"Brother Nanshan, how about Western paintings?" Yang Guangbei asked.

"Why are you interested in this?" Song Jie was surprised and looked at him exaggeratedly: "Do you know how to appreciate you?"

Yang Guangbei snorted and explained: "My grandmother loves chrysanthemums, especially the few acres of flower fields. I just want to make her celebrate her birthday next year, and I just want to show my filial piety."

He pulled a few petals from a chrysanthemum and scattered them on the ground without mercy. When he stepped on it, the beautiful petals immediately fell into dust.

A girl kept walking past them with a shy smile.

Yang Guangbei made a serious face.

Song Jie showed a handsome smile as bright as the sun, and red clouds rose on the faces of many girls.

"Xiaobei, what are you doing with a straight face, so unhuman?" Song Jie smiled, and when he heard Yang Guangbei snorted again, he said: "Western paintings...the biggest difference from our paintings is that,

We mostly use paper and ink for painting, and their paintings mostly use cloth and various pigments. After my junior sister mentioned it, I also think that for the acres of chrysanthemums in your house, it is indeed more appropriate to use foreign techniques.

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"What do you mean?" Yang Guangbei became a little interested.

"When Westerners paint, they use brushes to apply paint layer by layer on the canvas, which can give people a sense of rich ink and rich colors with distinct layers. Even if a painting has only a few colors, it can still be like this." Song Jie

He shook his head and said: "I'm not good at painting, let alone Western paintings. Just appreciating it is enough. I have collected a few good ones. Well, there is one painting of sunflowers that is particularly outstanding. If you have seen it, you will probably know what the junior sister said.

That makes sense."

"Then go take a look." Yang Guangbei said.

"Leave now?" Song Jie asked.

Yang Guangbei raised his head slightly and glanced at him, saying: "What else? Could it be that Brother Nanshan has someone he likes here and doesn't want to leave? Or, Brother Nanshan wants to take the opportunity to find a close person? Oh, if I remember correctly,

Brother Nanshan, you are now seventeen, right? It seems like you are the age to be anxious?"

"Are you kidding!" Song Jie raised his eyebrows and said, "Boy, go out and spar!"

Suddenly, there was another unknown "crackling" sound.

Yang Guangbei snorted again: "I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Having said this, the two men quickened their pace and quickly rode out of Wuxing Houfu. They ran all the way to the outside of the city, got off the road, and found a secluded and spacious place. They got off their horses at the same time, and tacitly understood when they dismounted.

They immediately slapped each other several times.

Yang Guangbei was a few years younger than Song Jie, but he had a lot of martial arts inherited from his family, with an indomitable momentum. Song Jie, on the other hand, was agile and had a graceful air when he moved around.

Even though the two of them played different styles, they started to fight with great enthusiasm. The more they fought, the more exciting they became. The more they fought, the more immersed they became. They didn't even notice that there were a few more spectators in the distance——

One is Princess Yuan Xin, and the other is Princess Wei Wei, the youngest and most favored daughter of Duke Dingguo.

"Sister Yuan Xin, do you know that person? Why did he get into a fight with Brother Xiaobei?" County Master Wei Wei was only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a goose-yellow riding outfit and riding a rouge horse. She was particularly cute and cute.

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"That's Xiaobei's friend." Princess Yuanxin said.

"How come I haven't met Brother Xiaobei's friend?" County Lord Wei Wei didn't believe it.

Duke Dingguo's Mansion and Wuxing Houfu have always been on good terms. County Lord Wei Wei's aunt married to Wuxing Houfu and became the head wife. County Lord Wei Wei has been going to Wuxing Houfu since she was a child.

As cousins ​​who were very close to each other and not much different in age, Wei Wei knew most of Yang Guangbei’s friends, even if she didn’t know them clearly.

The people they associate with are all young ladies from powerful families in Shengjing. How can anyone not know each other?

But she didn't see Song Jie.

"Looking at his appearance, his background is no different, right?" Wei Wei asked again: "Which family is he from?"

Yang Yuanxin shook his head and said: "He is a descendant of the Song family in the south of the Yangtze River...just pay attention to him. As long as he is not useless, the family will not ask what kind of friends Xiaobei makes."

"oh."

The Jiangnan Song family is a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River, with a heritage far greater than that of the Daxian Dynasty... Wei Wei tilted her head and looked for a while, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The clear sunshine in the late autumn afternoon shines on the white moon, as if it has coated the whole person with a gorgeous, elegant and noble light. It is so gorgeous and charming that people can't help but be intoxicated.

The confrontation between Song Jie and Yang Guangbei lasted for more than half an hour, and then the two separated and looked at each other with a smile.

"In two years, you will definitely not be my opponent." Yang Guangbei wiped his sweat.

Song Jie smiled nonchalantly: "The Six Arts of a Gentleman. My kung fu is just for physical fitness. Xiaobei, if you use me as your opponent, it's a bit...ah ha. I am a scholar, a scholar."

If you find a scholar as your opponent in a martial arts competition, wouldn't Yang Guangbei look weak and hopeless?

Yang Guangbei gritted his teeth and said with shame and anger: "Except for Brother Zhao, all the young masters in Beijing are useless! They just learned how to embroider their fists and embroider their legs, and now they put on that chivalrous and romantic demeanor. It's just disgusting to watch!"

"Look, you're arrogant again, aren't you?" Song Jie patted Yang Guangbei's shoulder and said, "I know you want to be a general..."

He raised his eyes and saw two ladies riding over, so he closed his mouth. Yang Guangbei also noticed the two of them at this time, frowned slightly and then relaxed, saying hello: "Sister, cousin."

"Brother Xiao Bei, this is..." Wei Wei looked at Song Jie while greeting Yang Guangbei. Her eyes looked over without hesitation, and her pretty face turned red at some point, like

They are apples after the branches are stained with frost in autumn. They are cute and touching.

"My friend, Song Jie." Yang Guangbei answered very concisely, but he did not mean to introduce each other to each other at all.

Song Jie, on the other hand, smiled warmly and saluted, "Song Jie has met these two young ladies."

"Mr. Song." Wei Wei saluted and introduced herself: "I am Brother Xiaobei's cousin, and my surname is Wei." After a pause, she pulled Yang Yuanxin and said, "This is cousin Yuanxin."

"Princess, County Princess." Song Jie's smile did not change and he saluted again calmly.

"Brother Nanshan, let's go." Yang Guangbei suddenly interrupted. After getting on his horse, he nodded to the two ladies as a farewell.

Song Jie smiled apologetically and explained: "Xiao Nato and I went to look at the paintings. I'm going to step ahead and ask the two ladies for your forgiveness. The weather is kind today and you two will definitely have a good time." After that, he turned over.

horse.

The two of them rode their horses and were about to run away. Unexpectedly, Wei Wei also hit the rouge horse under the seat, and walked side by side with Song Jie. At the same time, she asked curiously: "Look at the painting, what painting?"

"Western paintings." Song Jie replied with a smile: "Xiao Bei has never seen any good ones, so he wanted to follow me to see something new. Could it be that the county master is also interested in Western paintings?"

"What about Western paintings? We really haven't seen any good ones." Wei Wei turned to Yang Yuanxin and asked: "Cousin, do you think so?"
Chapter completed!