[Collection] Six Worlds

The capital city has always been a bustling place, especially with the upcoming scientific examination, talents from all over the country flock here, and the business of the inns and restaurants in the capital city is booming.

A few days ago Zhao Zhen invited Pang Feiyan into the palace to look at his paintings with great enthusiasm, but Pang Feiyan bluntly said that the standard was not high.Pang Feiyan has always been an out-of-the-box character, and she always praised Zhao Zhen's paintings in the past, but this time it is different.

Although Pang Feiyan's words were not pleasant, Zhao Zhen didn't blame her, but he had a stalk in his heart and couldn't let it go.

After thinking about it again and again, Zhao Zhen changed into casual clothes, took some of his new paintings, and went out of the palace in micro-clothes.

Zhao Zhen came to the most famous calligraphy and painting shop in the capital, and when he entered the door, he saw his old paintings hanging in the most prominent place.Zhao Zhen smiled, and took out the painting he brought this time to show the boss in the store.

The boss greeted him with a smile, but his expression changed after seeing Zhao Zhen's painting: "Dare to ask this young master, but you want to sell paintings?"

Zhao Zhen smiled and nodded in agreement.

The boss continued to look through all the calligraphy and paintings brought by Zhao Zhen, and then casually threw them on the table: "I'm sorry to say bluntly, my son's paintings are worthless."

Zhao Zhen's smile froze on his face, he pointed to the beautifully framed painting hanging on the wall and asked: "This painting is similar to mine, why can it be hung here?"

The boss sneered, his face full of contempt: "This is the royal work of the current emperor. Haven't you seen the dragon seal on it? Your painting dares to compare with the emperor. Even if the emperor draws a tortoise, he can still sell it." A hundred taels of gold and silver."

Zhao Zhen looked at the painting without a seal on the table, and then at the dragon seal on the painting on the wall, feeling even more ashamed and angry.He has practiced painting and calligraphy since he was a child, and all he has heard over the years are praises. If Pang Feiyan hadn't told the truth, he doesn't know how long he would have been deceived by the truth.

After being pushed and pushed out by the clerks in the store, a young man named Bao Zheng helped Zhao Zhen pick up the calligraphy and paintings thrown on the ground by the clerks.Zhao Zhen admired the young man named Bao Zheng very much, and thought in his heart that if Bao Zheng could be named on the gold list and used by Sheji, it would be a blessing to the common people.

After bidding farewell to Bao Zheng, Zhao Zhen walked aimlessly, thinking about his calligraphy and painting for a while, thinking about the affairs of the court and China for a while, and inevitably thinking about the increasingly estranged relationship between his mother and himself.After wandering around for some time, Zhao Zhen suddenly found that there were not many people on the road.Looking down at the calligraphy and paintings in his hands, Zhao Zhen, who experienced a sense of loss for the first time, threw them on the side of the road.

As soon as the calligraphy and painting left his hands, Zhao Zhen heard a voice next to him saying, "Hey? Why did you throw it away? Tell me if you don't want it!"

Zhao Zhen turned his head and looked, it was the owner of the roadside noodle stall.The man looked about his age, and ran over just as he was speaking, and was squatting on the ground picking up the painting that Zhao Zhen had thrown on the ground.

Zhao Zhen said to him: "It's just worthless things, what's the use of you going?"

The owner of the noodle stall looked up at Zhao Zhen, then held the rolled calligraphy and painting in his arms, freed his hand and randomly took out one, opened it, inspected it decently, and said, "Isn't this a very good painting?" Well, how could it be worthless?"

Zhao Zhen didn't know whether this person was comforting him or praising him. Just as he was about to say something, the noodle stall owner continued: "At least it can be used to paste windows. It looks much better than my white window paper."

Zhao Zhen was suddenly amused by him, and nodded as he looked at the painting in the hands of the noodle stall owner: "It's also good for pasting windows."

Seeing him smiling, the owner of the noodle stall was also happy: "You drew this?"

"Yes."

"I think you were in a bad mood just now, because of these paintings?"

Zhao Zhen pursed his lips and nodded.

The owner of the noodle stall showed disapproval on his face: "If you feel bad because of flesh and blood people, I can understand. Why are you unhappy about these paintings that can't jump or jump? Come, come, count yourself lucky, mine The noodles are just about to come out of the pan, I treat you to a bowl!"

Pulling Zhao Zhen to sit down at the table, the owner of the noodle stall put all the calligraphy and paintings on the stool behind the noodle stall, and then said while starting the noodles from the pot: "My name is Liuzi, the owner of this noodle stall. People love to eat my noodles, you are lucky today."

Seeing the six sons skillfully making noodles and adding soup, Zhao Zhen asked him, "Are you running the business by yourself?"

"I'm an orphan, I have no father, no mother, no relatives, so I rely on this noodle stall to support myself." The six sons brought the noodles to Zhao Zhen, "Hurry up, eat while it's hot. I plan to close the noodle stall this evening, Seeing you wandering around here again, is this considered fate?"

Looking at the smiling faces of the six sons, Zhao Zhen inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy.He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth.

"Hey! It's hot!"

As soon as the six sons exclaimed, Zhao Zhen was burned.Liu Zi was more anxious than him, quickly found a towel, soaked it in cold water, fished it out, raised his hand to Zhao Zhen's lips and applied it gently.

Although Zhao Zhen is used to being served by others, now that he is facing the six sons at close range, he always feels a little strange.

After a while, seeing that Zhao Zhen's upper lip was just a little red, the six sons muttered: "You said, you are such an adult, you don't even know how to blow noodles first. Does it still hurt?"

Zhao Zhen felt like a child who made a mistake, and shook his head with some heat on his face.He usually has someone to test the temperature of his food, so there is no need to blow it by himself.

The sixth son put down the towel, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Zhao Zhen: "Eat, it's not so hot now."

Zhao Zhen took the chopsticks and picked up the noodles again, but this time he blew subconsciously.The sixth son looked at him and smiled: "Eat it, it's not hot anymore."

Zhao Zhen obediently took a bite, and then his expression immediately became stiff. Looking at the expectant eyes of the six sons, he still resisted the urge to vomit and ate it.

I have never eaten such a nasty noodle!

Zhao Zhen thought bitterly, he really couldn't take it anymore.

The six sons smiled and said, "How is it? I'm a good crafter, right?"

Zhao Zhen asked him back: "Does everyone else say that your cooking is delicious?"

Liu Zi nodded vigorously: "Of course, they all like to eat the noodles I made!"

Zhao Zhen suddenly felt that the faces of the six sons might be the same as his paintings.But what Zhao Zhen didn't understand was that others complimented his paintings because he was the emperor, while Liu Zi was just an ordinary noodle stall owner, why did others compliment his noodles?

The six sons said: "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Zhao Zhen looked at the face, struggled for a while, and said: "I can't eat anymore."

Liu Zi wondered: "Huh? Are you still unhappy because of painting?"

Zhao Zhen lied for the first time: "No...I already had dinner."

The six sons scratched their heads: "Dinner? Oh, you mean dinner? Hey, I don't quite understand what you guys are saying."

Zhao Zhen asked him: "Do you think I look like a scholar?"

"Well, a lot of scholars have come to the capital these two days to take the imperial examination, you too? I think some of them stay up late every day, tsk tsk." Six sons said with disapproval, "Don't you Follow them, the body is the most important thing, and sooner or later they will be exhausted."

Zhao Zhen smiled: "Actually, I am not a student here for reference."

The sixth son asked him, "Then who are you?"

Zhao Zhen said: "I am... an official."

The six sons laughed: "You are an official? What official? This is the first time I have seen such a good-tempered official like you."

Zhao Zhen also smiled: "I am the official who examines these students."

Liu Zi approached him: "Really? Then you don't go out for a walk alone like today, be careful that those scholars will surround you and beat you up."

Zhao Zhen looked at him strangely: "Why... beat me?"

"There are only a few people who passed the exam, and the others couldn't pass. They can't blame you, the one who tested them!"

Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "They dare not."

The six sons disagreed: "If you don't dare, it doesn't mean you won't."

Zhao Zhen shook his head helplessly, got up and said goodbye to Liu Zi: "I should go. Thank you, Liu Zi."

The six sons also got up and waved at him: "You don't need to thank me, I am very happy when you come to eat my noodles. The most important thing in life is to be happy, like me, I am very happy when I am heartless all day long. You are now Are you as happy as me?"

Zhao Zhen smiled unconsciously: "Well, happy."

"Come and eat my noodles again in the future!" The six sons picked up Zhao Zhen's unfinished noodles, turned back to the noodle stall, and poured them back into the pot.

Looking at his actions, Zhao Zhen shook his head helplessly, took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, and then left.

Liu Zi suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked the person's name yet, but when he turned around, he only saw the silver on the table.Weighing the silver in his hand, the six sons muttered: "With so much money, how can you really be an official?"

A few days later, a major event happened in the capital. Several candidates waiting for the exam in Beijing were killed one after another.A scholar named Bao Zheng was appointed by the Eight Sage Kings to investigate the case.

The six sons continued to sell his noodles steadily, lamenting the impermanence of the world.Until that day, the six sons heard the news that Bao Zheng had caught the murderer. It was Taishi Pang's second son-in-law Cui Mingchong, who is the chief examiner of this year's imperial examination, and he is currently trying the case in the Yamen.

Liu Zi suddenly remembered that person that night, his heart trembled, he dropped the thing in his hand and ran to the yamen.Squeezing hard to the front, they saw Cui Mingchong kneeling in the hall wearing night clothes. Although it was only from the back, the six sons recognized that he was not the person from that night.He was inexplicably relieved.The six sons smiled, that man looked lukewarm, how could he be a murderer?Really, how do you say that word?Care is chaos!

Since the murderer was not from that day, Liu Zi had no interest.Back at his noodle stall, Liu Zi thought how could he care so much about someone he had only met once?It was probably because the figure of him wandering in the street alone that day was too bleak, or maybe it was because he gave the six sons an ingot of silver enough to buy his noodle stall.

Liu Zi shook his head, when did he miss someone so much?

Yes, it turned out to be missing.Liu Zi smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. In fact, this feeling is not bad.Playing with the ingot of silver, Liu Zi thought, hoping to see him again.

A few months passed in a flash, and another major event happened in the capital city that had not been quiet for a long time—the eight virtuous kings killed a court lady!

Liu Zi knew the court lady named Xiuzhu, and that woman occasionally came to him to eat noodles and chat with him.It's a pity that such a living person is gone.The six sons looked at the paintings of Zhao Zhen in their room, rubbed their chins and thought: I have always heard that the Eighth Sage King is a good man, so how could he kill people?Liu Zi thought of that person again, fortunately the age of the Baxian King was not right for him.Strange to say, his noodle stall was basically a repeat customer, but that person never appeared again.Liu Zi was thinking with some melancholy, wondering if he would ever see him again in this life.

Probably if you think about someone every day, he will really appear.When Liu Zi was about to close the stall that night, that person finally came again.

Seeing that person walking this way from a distance, the smile on Liu Zi's face couldn't be restrained getting deeper and deeper.He dropped his things and ran over, shouting at the man, "You're finally here!"

Zhao Zhen looked at the sixth son who was running towards him in a daze, with a smile on that man's simple and honest face.Zhao Zhen suddenly felt that the softest point in his heart had been poked.

The six sons ran up to Zhao Zhen, reached out to give him a hug, and then let go: "I thought I'd never see you again."

The fleeting warmth made Zhao Zhen's face a little hot. Except for being hugged by his father and mother when he was a child, no one else has hugged him before.But the six sons embraced so naturally, Zhao Zhen felt that he was unnecessary and did not want to refuse.

The last time I went back from Liu Zi, Zhao Zhen found that he would think of this person every day.Liu Zi, this kind of name seems to have no surname.Zhao Zhen knows that the living environment of the six sons must be two extremes completely different from his own, but they have one thing in common, the six sons have no father and no mother, he was born in the emperor's family, his father died young, and the queen mother only has power in her eyes .Thinking of his mother's constant desire to control him, the look in Zhao Zhen's eyes was obscure.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen was distracted, the six sons asked him: "What are you thinking?"

Zhao Zhen looked at Liu Zi: "Are you waiting for me?"