Family Joy Chapter 118 Returning to Ningli

118 Returning to Ningli

"You practice for a while every day?" Don't talk about this, while drawing small, Xia Mo likes to watch himself draw small fish, small shrimp, these living creatures, so over the years, he has been used to practicing with these small things, so that he can draw them to Xia Mo at any time to please her. casually looking at Xia Mo's gesture with a pen, it seems that she has taken painting more than just a hobby.

"Well, it's generally a painting demeanor, I'm afraid that my hands will be raw, stop for a day, just think about two days, and it will be difficult to pick it up later." Xia Mo said with a smile, sighed lightly, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly felt a little tired, "When I was at home, I was tired of doing it in the sewing room, so I drew with a pen." When I was in good spirits, I went back to do it, in fact, I was thinking about embroidering a picture of Guanyin, but I really didn't have time. ”

"Of course it's tiring to do so much, I don't think the sisters-in-law did it in the first place? Actually, you are stupid! Only do the emperor's wife, the emperor's ama, the ladies let the family help make a big noodles, you sew a button, embroider flowers are also your own hands! When I asked for peace today, one person gave a few sets, which was decent and pleasing. Why bother to do it yourself? "The eighth child has always been unable to understand her sometimes self-inflicted self-inflicted.

"Actually, why didn't I know that I was looking for something to do? It's just that I grew up in this palace, how do these ladies treat me, you also see it, without them, I can live so well? You're so stupid! Xia Mo glanced at him, what did she say about this?

Usually, none of these ladies in the palace have a few things she does, and there are not too many grandmothers who know how to do it, okay. Whether you do it yourself or not, you can know whether it is true or false when you compare it, which is also one of the disadvantages of growing up in the palace, it is too familiar, and it is difficult to fake it.

It's fun to see that there are already two carps on his drawing paper. Busy changing the subject, he smiled, "Well, you have the best way to draw these living creatures, and they look vibrant." ”

Xia Mo likes these gadgets very much, and with two strokes, the essence of the essence is revealed. Add two aquatic plants to make a small piece. She remembered that in later generations, Bada Shanren, Shi Tao's small albums could also be sold for sky-high prices in auction houses. Moreover, it was inherited in an orderly manner in the Qing Dynasty, and there were special people to collect and bind.

"Can you sell it for money?" The eighth child knew that Xia Mo liked these gadgets, and he also painted them to please her. Seeing Xia Mo laughing, he put aside those troubles and came over to joke, as if Xia Mo let herself learn to paint just to become famous and sell for money, didn't she just say that she wanted to rely on this to eat?

"Who knows? Why don't you let Brother Jiu open a gallery, you take a name and go out on consignment, and try the market? Xia Mo also made fun of him.

She also painted, and it was not her first to use a fine brush to draw sketches, and after the liberation, many painters were looking for a combination of Chinese and Western painting styles. Sketching with a brush is also one of the directions of experimentation.

When she was in school, she had listened to a few lessons, but she used the shade of ink to show shadows, and used the burrs that naturally separated by the brush to create the grainy feeling of charcoal. When she came here, she couldn't find a charcoal pen for her, and of course, it was useless to find it, and the paper at this time did not have the kind of special paper for sketching in later generations. I can only theory first and then practice, take the pen and practice more, and now I can finally see people.

Handed to the eighth, the side face she painted, the eighth child's interest suddenly turned to painting, Xia Mo painted very interestingly, using the burrs of the dry ink brush to reflect the shade and shadow, but it is very different from the gongbi paintings that I see on weekdays, and there are many three-dimensional.

In addition to three-dimensional, more important is realism, a small fold on his collar is drawn, and the eighth child finds two mirrors to look at each other. Xia Mo hurriedly jumped off the kang and took the mirror to find the right angle, so that he could compare.

"Your drawing method is interesting, not random at all, and very skilled." Lao Ba held a mirror in one hand and a painting in the other, and looked very seriously.

How to say that he is also a professional, thinking about the light and shade on the Guanyin given to the Queen Mother during the day, it aroused his curiosity, and he wanted to ask carefully, but he didn't want Xia Mo to take back the sketch, took a look, lit it under the lamp, and threw it into the porcelain basin on the side.

"I'm a boudoir artist, and I can't pass it on." Xia Mo watched it turn to ashes before explaining.

Just as Xiao Tang's came in and said that the water was boiling, Xia Mo secretly grimaced at him, and shook the veil at him in front of Xiao Tang's fake model, "Master, please rest in peace, the concubine has retired!" ”

"Does Fujin scare the little ones?" The eighth child was so frightened that he almost slipped off the kang, glared at her, and vomited blood!

Xia Mo glared at him fiercely, joking, he is now a Fujin, and he wants to perform family etiquette to the prince's husband, but he doesn't dare to be said that he has no tutor. Honestly press your knees and go back to your room to take a bath.

The eighth shook his head helplessly, but he still thought about Xia Mo's playful appearance just now, and he couldn't help but feel sweet, just now, he seemed to have a real feeling, Xia Mo was really his own blessing.

Looking back at the paper ash in the porcelain basin, I feel a little pity, just now it was the first self I had seen Xia Mo's painting! But think about it, the things in her boudoir, the handwriting, and the sketches are passed out, so what a big deal, of course, it is safest to burn to ashes.

looked at the two small fish in his hand, and ordered them in the porcelain basin, which was originally a play that Xia Mo liked, but it was not really his own. Is this guy really so afraid that he has big ambitions? Want to be like a fish, free?

Stretch your waist, jump up and ask someone to boil water and bathe him in the yard, so anxious that the courtyard was busy for a while, and Xia Mo laughed in the back room, this old man really said that one is one out.

The days are getting better day by day, and every day the ladies on the concubine seat ask for a visit and set up a rule, and she doesn't have to do anything. Fortunately, the troubles that tortured her for seven days were finally over, and she no longer took a lot of people with her every day to live in fear.

It also ended the nightmare life of rough people in the small courtyard who had to prepare bath water for Fujin twice a day, of course, the bath water at night had to be prepared a lot, because the eighth master also had to take a bath.

Then when the very 'virtuous' Bafujin added some petals, goat milk, and medicinal herbs to the bath water, he would also let people add them to the eighth master. So now the eighth master seems to love bathing more than the eight blessings, and he refuses to come out when he soaks in the bucket. So the waiter had to keep heating the water for him, and life was really unbearable.

In the Qing Palace, the bride is a nine-day return door, called the "Guining Ceremony". Early in the morning, Xia Mo went to bid farewell to the queen mother, and after the concubine and the two serious mothers-in-law, she sat in a sedan chair and followed the eighth master's horse back to the door.

The eighth still does not change his arrogant nature, and he is afraid that people will not know along the way, Baylor has a lot of pomp, Baylor's honor guard and the eldest son of the county king, I fight two, stand melon two, lie melon two, and Gu Duo two. Red Luo pin Jin Rui grass umbrella one, I fight, standing melon, lying melon, bone Duoquan. Six people are introduced in the front, and six people are followed.

Xia Mo was very painful sitting in the sedan chair, in her opinion, the eighth child almost didn't write on the door of her head, I am Baylor! O nouveau riche! This is completely different from her low-key temperament, can't this be simpler? But I can only think about it hard, it's good to be arrogant, arrogant in this regard, it's much better than that corporal Lixian!

Of course, the return door is to return to the palace of the king, the two old ladies, the king of Anjun and his wife, Ming Shang and the three brothers Guixiang are waiting at the door. After saluting each other, who can actually eat at the table? But because they had to go back to the palace before noon, they had to put it on early.

The defense of men and women was already very strict at this time, and Xia Mo was carried to the inner house to talk about the private words of the girls. When a married girl is married, her family always has to ask what is a good topic, but the problem is that Xia Mo is more special, and there is nothing to ask.

Asking the eighth elder brother is good, generally refers to whether the matter is harmonious (sic), the problem is that she and the eighth brother did not share a room, what else do the two old ladies have to ask? Ask your in-laws if you're okay? This is also nonsense, people grew up in the palace, and the emperor and concubine have always been famous for loving her, what else do you say? Ask her if she is used to it in the palace? But the problem is that people stay in the palace longer than here......

can only keep instructing that being a daughter-in-law is different from being a daughter-in-law, and you must not be pampered and arrogant, and provoke your in-laws and concubines to dislike her.

And the eighth officially met the three Guixiang brothers outside, you must know that although Ming Shang is very useless, but his appearance is very good, think about the Yifei sisters, the ninth can know. As a playboy, Ming Shang has a good eye for women, Qigege is very beautiful, after marrying Qigege, he can be like his eyes and give birth to children, these women will not be too bad, so these good genetic factors are perfectly interpreted in these people.

The three of them were all dressed in civilian clothes, all of them were dressed in cyan robes, their backs were straight, their complexions were black and red, their scalps were brightly scraped, and red tassels were tied under their black and thick braids. The three of them stood in a row, wiped their sleeves together, and bowed down in unison, and it could be seen from the salute that their martial arts backgrounds were neat and uniform, and they looked very masculine.

Even Gui Xiang, who was so evaluated by Xia Mo, is also a very handsome young general in terms of the aesthetic vision of the old eight majors. Gui Xiang only looked older than his actual age, but it didn't affect his good looks. If the concubine sees it, I'm afraid that the heart of recruiting a son-in-law will be stronger. And the fifth and eleventh still have a little elegance, which looks very eye-catching. He sighed slightly in his heart, although he couldn't be born, he couldn't stop being handsome!

King Anjun was not that ignorant, so he took Ming Shang out to greet the guests, and left the four of his uncles and sons-in-law in the flower hall for tea.

The eighth thought about it and smiled, looking at the real Gui Xiang, "Mo'er has already mentioned the marriage of the eldest brother to Huang Amma, and before you want to travel, Huang Ama must have instructions." ”

"Meng Baye, Fu Jin is worried, and the slaves are afraid." Gui Xiang cautiously hugged his fist, his sister is now the prince Fujin, and he is the master, so he can only call himself a slave.

Although I have always heard that the eighth master loves Xia Mo the most, after all, none of them have ever had contact with this prince, they only know that he is just a prince who loves to paint. Xia Mo's meaning that day was very clear, Guo Luoluo's family didn't get involved in the royal family's bad things, just do their duty, the eighth elder brother left himself alone today, could it be that his thoughts were different from Mo'er? All three brothers became nervous. Chapter 118: Returning to Tranquility