Last time he went to Wenroufang to meet Zhang Xu, Zhang Xu followed him to visit Cui's house in Yongfengfang. Du Shiyi was really scared when he thought about it. Therefore, although he agreed to Pei Guo introduce Wu Daozi to him, he still did not dare to go there in person. After thinking about it, he finally remembered the two men who had taken his prescriptions before, and after studying the new production for more than a year, he had just sent Luoyang lacquer smoke ink.

The next morning, he picked up a piece of lacquer smoke and ink and put it into the box, and asked Liu Mo to send it to Zhang Xu with his own handwritten letter. However, unexpectedly, when he returned to his private house in Guandefang from the Luoyang Palace in the afternoon, he saw Liu Mo walking around as soon as he entered the door.

"Why, hasn't you sent it, or..."

Du Shiyi thought that Liu Mo had lost his life or was turned away from the door, but the next moment, he knew that he had completely wrong. However, Liu Mo bowed deeply with a bitter face, straightened his waist and said unnaturally: "It was Mr. Wu who was painting at Mr. Zhang. When he saw me sending me to Mo, Mr. Wu curiously took it to try it out. As a result, he pulled Mr. Zhang here after drawing a small half. As soon as he arrived, he wanted to drink wine. The wife asked him to move two jars away. Now he was drunk, but he was still asking when the husband would come back."

Such a coincidence? Wu Daozi happened to be Zhang Xu's place?

Although there were two uninvited guests, Du Shiyi had a headache, but it was easier than trying to see Wu Daozi introduce Pei Guo to Pei Guo. So he smiled and comforted Liu Mo with a bitter face. When he arrived at the small hall where Thirteen Niang was entertaining guests, he could smell the smell of alcohol inside at the door, and immediately sighed deeply. He gritted his teeth and crossed the threshold and entered. Before he could cheer up and say hello to the two of the Saint of Painting Grass Saints, he heard a loud scream in his ears.

"I'm back, my Mo Sheng is back."

Du Shiyi looked at the old Wu Daozi, who was not young, and rushed forward like a gust of wind. He grabbed him and dragged him in without saying a word. But Wu Daozi didn't know what to say. However, Wu Daozi held Du Shiyi down next to Zhang Xu, and then sat next to him with a smile, and then asked diligently: "Du Langjun, the mo that I gave to Zhang Dian this time seems to be different from the Du Langmo you used to be? Qianbao Pavilion has not yet started selling, but it is made of new ones, so let Zhang Dian try it out?

"It's the newly made lacquer smoke ink."

This name made Zhang Xu, who was half drunk, a little curious. However, he had not spoken yet, and Wu Daozi's eyes lit up and immediately said, "Maybe it only for me? Du Langjun, let me tell you the truth. Although this ink is pitch black, it is more suitable for painting and not for calligraphy such as Zhang Dian. I know that the Du Lang ink you sold very well before, and I am afraid I will suffer a loss. For a year, as long as you give me one year of exclusive supply, keep your name in the future, the name of your lacquer smoke is not inferior to the ink made by Wangwu Songyan in the past. In the future, as long as you offer me both sides every year, I will make you famous."

Facing Wu Daozi's swearing lobbying, Du Shiyi's first thought of the profiteer - in contrast, Liu Jiaodong, Qianbao Pavilion, and Wang Yuanbao, who had dealt with, were just elegant and generous, and did not look so impatient at all. If this was just his own achievement, it wouldn't matter if he agreed to Wu Daozi at this moment. However, he provided ideas and general formulas, but the real ink-making brothers Zhang's brothers worked hard for more than a year to succeed. When the message came, the joy came to his face, and they all eagerly looked forward to the reaction and acceptance of this ink after it was released. He really couldn't make a decision immediately.

"Mr. Wu's proposal is really touching. I don't know how much hard work my two ink workers have put into this lacquer Yanmo, so I can tell them."

"What does this have to do with them?" Wu Daozi frowned unhappily, and then said in a tempting manner, "Now, no one can be the right painter of Dongdu. These people who are good at painting are no more than those who are good at calligraphy. Nowadays, who doesn't ask for my murals in the temples in Dongdu? Du Langjun, it's only a year, and it's not too much for you. You can't afford to wait, right?"

Thinking of Zhang Xu's thought of Zhang Xu's writing more than a dozen hearty cursive scripts for ink and ink, he also gave himself a priceless Lushatan Pipa. Now Wu Daozi was also very happy when he saw the lacquer and ink, but he proposed such conditions. Du Shiyi had to sigh in secret that although the two had a friendship, their personalities were different. So he said quietly: "What Mr. Wu said was very true, but it was just like a compassionate person who knew that the food on the plate was hard every day. The hard work of guarding the ink kiln when making ink is also extraordinary. I ordered someone to send a letter to Wangwu Mountain, and I will give you a reply in a few days."

Wu Daozi frowned, then said indifferently: "Okay, I'll wait for Du Langjun's reply."

Zhang Xu hadn't spoken yet, and at this moment, he drank half a bowl of wine in one breath, and then asked vaguely: "By the way, Du Langjun's letter mentioned that he wanted to see Wu Sheng. Now that he is here, you might as well say anything to him."

"Oh? But it turns out that Du Langjun sent a letter to Mo to Zhang's house for me?"

Seeing that Wu Daozi was smiling but his eyes lit up, Du Shiyi said straight to the point: "It was General Pei Guo who returned to his hometown because of his mother's death. He wanted to ask Mr. Wu to make a mural for his deceased mother in Tiangong Temple. I asked me to introduce him from it. Mr. Wu was in Luoyang, so I invited Mr. Zhang, but I didn't expect that Mr. Wu was at Zhang Gong's place."

"General Pei" Wu Daozi was immediately moved by it. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "This matter is easy to deal with. I will move to Tiangong Temple in the past few days and let General Pei go there to discuss with me. I am still accumulating a lot of paintings and never writing them. I have no time to stay for more. Brother Zhang, I will take the lead."

Wu Daozi left, but before Zhang Xu could answer, he had already left the door. Seeing Du Shiyi's face full of surprise, Zhang Xu poured the remaining half bowl of wine into his mouth and then burped loudly: "Wu Sheng said that if you only offer him the lacquer, smoke and ink, you will definitely be very moving when painting, and it is not only better, so he persists in asking you to agree. He is a persistent and there will definitely be noisy in the future. Although no one can match his painting skills, he loves money and is good at fame, so you can consider it yourself."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your advice." Seeing that Zhang Xu was supporting several cases, Du Shiyi seemed to be planning to leave. He hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and then said apologetically, "I..."

"Aren't you dedicated to the saints? It's good to use it when you can save your life. Besides, the saints are proficient in music, and it's not considered a dark bead. The things I give you are yours, what's there to worry about?"

Zhang Xu waved his hand impatiently. When he shook Du Shiyi away, he swayed to the door. He suddenly said without looking back: "Du Shijiulang, you are not as good as me in writing, and I am not as good as you as an official. Although I am not a Bole, some things can still be understood. The officialdom is in a treacherous, don't lose the indomitable voice you had in the ambush of that song "Chu Han". "

Looking at Zhang Xu's back as he passed away, Du Shiyi was stunned for a moment. At that time, the climax of the song "Chu and Han" in Anguo Temple in Luoyang was performed by him alone, which was refreshing and unprecedented. But until now, an outsider who was not a master of music revealed the true essence.

Unyielding victory, not arrogant, not discouraged, is for perseverance and perseverance

"Langjun, Langjun?"

Du Shiyi suddenly woke up. Seeing Liu Mo looking around outside, he looked at the messy little hall, and suddenly smiled slightly and turned around and walked out: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Zhang has something important to see. The husband had given me the order before, and I asked her to wait in the study."

"I got it, I'll go now."

Zhang Yao has lived in Du's house these days. Although the yard inside and outside is not the largest, she is very aware of the situation and does not walk around. But today another group of messengers from Xi's land arrived, she couldn't help it. Seeing Du Shiyi entering the study, she quickly stood up to greet her. When Du Shiyi signaled her to sit down and talk, she sat upright until Du Shiyi sat down in the main seat, and then she bowed deeply and said, "Mr., another group of messengers are coming to Chang'an. The Tao is the identity of the noble master, and it is already spread in King Xi's tent."

"I expected." Du Shiyi felt it was very rare to have this matter been passed to King Xi's tent after so long. This is thanks to the inconvenience of the journey now. In addition, because the border government had to ban it slightly because of the royal family. He has been pondering about this in his heart since he wrote to Princess Gu'an last year. Now that Zhang Yao has arrived in Chang'an, he said that he can imitate Princess Gu'an's handwriting. In addition, the news has been almost the same in the past few days. He said, "I ask you, what if my sister can divorce Li Lusu?"

"Ah" Zhang Yao's eyes widened almost incredible, and after a long time of suppressing his suspicion, he said, "How is this possible? After all, the Lord is ordered to remarry Li Lusu again. If this is the case, it would be great. The Lord has wanted to return to Chang'an for many years. Take a look at the wind and snow of Baqiao, Du Langjun, do you really have a way?"

"I am somewhat sure about the divorce, but when I return to Chang'an, it will not be feasible in a short period of time. Think about it, a princess who was originally ordered to be with Fan became the target of public criticism because of the dispute between legitimate and illegitimate, and he must not be pointed out after returning? Regardless of whether the princess is still left, he will return to the Xin family, be governed by the biological father and mother, or go to the temple to regret this life? Therefore, I instructed my sister to write the memorial before to be more tactful, rather than blame others like the Lord of Lantian County, because I want to give the saint an image of enduring humiliation."

"Can't go back to Chang'an." Zhang Yao thought of the two tragic endings mentioned by Du Shiyi, and couldn't help but bit his lips tightly. After a while, he looked up and asked, "What should Du Langjun say do?"

"I'll write it. This memorial is not about being very literary, but about making the saint feel that Sister is very clear about the great righteousness and that she has enough trouble for the Lantian County Lord, and that is when Sister's memorial appears."
Chapter completed!