Yang Qingyin was shocked, "Childe recognizes me?" ”

What kind of mood should it be, she thought that Gongzi Yanbai was the person she couldn't reach, and the footsteps she followed when she was a girl now didn't dare to take another step.

But in his words, it was as if he was saying that he knew her.

Yan Bai took a sip of wine, and his voice was sparse: "Many years ago in Jin Shuzhai, I bought one of your paintings. ”

Chang'an Jin Study is a place where countless literati and artists compete to gather, and celebrities linger there, just to find their favorite calligraphy and paintings.

At that time, Chang'an was in the prosperous era, and she became famous in a battle with the princess Yun's lyrics, and the heroines were gorgeous, and the regent Xiao Yihan was driven by two.

At that time, in the Great Zhou, there were Xiao Yihan, there were cloud songs, the gods were full of Chang'an, and the prosperity of the Great Zhou reached its peak.

The state is stable, the people are rich, and the literati who chase the wind and bones are unprecedentedly grand.

The rise of Jin Shuzhai is inevitable.

There, the depressed genius can shock Chang'an with his poetry.

The impoverished Danqing ink hand can use paintings to make calligraphy and sell it at a high price, not only to support his family, but also to enjoy fame.

Yang Qingyin only went to Jin Shuzhai once, selling paintings.

She was born when the family was depressed and low, and the inheritance accumulated by her ancestors was squandered by her father and uncle.

In the end, the Yang family was defeated, the trees fell and scattered, and all the property in the house was sold, she and her mother were forced to leave home, mixed in the ordinary people, and worked hard for their livelihoods.

A proud person like her should not do anything to sell her calligraphy and paintings, but she can't resist the destruction and oppression of reality.

My mother was born in a scholarly family, and she was squeamish in a large family for decades.

complained that she didn't give birth to a son, if Yang Qingyin was a man, the Yang family would not have abandoned them when they were broken.

In those years, she became an unblessed child, disliked, insulted, and cursed.

Hardship did not sharpen her pride and purity, and her mother, by her own strength, in a few years, turned her into an unfortunate person, and fell into the dust.

This lasted for seven or eight years, and her only solace was probably the rough paper calligraphy and calligraphy that she bought at a low price from a dealer.

It's all from the hands of one person - Gongzi Yanbai.

Yan Bai, the son of Chang'an, who is popular in Chang'an, is the yearning of many literati and writers, celebrities and magnates, and his true works are hard to find.

She couldn't even look at it, she could only buy it and copy it.

At the age of fourteen, the woman who took her to endure hardship and poverty still couldn't hold on, and was so sick that only skin and bones remained, and no matter how much she wanted to scold her, she couldn't scold her.

Yang Qingyin clearly knows that she has some resentment towards her mother, her young heart is always fragile, and she has been cursed every day for so many years, how can she not complain?

But flesh and blood affection is so magical, it obviously makes you suffer, but in the end, there is still a magical power, so that you are willing to status it to go to the soup.

She felt sorry for her mother, there was no cure, and when the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, she didn't even have a decent future.

Mother's life is actually bitter, and because of these bitterness, she has nowhere to vent, so she can only pour it all out on her.

People are dying, good and evil are gone, she can't blame it, and she can't complain.

The only thing I could do was to send her away with everything I could, trying not to look so shabby, and when I went into the ground, there was only a straw mat.

But what can a fourteen-year-old boy have?

turned over the meager family background, there was nothing valuable, and for her, the most valuable thing was only those calligraphy, paintings, and books.

She didn't have confidence in herself, but she still had to give it a try.

I heard that the calligraphy and painting trade in Jin Shuzhai was the most prosperous, so she went.

Almost as expected, she was rejected, and the steward of the brocade study saw that she was a thin and down-and-out little girl, and he didn't even want to look at her paintings.

This made her deeply frustrated, sad and helpless, and stood at the door of the brocade study with the scroll tightly in her arms, refusing to leave for a long time.

The mother at home breathed a sigh of relief, and she couldn't get a penny.

Isn't it unfilial?

At that moment, she could even understand her mother's grievances, if she was a man, the Yang family would have been defeated, she would be able to make ends meet with her mother, and she would not let her fall into pain and extricate herself.

Born as a daughter, she is sorry.

It was late spring, and it rained for several days, and she huddled under the porch of the brocade study with the scroll in her arms, shivering from the cold.

No one stopped for her, and no one asked her why.

She has already tasted the coldness of the world, and she doesn't feel sad, but she doesn't know where to go, and she doesn't have the courage to go home.

She has never been as desperate as that day, the world is vast, people come and go, but she has nowhere to go and no place to go.

In the evening, things magically took a turn for her, and the steward went out to look for her, and only said, "There is a customer who is willing to buy your painting, and this is money." ”

He didn't even ask her how much she was going to sell, he didn't open her painting after taking it, he turned around to go in.

The heavy silver in her hand made her heart tremble, and she knew that the painting was not worth that much money at all, and the guest had not even seen her painting.

"Boss, that guest gave too much." She carefully shook out the money, took only a small part, and handed the rest back to the steward: "My paintings can't be put on the elegant hall, they can only be decorated by ordinary people, and the guests are out of the bank." ”

She was grateful to the guest she had never met, but she never thought about who the person who bought her painting was, she didn't dare to ask.

Because all the people in this are what she doesn't dare to climb.

"The guest said that part of this money is painting money, and part of it is given to you by him as a living for you later." The steward stuffed the silver bag back into her hand and said, "The guest said that the palace has been recruiting palace maids recently, and the little girl, you have a clean background, and you were also from a big family, and you should be the best place to go when you enter the palace as a palace maid." ”

With that, he left.

The wind was quiet, and she was stunned for a long time.

The guest who bought her painting knew her life experience, and she thought that maybe it was someone who had known the Yang family before, after all, at that time, the Yang family was also in the market.

Acquaintances are all over Chang'an.

It's just that later, there is no trace.

She silently went home with her purse.

Buried his mother.

Listen to him and enter the palace.

In the more than ten years that the harem has been tumbling and rolling, she has become the head of the first palace of the harem from that helpless girl.

After tasting all the intrigues and tricks, you can finally be alone and well.

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