"Oh, yes? I think I, Wang Ximeng, was originally just a lonely and unknown painter, only because I met Su Zhenniang, you, this suddenly became famous, as the so-called popular right and wrong, originally those who looked down on my relatives, but also three days and two ends to ask people to bring words to the palace, not to let me find them a good errand, or let me send silver outside, you said that when I was down, why didn't there be so many relatives to help. ”

Su Ruanmei was a little incomprehensible to Wang Ximeng for saying such a thing for no reason, and Feihong didn't know what kind of nerves this kid was making.

After Wang Ximeng finished eating the apple, he placed the remaining seeds on the painting table steadily.

"Mrs. Su Zhen, now I don't even want to see my relatives at home, so please don't bring some irrelevant people to disturb my painting in the future, so Ximeng will thank you in advance."

After Wang Ximeng finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Su Ruanmei.

Su Ruanmei saw that Wang Ximeng's kid was not very old, but his frame was not small, and when he said this, Concubine Ji looked very embarrassed.

"You kid, I haven't seen you so arrogant before, but now that you've been in the Hanlin Academy for a long time, don't you have a little more officialdom."

Su Ruanmei walked in front of Wang Ximeng and pushed him, and Wang Ximeng took advantage of the situation to stroke her hair bun.

"Actually, let's be honest with Su Zhenniang, after I finished painting thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I feel unsatisfactory when I paint other things, as if Jiang Lang is exhausted, no, I want to change my career to painting characters recently, but I don't listen to the call with this hand and pen."

Su Ruanmei saw that Wang Ximeng felt a little sorry for herself, and then looked at the little eunuch who was dozing off on the stool, and she had a plan in her heart.

"Although I'm not a painter and I don't have formal training in painting, it seems that this portrait has to start with a plaster cast and a model."

As soon as Su Ruanmei said this, Wang Ximeng looked confused.

"Plaster? Mannequin? What are these things, I only know stone statues, mushrooms. ”

Wang Ximeng said and picked up another apple and ate it.

Feihong and Concubine Ji saw that Su Ruanmei and Wang Ximeng were chatting hotly, but they stood aside and became outsiders, so they couldn't help but complain.

"This plaster and stone statue are actually similar, that is, make people into equal stone statues, and then paint according to the stone statues, you think, you want to copy a character, who will stand there all day and let you paint, the stone statues are different, you can paint how you want, you can paint as long as you want."

Wang Xi dreamed of Su Ruanmei's proposal, and nodded slightly.

"That's good, but the stone statue is not as vivid and lovely as a living person, and it doesn't have the slightest aura."

Regarding Wang Ximeng's question, Su Ruanmei nodded slightly.

"That's why you need a model, a model is a person with a unique temperament that allows you to copy, a talented painter like you should be able to skip the stage of copying plaster, and today is the season...... The young lady came here, and you see her form and temperament and let you draw what you think. ”

When Su Ruanmei said this, Wang Ximeng looked at Concubine Ji carefully, and felt that Concubine Ji was indeed a good object to copy.

"Mrs. Su Zhen, is Miss Ji really willing to stand there for two hours without moving and let me paint."

Wang Ximeng asked very curiously, Su Ruanmei looked at Concubine Ji with a look of a fanned sister, and said that Wang Ximeng was no problem.

"But I can make it clear to you that this model can only be used for copying, not touching or touching, let alone having any messy relationship with her, she is still a girl who is ice clear and jade."

Su Ruanmei said very seriously, and Wang Ximeng nodded slightly.

"It's natural, I'm thinking about how to draw well, and I'm not really interested in other things."

When Wang Ximeng said this, Su Ruanmei smiled without doubting kindness.

"Really, I see that you seem to be very interested in Feihong."

As soon as Su Ruanmei's words fell, Wang Ximeng's face turned red.

"That's wishful thinking, and I've never said I like her."

Su Ruanmei saw that Wang Ximeng was really still a child, and she didn't know how far he and Feihong had developed before, so she blushed when she mentioned the private matter between them.

Then Su Ruanmei told Concubine Ji again what she and Wang Ximeng had said, Concubine Ji hesitated at first, and then nodded and agreed to Su Ruanmei's request, Feihong saw that Wang Ximeng wanted to find Concubine Ji as a model, and instantly became jealous, she said that she also wanted to be Wang Ximeng's model, but Wang Ximeng refused on the spot, as for why she refused, Wang Ximeng did not say, maybe Wang Ximeng felt that she looked like a wild girl, not at all like the kind of person who can live in the painting.

Wang Ximeng left Feihong angrily, and asked Concubine Ji to take the position of the little eunuch, Su Ruanmei saw that Concubine Ji was wearing a cloak and wrapped in a fox fur, which completely lacked the charm that a woman should have, so she asked Concubine Ji to take off all the thick clothes, leaving only the more intimate clothes inside.

Concubine Ji sat on the stool and couldn't help but shudder.

"Sister Su, aren't you afraid that you will let me sit like this?"

Seeing Concubine Ji's pitiful appearance, Su Ruanmei asked the eunuch beside her to bring two more charcoal stoves in, and handed the stove in her hand to Concubine Ji.

"This way it won't be cold, since you want to be your idol's model, you naturally have to show your most beautiful posture, I can tell you the truth, this kid doesn't know what to draw after painting a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, if you want to know more about him, this is a rare opportunity."

When Su Ruanmei said this, Concubine Ji smiled shallowly.

After Concubine Ji sat down, Wang Ximeng began to sort out his thoughts and prepare to put down the pen, which is very strange to say, Wang Ximeng felt exhausted when he was facing a little eunuch before, and he had no intention of painting, and when the person sitting opposite was Concubine Ji, Wang Ximeng was inspired instantly, and Su Ruanmei helped him consider and make suggestions on the side, but in half an hour, a portrait jumped on the paper.

"Okay, this is the first time I've painted for a girl, Su Zhenniang, come and take a look."

Su Ruanmei put down the teacup and walked to Wang Ximeng's easel, feeling that Wang Ximeng's portrait was always lacking something, but she couldn't say why.

Concubine Ji saw that Su Ruanmei and Wang Ximeng were frowning at the easel, so she also put on a cloak and walked over.

"What's the matter, I think this painting is okay."

Concubine Ji said very seriously, Su Ruanmei shook her head, and Wang Ximeng said, it's still a little worse.

After Wang Ximeng finished speaking, he took the painting from the easel and crumpled it into a ball.

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