Chapter 193: A Piece of Sadness Can't Be Painted (1)

The selection of the Great Departure from the country was quiet and everything was as usual, but secretly it was Shi Pohu, which caused a lot of waves inside and outside the court for a while. According to the selection of the ancestral system, all the candidates for the son of a beautiful woman can be a beautiful and dignified lady in the family of the official in the court, and there can also be a small jasper with beautiful appearance and high quality recommended by the people. However, this rare selection is mostly regarded by the people in the DPRK and China as a good opportunity to climb relatives, and almost all the school-age daughters of the major families with good character have poured out of the nest, so that the forcible occupation of most of the quota saves the selection officials from going to the people a few more times.

Yin Suwen's roster and portrait were sent to the palace early, bearing the name of the third lady of the Yin family and the secret escort of Li Xiuming's forces, she was not worried that her name would be replaced or ignored among hundreds of beauties.

In his hand is a portrait of a golden scroll, and the girl on the pale golden brocade silk is wearing a pink shirt with cloud-pouring hair and a pink shirt, as if she is about to merge with the petals in the sky. The woman in the painting leaned sideways to explore the flowers, put her bare hand on the flower branch a little, and a butterfly fell on her slender wrist, although the whole painting only showed a side face, the starlight in the eyes of the portrait and the upturned corners of the mouth have frozen the joy of that time on the silk silk, and it seems that you can still hear the ringing and silver bell chuckling through the canvas.

It was sixteen-year-old Yin Suwen, and in the second year of her acquaintance with Zhang Shaoqing, the peach blossom forest in Zhang's mansion had grown to the first scale, and she stood there with her heart full of pink eyes. It was just a momentary picture, and the young Zhang Shaoqing showed a piece of brocade silk at a moment's notice, and he had already depicted Yin Suwen vividly at that time with a pen in his hand, relying on his short memory. More than 13 years of employment. Cardamom Tip Head In early February, she couldn't put down this improvisation, and coquettishly said that he must give the painting to herself, and her childhood sweetheart was a good time when she was young.

Over the years, the scroll has been carefully stored in the dark compartment of the bookcase, and over time it has not been damaged, but the color is no longer bright. The painting is an old work, but unfortunately the people's hearts are no longer there, Yin Suwen sighed slightly, but no longer looked back on the infatuation, only raised his hand and threw the painting scroll into the brazier on the side.

The portrait sent to the palace was copied according to this old work, and it was also a superior work. A few days ago, Yin Suwen had made an appointment with the most famous painter in Fucheng to come to prepare for the portrait he selected, but before the painter started to write, Li Xiuming, who came in the rain, interrupted uninvited, from color evaluation to brushwork. I was stunned to drive away the famous official painter who was more than half a hundred years old.

Yin Su asked angrily, he deliberately made trouble. raised the jade ruyi in his hand and was about to hit him, but he didn't hide, only supported the jade ruyi with one hand and said "it's a pity to smash it", and wrote a ridiculous "ugly" word on the painting paper left by the painter with the other.

"Handing over paintings to the palace is a necessary procedure for the selection of women. You're messing around like this, and you're driving the painters away. Could it be that I just broke through the palace ban to recommend myself? ”

"It's just that you drove away the painter, and you won't be allowed to hand over the painting to the palace?"

"Is that asking me for a self-portrait?"

"Definitely. I need to draw it myself! ”

Li Xiuming closed the jade fan lightly, shook her head and picked up some "beautiful women are hard to give up" to please Yin Suwen, while eliminating her temperament, and bluntly saying that her beauty is definitely not something that ordinary painters can handle.

Yin Suwen was praised and lost his temper. laughed at his reckless behavior, simply agreed to his idea, put away his expression again, straightened his posture, and asked him to draw it well. This kind of selection portrait requires that the woman to be selected is either sitting upright or respectful and supple, not only to see the facial features and body shape but also to see the well-behaved demeanor, which is inevitably boring. People who have a little bit of thought will find one or two chic ornaments as a foil when painting, and the folk use more towels and handkerchiefs, and the official family uses gold and jade.

The crystal beauty is a good omen foil object, but in Li Xiuming's eyes, how inappropriate it is, one will say that the jade is thick and ruined the beauty of the picture, and the other will dislike Yin Suwen's deliberately fiddling posture is too stiff and not smart enough, and the long-term action has also failed to have a result.

"Li Xiuming! If you have the heart to continue messing around, then you will go to the palace to accept the matter yourself, anyway, it is a red lip and white tooth appearance, it is better to try it yourself in women's clothes. ”

Yin Suwen was a little angry, Ruyi threw up and poured himself a cup of tea, drank it and found that it was already cold old tea, and simply threw down the teacup and sulked alone.

Li Xiuming tilted her head and peeked at it a few times, shouted "Susu" twice but didn't respond, knowing that she was making too much trouble, she rubbed her cheekily next to Yin Suwen a few times, rubbing her shirt sleeves like a little animal to beg for mercy.

"So Su Su Mo is going to be angry, I really know how to draw. I'm just afraid that I will really draw you well, maybe the emperor will take a fancy to it on the first day of entering the palace, and I regret it a little. ”

Most of the time he is like a cynical prodigal boy, and when he gets serious, he has a rare innocence. He didn't lie, he looked at Yin Su with eyes as tender as water, blinked and asked, even if no one was angry.

"You, what do you have to say?"

Yin Suwen's fingers dotted his forehead in the void, and finally landed on his outstretched hand at the same time, which was a punishment slap that was neither light nor heavy.

He was the one who was in a hurry to send her to the palace, and now he is the one who is playing tricks and making frequent noises to stop her, Yin Suwen once again doubted the intelligence of this so-called "god man Li Lao". There was a little relieved smile hidden under the suspicion, the acquaintance was short, and Yin Suwen rarely found some taste of family affection in him. It's sweet, it's warm.

"Well, knowing that you are good at painting, even if you don't have to see a real person, just copy one is enough."

Encountering the problem of painting here in Li Xiuming, Yin Suwen remembered that he still had a small statue by his side, so he simply opened the secret grid and took the painting and threw it directly in Li Xiuming's hands.

"How?"

"To my liking! The artistic conception is beautiful and graceful, like a shocking photo, and the most important thing is that there is only one side face, haha! ”

Li Xiuming guessed that it must have come from Zhang Shaoqing's handwriting at first glance, and that kind of affection and painting skills were definitely not something that others could do, but he never mentioned it, and only stroked his hands and high-fived this painting was very appropriate.

Yin Su asked to leave a helpless and contemptuous eye wave for him, and went out to change a pot of hot tea and came back, and when he looked at the past, he also had a little surprise.

The name of 'Li Lao' is really not all in vain, he is a famous scholar of the merry school on the rivers and lakes, and his calligraphy and painting skills are naturally top-notch. In just a quarter of an hour, a vivid copy of the new silk cloth had already appeared. (To be continued......)