The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

When it was dark, Zhao Junxin and Dark Guard No. 1 and No. 2 came to the foot of Hengshan Mountain. They were going to find a Taoist temple or temple and donate some incense money to stay overnight.

On the way, I met a "rich businessman", followed by two fifteen or sixteen-year-old sons and six capable and burly guys. They said that they were going to go to a very spiritual temple, and they would get up early tomorrow to burn incense sticks.

Zhao Junxin naturally listened to persuasion very much. Along the way, he listened to the "rich businessman" bragging about his business experience and talking about future plans.

Although the identity of this businessman is acting, he does have insight or preparation for doing business. Through this eloquent talk, Zhao Junxin gained a new understanding of the business of this world. The businessman was happy to brag, and Zhao Junxin was also happy to compliment him.

Not only did the businessman perform well, but all members of the team performed well. If Zhao Junxin hadn't known that someone was secretly cooperating and deliberately looking for loopholes, he would have believed that this was a group of devout believers who were rushing through the night to burn incense sticks.

It's still the same, everyone sees it but doesn't say it.

The person performing the task is not easy, laborious and laborious, and he, the person being served, has to give face.

Hello everyone, how are you?

The place where Zhao Junxin was arranged to stay was not some famous big temple, but a small temple with a slightly deserted location.

The temple is small and poor and simple, but it is better than clean and quiet. The main hall is dedicated to Zhu Rong, the **** of fire, and both sides are built into guest rooms that are convenient for pedestrians to stay. The furniture in the room is a little old, but the quilts and sheets are new, warm and comfortable. The room has an elegant and quiet sandalwood scent, and the stay feels great.

There is one and only one white-bearded old monk in the temple to take care of everything. After all the people are accommodated, the old monk prepares the fasting meal.

There is a kitchen in the backyard of the temple, but there is no smoke, but the sweet and delicious vegetarian food is served in a very short time.

Zhao Junxin shook his head and chuckled lightly.

He travels alone, fearing that no less than a hundred people are busy for him.

*

After a delicious meal, Zhao Junxin and the two secret guards made preparations for the mountain climbing tomorrow.

Hengshan is not high, the road is easy to walk, and there are not many things needed. Leather boots with studs, leather gloves, knives, mountaineering hammer, flint, three sleeping bags, and emergency ropes in case of danger. Zhao Junxin decided to rest overnight at the top of the mountain, and the dry food had to be prepared.

The respective sleeping bags are responsible for themselves, and the rest of the equipment is carried by the Dark Guard No. 1. For him, this weight is not a problem at all.

Dark Guardian 2 carried a few charred willow branches and a large wooden board.

"Master, what is this for?" Dark Guard 2 asked like a curious baby.

It is said that he wants to go up to paint, but the young master did not bring ink, and those expensive paints were also left in the room, but he brought wicker branches that were burned into black charcoal, which made him incomprehensible.

"This is a charcoal pen, for sketching." Zhao Junxin took a charcoal pen and drew on the paper.

As soon as he saw a few strokes, he turned the old table in the room down.

Dark Guard 2 was stunned, "This can also draw?"

"Charcoal is not as easy to use as a brush. It took a few months of practice to master how to use it." Zhao Jun said in his heart: "At the current temperature of Hengshan, the ink will freeze immediately after it is researched, and there is no way to draw, only charcoal is more convenient."

What's more, he couldn't draw a complete picture on the mountain. He could only simply record the beautiful scenery with charcoal. If he really wanted to paint, he had to go to a big city to rent a room and draw in retreat.

Before dawn the next day, Zhao Junxin went up the mountain with the two dark guards.

The sun is rising, and the sky is getting brighter.

It snowed for a long time, and the world was pure and white.

The water vapor in the air condensed into white crystals, which hung on the green branches, and the mountains were covered in silver.

The golden red morning glow sprinkled from the sky, the smog reflected a crystal luster, and the misty golden clouds filled the air. The early morning in Hengshan was as beautiful as the fairyland of the Heavenly Palace, but the empty road was a bit lonely.

Zhao Junxin stopped and walked, placing rice paper on the wooden board, and using charcoal pen to outline and record the beauty of each place.

His hands were frozen, and he couldn't paint with gloves, so he could only expose his hands to the cold air.

The climb to the top continues.

The Dark Guard No. 2 was equipped with clear ice blocks on the stone steps in front of it, and No. 1 was the last protection.

Zhao Junxin walked and wrote and drew while observing the environment, but one of his feet slipped and almost fell. Fortunately, No. 1 was agile and quickly grabbed him and helped him.

"Young master, be careful." Dark Guard No. 1 reminded.

"Thank you, thank you." Zhao Jun was grateful. Half-heartedly hurrying on the road is impossible, and almost fell to his own death.

Zhao Junxin put away the drawing board and concentrated on his journey. He still stopped and walked, drawing and walking at a very slow pace.

At dusk, Zhao Junxin's three talents reached the top of Hengshan Mountain.

The Zhurong Hall on the top of the mountain was destroyed in the previous dynasty and has not been repaired. They barely spent the night in Zhurong Hall.

After dawn the next day, Zhao Junxin stood on the top of the mountain overlooking the earth, and recorded the beautiful golden world with pen and paper.

After finishing the sketches, the three of them went down the mountain.

Uphill is slow, downhill is fast.

After returning to the Fire Temple, Zhao Junxin donated a hundred taels of "incense money", then took the carriage and horses and left with everyone.

In the Fire Temple, a hundred taels of silver from the king of Jinyiwei were drooling.

"Boss, let's break up." The young man who played the son said.

"Yes, yes!" Everyone agreed.

It wasn't easy for them to go out in plainclothes this time. It was expensive and laborious just to renovate a temple.

Everyone worked hard to act, and wholeheartedly provided convenience for Zhao Gongzi. The day before the climb, the ice on the road was also chipped once, trying to ensure his safety.

This work is quite tiring, and there are the dark guards who supervise each other and can't be sloppy.

I didn't expect Young Master Zhao to be so kind and kind, and the one hundred taels of silver glittered, making everyone's heart flutter, and all the hard work was worth it!

"Oh! No, this has to be reported to the emperor, and when the emperor rewards us, the money is ours." Jin Yiwei, who played the monk, decided to act prudently.

"Young master was rewarded for us." The leading "businessman" decided to split the money decisively: "Besides, there is no need to trouble the emperor for one hundred taels of silver."

These guys didn't know, but he received a high-level secret letter from Jin Yiwei, knowing that the plainclothes operation had failed. Everyone pretended to be confused, and cooperated with each other.

Nobles are rewarded, just take it with peace of mind, this is their reward.

A group of Jinyiwei happily shared the money. Don't look at them very imposing outside, but their salary is not high. Dividing these silvers is enough for them to be unrestrained for a while.

*

After visiting Hengshan Mountain in Nanyue, Zhao Junxin stayed in a nearby town inn for five days and completed a long picture scroll of Hengshan winter scenery.

He is quite satisfied with the painting, but he always feels a little regretful and needs to be refined.

But time is limited, there is no time to think about it, and it can only be modified slowly in the later stage.

After climbing a Hengshan Mountain, Zhao Junxin was slapped in the face by reality.

At the beginning, I had ambitions to paint the beautiful scenery of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains within half a year, but only after I really picked up the pen did I realize that it was quite difficult to draw a good painting.

The structure, the use of ink, color, brushwork, and the artistic conception of the whole painting, many details have to be considered.

He has a foundation in painting, and the original owner also has some talent, but obviously, his talent is not so high that it can be done with a pen and ink.

However, the journey can not wait, you have to go when you need to go.

You can't just delay the overall itinerary if you just have a painting difficult to give birth.

In the early spring, when the snow melted, Zhao Junxin went to Mount Lu. In March, the spring was infinite, and when the pink and pears were white, he went to Huangshan and Yandang Mountain.

After seeing the three mountains, Zhao Jun originally wanted to rest for half a month by the seaside and ponder the painting. However, the two dark guards received news from the emperor and began to urge him to hurry.

"Sir, the peonies in Luoyang City are in full bloom, and we are going to hold a peony flower party. Would you like to go and have a look?"

"It will take four or five days to get there."

"This flower fair is a collection of famous products, and there are many cherished varieties."

No. 1 and No. 2 tried their best to persuade, but Zhao Jun asked with a smile, "Tell me, what varieties are there?"

Both of them were dumb, and their expressions were silly. The two vulgar warriors didn't understand flowers at all.

"I've heard of this Luoyang Peony Fair, it's time to go." Zhao Junxin agreed.

Can you agree? These two received orders from the emperor.

There is no Luoyang in the plan, but Luoyang is very close to Songshan Mountain in Zhongyue. After seeing the flowers in Luoyang, it is not wrong to think about the painting carefully, and then visit Songshan.

This is the beginning of the flower-seeing journey.

The two secret guards, you look at me, I look at you, they are all thinking about whether or not to reveal even a little bit of the second half to Zhao Junxin.

To go to see flowers, not only to see peonies, but also to be more oiran than flowers.

*

The queen took care of flowers in the small garden of her palace. She is not good at raising flowers, and she raises ordinary flowers that are easy to grow. Now that the flowers are blooming and the courtyard is bright red, she looks happy.

"Niangniang?" Mammy was worried. Recently, the Empress Niangniang has been worrying about the son.

"Mammy, don't worry, I'm fine." The Empress was very calm.

The dog emperor was stunned and wanted to harm her grandson with beauty and beauty, and he would pull on the child regardless of the beauty and ugliness.

Official prostitutes, singers, courtesans...

The shameless old pervert is lucky he can figure it out! How can these things be worthy of her grandson!

What's the benefit to Jun Xin after getting the name of the romantic son from the oiran?

The queen sighed, the seventh prince died so wrongly. The emperor is now doing exactly the same thing as the seventh prince. They all want to ruin her grandson's reputation with peach-colored news!

She is not in a hurry to let Jun Xin marry, nor does she directly let him know about personnel affairs. It's a good thing for a man to have self-control and focus on his career rather than his lower body. Besides, if you haven't even got your own identity back, what kind of relationship do you become?

The wife of the prime minister and the wife of the grandson, are the selection conditions the same? !

The son-in-law of the prime minister should not choose too high a daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law of the imperial grandson is the mother-in-law of the future mother-in-law, so of course choose the highest standard!

Her grandson certainly deserves the best!

The empress believed that the emperor was just changing the law to prevent his grandson from finding a powerful Yue family in order to better control him.

Look at her messing up the emperor's plan!

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The emperor and the queen have a lot of brains...