In the end, all the paintings at today's flower party came to Zhao Lei.

He is now famous, and he is a bachelor of the Hanmo Museum, and when he looks back, he takes these paintings to someone to paste, which is better than these people who do it themselves, and these paintings have been reviewed by him, and they have also added luster to the paintings and their owners. There are also people who silently bury themselves in painting, there are many, but more people still yearn to be famous, the most convenient way to become famous is to associate with celebrities, those who come to catch the exam, and those who want to be famous, don't they all go to their predecessors, high-ranking officials, and celebrities? If you get a half-word praise from these people, your fame and worth will suddenly be different from the past, and it will be very good for your future.

Zhao Lei is not only a bachelor of the Hanmo Pavilion, but more importantly, he is also a royal concubine, with great fame and transcendent status. However, Zhao Lei did not feel very embarrassed. Anyway, his personality is not to look at anything else, but to act meritocraticly. If he is talented, no matter which family he is, he is willing to carry him, if he is not talented, then it is the same, what is the surname is useless, no matter what it is, it is not good. Anyway, his family has no relatives, he usually doesn't have many friends, and his wife is a princess, so he doesn't have a relationship that is difficult to shirk.

Today is about to have a lot of fun, and the flowers are also enjoyable, and there are more than 20 paintings sent to him.

However, most of them are ...... in Zhao Lei's view It's not worth seeing.

It's not that his vision is too high, in fact, Zhao Lei's requirements are not high when evaluating paintings, his painting skills are insufficient, and it is good to have new ideas. As long as there is a little benefit, he is willing to give affirmation.

But today, these paintings are all of a different color.

I really can't pick out the merits at all, and I can barely say that there is, so I can only say that the paper is good, and the paint is good, but do these have anything to do with the people who paint and the paintings? It can only be said that Liao Gongzi, who provided the garden, wine and food, and paper and pen paints today, is just a generous person.

This kind of assembly is not as good as Liu Yan sees, at least Liao Caibin once mentioned one thing to him, after many gatherings, whether he hosted it himself or lent the garden to others, there would always be something less when he finally counted and cleaned.

It may be that the guests have broken it, or it may be that the hands and feet of the subordinates are not clean, and it is not for nothing that some people have drunk and thrown things into the water.

But it is also true that some people quietly take away the things in the garden.

I don't know which one it is, or which ones, Liao Caibin hasn't studied it deeply, which hurts both harmony and face. When the water is clear, there are no fish, and he likes to make friends, but he doesn't like to offend people—anyway, there is really nothing of special value in this garden, except for houses, gardens, flowers and trees, that is, a little furnishings. Some famous flowers and trees are valuable, but no matter how unparticular the guests are, it is impossible to dig up the flowers by the roots.

What are these paintings?

Don't talk about Zhao Lei, Liu Yan can't look down on it. She can't paint it herself, but her vision is not bad, these paintings are really in vain, good paper, good pens and good paint.

The flower that was painted...... In good conscience, Liu Yan thinks that he may be able to make his paintings stronger. There is also a painting of a girl, I don't know how the girl herself looked, anyway, Liu Yan felt that if he wanted to use this painting to follow the map, it was impossible to find people out anyway. This beauty with a crooked nose and slanted eyes and arms like noodles really can't see where the beauty is.

There are good ones, but there are too few.

There is a painting of a courtyard wall that I don't know where, there is an osmanthus tree next to the wall, and there is a stone bench under the tree, and there are dots of falling flowers on the ground.

Zhao Lei also thinks this one is acceptable.

The one at the bottom is not bad.

Zhao Lei looked at the open window above, and outside the window was a big-leaf plantain, probably because there was too much time in the garden, only a layer of light color, and the plantain only had a very light green shadow, which looked like a faded silhouette. In the window was a corner of the bookcase, and there was a book spread out on the bookcase, as if the owner had just been reading under the window, and had not had time to clean up the book not long after he walked away.

Liu Yan was slightly in a trance, as if she had seen the scene on this painting.

People often have this illusion, a place they have never been, a person they have never seen, or something they have not experienced, but there will always be this sense of déjà vu that jumps out from time to time, as if they have been here in the past, seen such a person, and experienced such a thing.

Maybe it's in a dream.

Zhao Lei glanced at the payment and smiled.

"It turned out to be him."

"Who is it?"

Zhao Lei said: "Wang Zhi, do you recognize it?" ”

Liu Yan shook his head: "It seems that I have heard someone mention it, which one is it?" ”

"A side branch of the Zhanzhou Wang family, his grandfather is Wang Xiang."

Speaking of this, Liu Yan understands. Wang Xiang still has a name, and his name lies in his martyrdom. He was a talented man of the previous dynasty, he once dotted the flowers, and he once served as a living man, but this person's temperament was too upright, and the living lang was demoted after not long in his work, this person simply resigned, and when the previous dynasty fell, this person committed suicide. His reputation was bought by his suicide. There are also people in the Wang family who are officials in the court, and this Wang Zhi heard that he grew up in Zhanzhou when he was a child, and he has not been in the capital for too long.

Liu Yan had heard of him, but he forgot whether it was the eldest sister or the third sister who said it, saying that this person was really like a Zhilan jade tree, and he could see that his temperament was also good.

But Liu Yan didn't have that mind at the time, there are more beautiful boys, is it difficult for her to remember them all?

Now she remembered the name.

"I like this painting very much, brother-in-law, you can help me ask to see if he can cut love."

Zhao Lei agreed: "I'll send the painting to be framed first, and then go back and ask him what he means." But I think he should agree, this person is not a stingy person, not like the kind of people in Vanity Fair, but a little idle clouds and wild cranes. ”

Liu Yan took Zhao Lei's picture scroll back to the palace to show Empress Cao. Empress Cao really liked it. In this autumn, there are many people who paint chrysanthemums and maple leaves, but Zhao Lei's paintings can always reveal a different meaning from others.

To put it mildly, his paintings have connotations and meanings, and sometimes Liu Yan looks at the paintings and feels that he can grasp what the person who painted is thinking at the time.

It's a pity that she has low eyes, and being able to appreciate it doesn't mean that she can draw it.

There was a eunuch next to Empress Cao who was replying, and Liu Yan sat aside and listened to it.

It's about the Yuan family.

Yuan Ruoqiu learns the rules very carefully and learns quickly, and he can see that he is a smart person. The rest of the Yuan family also understood that this family affair was a foregone conclusion, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to be respectful and close to each other.

But there is one exception.

Yuan Ruojinbei.

Miss Yuan hasn't been out of the house these days, it seems that the Yuan family doesn't want her to come out.

"Today, when Yuan Ruoqiu went to greet the old lady of their family, Miss Yuan also went, she looked like that and hated it, but I was afraid that sooner or later something would happen."