Cai Lan and Jinxiu had already received the order of Mrs. Tai, and went out of the house together, and each went back to the courtyard to get paintings. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everyone is still sitting and chatting, the north wind is raging outside the window, and the house is as warm as spring, but it is rare to be comfortable and leisurely.

After a while, Cai Lan and Jinxiu both turned around, each holding their own girl's painting, and presented it to several elders in the hall.

Because Zhong Jingren has always been kind and talkative, Qin Yanzhao and several of them were close to him, and seeing that Mrs. Tai was in a very good mood at this time, they all took advantage of the situation to get up and gathered around him to watch the painting together.

Zhong Jingren first humbled a few words, and then unfolded the painting to take a closer look.

He first opened Qin Yanwan's painting, it is a landscape freehand, the green mountains in the distant view are faint, and there are several peach blossoms in the near distance, and the more wonderful thing is that under the peach blossom tree, there is a corner of the woman's clothes belt, although there are only a few strokes, but it makes people like in spring, see the peach blossoms blooming all over the mountain, if you are covered with thousands of clouds, and that touch of light ink clothes and ribbons, it is like the woman who "the peach is dying, scorching its bloom" in the poem three hundred, people can't help but want to see the woman's graceful appearance.

Qin Yanzhao watched it with surprise for a while, then stroked his palm and said, "The second sister's painting, the charm is really wonderful. This painting is a peach stream?"

Qin Yanwan smiled lightly: "Second brother has good eyesight. ”

Qin Yanzhi also praised: "The second sister painted well, the distant mountains and trees are near, and the atmosphere is leisurely, it seems that the poem "Peach Blossom Speech" has been included in the painting. ”

"Peach Blossom Ci" is a long poem handed down from the former Qin, written by an anonymous person, and it is still very famous for its recitation. Qin Yanzhi uses this poem as a metaphor for painting, alluding to the fact that the painting is like poetry, which is a very high praise.

Qin Yanwan smiled lightly and said nothing, without much pride in her expression.

Zhong Jingren looked at the painting quietly, and after a long time, Fang smiled and glanced at Qin Yanwan gently, and said approvingly: "Excellent." I don't want Erniang to be in the painting, but she has such a talent. ”

Qin Yanwan hurriedly bowed her head and said, "It's a blessing that I haven't stained Uncle Zhong's eyes." As he spoke, a little joy flashed in his eyes.

Zhong Jingren is a person who really studied under a famous teacher and has outstanding painting skills, and his praise is much more weighty than Qin Yanzhao's praise.

Seeing that her words were quiet and her attitude was humble, Zhong Jingren's eyes were even more praised, and after watching it carefully for a while, he rolled up the painting, and then took Qin Su's painting in his hand and slowly unfolded it.

In the Dehui Hall, there was suddenly a silence.

All the people who watched the painting, including Qin Yanpu, who was only eight years old, invariably opened their eyes wide and looked strange.

Qin Yanzhao's eyes were stunned, and his face was stunned; Qin Yanzhi's reaction was more direct, he coughed at a glance, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeve, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden; Qin Yanpu looked old, his fat face was tense, and his eyes were a little uncomfortable.

Qin Su stood expressionlessly, as if he hadn't noticed the appearance of these Lang Jun.

Her painting skills were already very poor, Qin Yanzhi didn't laugh on the spot, she was already very face-saving.

A painting can make so many people quiet at the same time, and the girls sitting next to them can't stand still. Qin Yanzhen bowed slightly to Mrs. Tai in the seat, then got up from the bed and walked to Zhong Jingren's side to look at the painting together, and Qin Yantang also left the seat.

Qin Su quietly lowered his eyes, waiting for Zhong Jingren's final judgment.

I don't know who chuckled, and then a low cough sounded. Although she never looked up, she knew that it must have been a sister who had seen her painting, so she reacted.

Qin Su waited for a while, but she never waited for the judgment she expected, Zhong Jingren seemed to have disappeared, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

She was slightly surprised, and raised her eyes to look in the direction of Zhong Jingren.

This look surprised her even more.

Zhong Jingren's complexion at this moment was extremely solemn, and those gentle eyes were firmly glued to her paintings, looking at her demeanor, it seemed that he had seen something from her paintings.

Qin Su was extremely surprised.

With her bad painting, how can Zhong Jingren be so fascinated?

She involuntarily stepped forward and glanced over the drawing.

That's right, this is indeed her painting, not by mistake Qin Yanwan.

This painting was painted a few days ago, and it depicts the twilight lantern in the east courtyard.

The **** excused himself to take the scene, and went to the left of the dry well to inspect the terrain, and afterwards he used this painting to prevaricate, mainly for the people behind Agu.

Because the painting is perfunctory, it is only painted in one or two hours, so the scene in the painting is quite simple, but it is a curved corridor in the foreground, outside the corridor are dead trees and broken branches and a few lanterns, and the distant background is the sky that will not be dark.

Frankly speaking, even if she looked at it herself, she felt that the painting was really not neat. Especially in that piece of sky, she unconsciously painted the scene before her death, because filial piety did not dare to use color, so she only used light ink to describe a few strokes, the few points of starlight in the sky are also lackluster, the brushstrokes are rigid and stiff, it is clear at a glance.

However, Zhong Jingren's gaze stopped at those few strokes in the sky, and in the depths of his peaceful gaze, there was a faint ghostly light jumping.

"It's ...... After a while, he seemed to have finally recovered from his shock, looked at Qin Su and asked.

Looking at his peaceful and waveless eyes, Qin Su suddenly felt that he was a little bottomless in his heart.

What happened to this painting? Why is Zhong Jingren so out of shape?

For a while, her heart was full of thoughts, but her face was timid, and she nodded: "I painted it." I can't draw well, please forgive Uncle Zhong. ”

"It's really child's talk. Mrs. Tai's voice rang out at the right time, and her voice was quite pleasant, so she looked at Zhong Jingren with a smile and said slowly: "Liuniang is still young, and she has been in Zhuangzi for many years. ”

Between the words, he attributed Zhong Jingren's abnormality to Qin Su's poor painting skills.

Zhong Jingren was slightly stunned, then realized and smiled faintly.

Mrs. Tai is still an old problem, too heavy.

Qin Su is a concubine, and she is still a maid, and Mrs. Tai will never allow a concubine to overshadow the limelight of her concubine.

This is especially true in Dehui Hall.

"I said, why did I look at it for so long, it turned out that my painting skills were too poor. Lin also said softly at this time, glanced at Qin Su with a little reproach, and frowned.

Zhong Jingren is a very smart person, he knows the elegance when he hears the string song, and immediately rolls Qin Su's paintings at random, strokes his beard and smiles: "That's right." Compared with Erniang, Liuniang's painting skills are indeed rusty, and they need to be tempered. ”

only talked about painting skills, but didn't mention anything about the meaning of painting.

However, no one could hear the slight difference in this word. Only Qin Yanwan glanced at Zhong Jingren without a trace. (To be continued.) )