yu Bao, what shall we do next? I feel that Xiangji Temple can't stay any longer. Do you want to go back to the palace?"

Zhe Yu squinted his eyes, "I'm afraid it's too late to go now. They go up the mountain, we go down the mountain, I'm afraid we will run into each other. Shishi, do you trust Xiangji Temple?"

Baicaoshi smiled, she has been in this world for almost a year, and she has been working hard to get familiar with the rules, but the time is still short after all, and what's more, all the top forces she came into contact with.

"I don't know, but I trust you."

At this moment, there was a voice outside the door, it was Ananda.

Baicaoshi greeted the door with Zheyu's honor, "Master Ananda, what's the matter?"

Ananda clasped his hands together, "The almsgiver listens to the meditation with peace of mind. A group of guests have come to the temple in the past few days, and the abbot has arranged for them to live in the east chamber."

Zhe Yu and the others live in the West Wing.

Do not interfere with each other.

**

The news of Song's regent's downfall still spread throughout Yanjing.

In the first floor of the world, a young man ordered a table full of meals. He has a pair of deep sockets and looks very affectionate. He holds a flagon, his boots are on the bench, and he looks unrestrained.

The guys on the first floor knew him well.

He is not only a frequent visitor of the restaurant, but also a frequent visitor of the Hongxiu Tianxiang Restaurant, and he has always spent money like water.

It is probably because he is so talented that people in Yanjing often overlook that he is originally from the Song Dynasty.

Great painter Duan Shaoyi.

"Mr. Duan, where did you get rich?" the man asked jokingly.

Duan Gongzi shook the jug, "Hey, rice is expensive in Yanjing, wine is expensive, and beauties are even more expensive. Young master, I am so shy, where did I get the money?"

The buddy came over, and the facial features zoomed in and out in Mr. Duan's field of vision, "Mr. Duan, don't you want to eat the overlord's meal?"

Mr. Duan shook his sleeves, "Is it okay to repay the debt with a painting? A long scroll picture, in exchange for today's wine money! You know, young master, my paintings are worth thousands of gold in the auction house."

"Then I can't be the master, I have to ask the shopkeeper."

After a while, the shopkeeper has arrived. "Mr. Duan, where is the painting? Let me guess, the red song is not in Beijing. Could it be that Mr. Duan painted the green song this time?"

Red song and green song are both the oirans of Hongxiu Tianxianglou.

Duan Shaoyi curled her lips, "The pictures of beauties are all drawn by me. What I am best at drawing are famous and romantic figures in history. Today, I will ask you to experience and paint on the spot. Paper, ink, brush and inkstone are waiting for you!"

The shopkeeper's eyes shrank. If he got Duan Shaoyi's painting, no matter how much it was worth, it would be more elegant to hang it in the restaurant.

Diners were all attracted. Those who can come to the first floor of the world to spend money are naturally not ordinary people. It is also a beautiful thing to see the master painter live painting today.

The paper, ink, brush and inkstone had been brought over, Duan Shaoyi looked at the paper which was not much bigger than a palm, and frowned.

"Long scroll, long scroll, as long as Suzaku Street is, the scroll must be as long!"

Suzaku Street is called ten miles, so the scroll is naturally not that long, so the staff immediately went to Tianyi Pavilion, the largest cultural center in Yanjing, and bought a three-meter-long scroll.

Duan Shaoyi was satisfied.

The paper was spread on the ground, Duan Shaoyi took off his boots on the spot, dipped his hair in ink, and began to walk around on the paper.

With a few clicks, a sea of ​​people appeared on the paper, crowded and lively.

He sketched a few more strokes, and the luxurious six-wheeled carriage appeared vividly on the paper. Standing on the side of the carriage was a generation of strategists—Pei Yuanxian, the regent of the Song Dynasty.

On the other end of the drawing paper, he drew Yi Zhaoxian, the dean of Qianming Academy, and the reception etiquette team.

Surprise sounds one after another.

The painting is so good, flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go. There is no stagnation in the strokes of the pen, even for the poor and ordinary people, they are vivid.

What an amazing memory.

Half an hour later, Duan Shaoyi blew on the tip of the Langhao brush, and inscribed on the corner of the calligraphy and painting "Picture of King Regent of the Song Dynasty Entering Yanjing on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month in the 22nd year of Tianyuan". Throwing the pen away, he rubbed his hands together.

"This painting, in exchange for your meal, I, Duan Shaoyi, never take advantage of others."

Applause rang out, Yanjing diners praised the beautiful things without hesitation.

The shopkeeper stared at the painting on the ground, and ordered: "Come here, frame this painting. A painting by Mr. Duan is more than worth a meal. For the next month, Mr. Duan will be free of charge wherever he is on the first floor."

Suddenly someone from an outsider said: "My son bought this painting."

Duan Shaoyi appeared before, do you still remember?

At the auction in Boyang City, the first lot was a picture of a beauty painted by Duan Shaoyi, and the person in the picture was Hongqu.

He can not only draw beauties, but also draw pictures of historical figures in large scenes.