Yang Zheng's level of painting is no longer the level of three years ago, and on the white paper on the easel, Princess Fukang's face slowly becomes clear under the pencil.

Jian Rou, who was standing behind him, looked at Yang Zheng in shock, and with a strange pen, in less than an hour, a vivid Princess Fukang jumped onto the paper.

"Okay, no?" Princess Fukang, who acts as a model, can't wait to see her portrait.

"Alright..."

After carefully checking it and making sure that nothing was missing, Yang Zheng nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll see, wow, it's so beautiful..."

Princess Fukang ran to the drawing board, looked at her portrait and said happily, Yang Zheng next to her listened to a black line, and even the corners of Jian Rou's mouth had a slight curvature.

"Brother Yang, is it okay to give it to me......?"

Princess Fukang admired enough, and pulled Yang Zheng's sleeve and begged.

"It was meant to be for you! If Miss Jianrou doesn't dislike it, this painting will be given to the girl."

Yang just rubbed Fukang's hair with a smile and said to Jian Rou beside him.

"Thank you, Young Master Yang"

Inside the palace Funing Palace

Wang Zhongzheng cautiously said to Zhao Zhen and Miao Guifei: "Don't worry about the official family and the concubine, there is Miss Jianrou here, and the people from the Imperial City Division are following, the princess will definitely be fine, maybe something is delayed." ”

Normally, at this time, Princess Fukang would have already come back to greet them.

"Well, don't worry, Concubine Ai, it'll be fine", Zhao Zhen patted Miao Guifei's hand and comforted him in a harmonious voice.

"Father, mother, I'm back!" Miao Guifei wanted to say something more, and Princess Fukang's sweet voice came from outside the Funing Palace.

Princess Fukang, who trotted in, held the rolled portrait and obediently greeted the two, and Jian Rou behind her also saluted lightly.

"Fukang, why did you come back at this time, I don't know if your mother is worried about you?"

Zhao Zhen pulled up his daughter and blamed.

"Sister Jian is here, it's okay, there is something delayed today, not next time, father, mother, close your eyes"

Princess Fukang pulled Zhao Zhen's sleeve and shook it for a while.

"Good..."

Zhao Zhen and Miao Guifei closed their eyes funny to see what the hell this eccentric daughter was doing.

After the two closed their eyes, Fukang carefully opened the scroll and placed it in front of the two.

"Alright, you can open it!"

When Zhao Zhen and Miao Guifei opened their eyes, they saw as if two daughters appeared in front of them, and they rubbed their eyes together, only to find that one of them was on the paper in the daughter's hand.

"Miraculous!"

Miao Guifei stretched out her hand to touch the portrait, and didn't understand why a three-dimensional portrait could be drawn on this plain white paper.

This painting is not only Princess Fukang and Jian Rou are amazing, Zhao Zhen and Miao Guifei are also amazed, the special cervical painters in the palace, these painters are the most famous at the moment, but the paintings of this era pay more attention to the artistic conception, rather than realism, so almost all the portraits of the Yellow Emperor that have been handed down are somewhat similar.

Zhao Zhen, the son of heaven of the Great Song Dynasty, is almost already the most noble person in the world, and the status in front of him has nothing to pursue, and he attaches great importance to the things after his death, especially when he has no heirs.

As an emperor, he is qualified, diligent, thrifty, tolerant of officials, loving the people, he has a clear conscience, and believes that the history books will give him a fair evaluation, and such a portrait can make his face forever in the world.

Jian Rou didn't know who Yang was, but he was clear, in the past three years, Yang Zheng's information would be transmitted to his desk every once in a while, and it was Yang Zheng's performance in the past three years that made him tolerate everything that happened during this time.

Pretended to reprimand Princess Fukang harshly, and drove Princess Fukang, who also pretended to be pitiful, back to his palace, of course, the portrait of Princess Fukang as the culprit was left by Zhao Zhen, and after Jian Rou and Princess Fukang left, Zhao Zhen asked Wang Zhongzheng to find all the painters in the court.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat, I called you here because I accidentally got a painting, let you take a closer look..."

After the five court painters came, Zhao Zhen said softly.

These painters are all official positions of eight or nine grades, mainly responsible for painting portraits of Zhao Zhen's family, which can be regarded as an alternative historian, and Zhao Zhen has always treated them preferentially.

"If you can be like Your Majesty's eyes, it must not be ordinary..."

"Wechen will do his best..."

“…”

The portrait of Princess Fukang had already been framed by the palace maid in a delicate frame and fixed on a rosewood shelf, Zhao Zhen waved his hand, and the two little eunuchs carried the shelf in front of the five painters.

"This..."

"Brother Zhang, what kind of technique is this!"

"Miracles, miracles, the old man boasts of learning all the techniques in the world, but he didn't expect it to be a frog at the bottom of the well......"

An old man looked at the portrait of Princess Fukang, as if he had seen Princess Fukang in real person, compared with the paintings he had made for the princess before, he was ashamed, his face was red, his breath was short, and he could faint at any time.

The literati are light, that is for people who are about the same level as themselves, the gap is too big and this will not happen, these five court painters are the best at portraits, and when they encounter sketches and portraits that transcend the times, the blow to their hearts can be imagined.

"Dare to ask Your Majesty, which master is this from?"

The old man still didn't faint, and after his mood eased down, he respectfully saluted Zhao Zhen, at this time there was no need to consider whether Zhao Zhen was dissatisfied with them, there was really no need for them with such painters.

The others also knelt down in shame.

"This, everyone Aiqing get up first..."

Zhao Zhen said to these people with a smile, he is not a painter, he is an emperor, and the countless famous paintings that have been handed down from generation to generation in China are his favorite, this strange technique, the most important thing is the portrait.

And this master is his son-in-law, and he may have talent, but the master is up for debate.

At the moment, he lied, claiming that the painting was obtained by Princess Fukang, and he didn't know it, so he sent these people.

Every profession, each class has its own circle, as a court painter, their circle is naturally inseparable from the circle of painting, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is a compulsory practice for literati in this era, after being sent out by Zhao Zhen, the news of the appearance of a master's work in the palace slowly spread.

Zhao Zhen is the emperor, and the idea can't hit him, so Princess Fukang has become a breakthrough for everyone, so all kinds of party invitations between young daughters floated into Princess Fukang's palace like snowflakes.

The literati of the Great Song Dynasty had a high status and a flourishing literary style, not only among the scribes, but also among various women, and the gatherings between various women were also initiated in the name of various poems.

Princess Fukang's status is too high, even as she gets older, there are few such parties to invite her to, and she is very happy to receive so many invitations at once, after all, although the palace is large, there are no real playmates.