Chapter 230 Guanyin Scroll (2)

Because of the number of times they have come and gone, Xun Qingran and Jingyi Shi have unexpectedly become friends. Jingyi Shi likes Xun Qingran too much, and Xun Qingran is very appreciative of Jingyi Shi's light temperament, and he is very erudite, not only Buddhism, Jingyi Shitai is also quite researched in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. Therefore, sometimes Xun Qing came over, played a game of chess with Mrs. Jingyi, and listened to her lectures, which always benefited a lot. The two are now teachers and friends.

"Then bother." Xun Qingran got up and followed Jingyi Shitai to the back of the Dizang Nunnery.

Behind the Jizo-an, there is a courtyard surrounded by a pink and white wall. In the small courtyard, a bluestone road leads directly to the upper house, and there is no other furnishings in the patio, only two bushes of bamboo.

"This is the study of the poor nuns, and the poor nuns take care of it themselves." Jingyi Shitai said to Xun Qing.

Entering the room, Xun Qing looked around, only to see a long table of pear blossom wood in the center of the room, on the table are calligraphy and painting scrolls and the four treasures of the study, the bookshelf against the wall is full of books, the wall is also full of calligraphy and paintings, and there is a low couch against the west wall, on which only a simple bedding is placed. All the furnishings are dense and orderly, messy but not messy, and the study of the great Confucian who is full of poetry and books is nothing more than that.

"Mrs. Shi has a lot of books." Xun Qingran said with a smile.

Mrs. Jingyi asked Xun Qingran to sit down in front of the table, turned around, and opened the window.

Only then did Xun Qingran notice that there were two celadon flower pots on the small table near the window, and camellia flowers were planted in the pots. If just the camellia didn't surprise her so much, what surprised her was that it was already early autumn, and these two pots of camellia were in full bloom, each the size of a child's face. One pot is white petals, with red silk between them, which is to scratch the face of a beauty, and the other pot is red dan, red as fire.

"Mrs. Shi has such a famous product here." Xun Qingran couldn't help but praise.

"It was given by a previous benefactor." Jingyi Shi Taidao.

"I don't know what kind of magic the master has used to make the camellia bloom at this time?"

"There's no magic trick, it's just careful care, who knew that it could bloom at this time, maybe because of the local atmosphere." Jingyi Shi Taidao seems to be reluctant to say more.

Xun Qingran was inconvenient to ask more.

"Madame sat down for a while, and the poor nun went to fetch water to make tea. Some of the calligraphy and paintings here can also be seen, please feel free to do so, Mrs. Mrs. Jingyi said, carrying the kettle and going out.

Because he had seen the library at home when he was in Yingchuan's hometown, Xun Qingran looked at Mrs. Jingyi's collection at this time, and it was no longer over, so he picked up the calligraphy and paintings on the table and looked at them. Xun Qingran slowly checked and saw a sandalwood box, the pattern on it was a little mottled, but it was quite elegant, so he picked it up. When I opened the wooden box, there was a scroll inside. The other scrolls were scattered, but this one was treasured in a wooden box.

The rice paper on the scroll is slightly yellowish, showing that it has been around for some years. Xun Qingran thought about it, took out the scroll, and slowly opened it, the treasure was solemn, the auspicious clouds were curling, and the clothes were flying, but it was a picture of the four bodhisattvas driving the clouds.

The one at the front, dressed in white, is none other than Master Guanyin. Xun Qingran only felt that the corners of his eyes jumped slightly, and Guanyin smiled with his fingers twisted in the painting, and his bearing was like an empty valley orchid, but it was not the common appearance of Guanyin monks. If it weren't for the fact that the scroll was obviously of the wrong age, she would almost have thought that someone had painted Guanyin in her image.

Xun Qing dyed for a moment, then leaned down and carefully identified the seal on the painting. There are two seals on the painting, but they are blurry, not because of the age, but more like someone deliberately sharpened them, and it is impossible to distinguish the date of painting and the name of the painter.

"Ma'am?" Xun Qingran was in a daze, Jingyi Shitai came back from outside with water, and screamed, Xun Qingran came back to his senses.

"Mrs. Shi, can you tell me the origin of this painting, and who is the person in this painting?" Xun Qingran asked.

Master Jingyi looked at the painting, but she was not in a hurry to answer, but slowly dyed and cooked tea for Xun Qing.

Xun Qingran asked eagerly, and also felt a little out of shape. Since Mrs. Jingyi let her see the scroll, she would tell her the answer, she shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Thinking like this, Xun Qingran calmed down and sat down again, but couldn't help but look at Master Jingyi again.

Mrs. Jingyi is dressed in a monk's hat and speaks little, which makes people ignore Mrs. Jingyi's appearance. It's Xun Qingran, usually I only think that Jingyi's appearance belongs to the kind that is quite intriguing, now look carefully, although Jingyi Shitai is middle-aged, but her face is like jade, although she is solemn, but the charm between her eyebrows is also quite moving, it can be seen that she must be a stunning beauty when she is young.

Mrs. Jingyi didn't care about Xun Qingran's gaze, made tea and served it, seeing that Xun Qingran had no eagerness, she calmly tasted the fragrant tea, and nodded secretly.

"Madame thinks she has seen the payment on the painting, and the poor nun doesn't know who painted it." Jingyi Shitai said.

"Although the seal is vague, but with the master's attainments in calligraphy and painting, the two are compared, and you can't know who the painter is?" Xun Qingran saw that Master Jingyi was too open, and asked hurriedly.

Master Jingyi smiled, "Madame misunderstood, the poor nun said that he didn't know who the painter was, but the name of the painter was unknown, but he was just a painter." ”

Xun Qingran took the scroll and pointed it out to Mrs. Jingyi, "Mrs. Shi, although I don't dare to say that I know how to paint, but I can paint to this extent, don't say anything else, just talk about the use of color, this painter's attainments will not be a nameless person." ”

Master Jingyi sighed softly, "You can't generalize. Throughout the world, many of them do not live up to their names, and naturally there are some who are drowned in obscurity. ”

"Mrs. Shi let me see this scroll, why didn't I tell the truth?" Xun Qingran asked.

Master Jingyi was silent for a long time before he said, "Poor Ni really doesn't know the name of the person who painted. ”

"Then the Guanyin Bodhisattva in this painting, but what is the origin, could it be that it was painted according to someone, and the master knows who that person is?" Xun Qing asked, pointing to Guanyin in the painting.

"This poor nun knows a little, but it's just a rumor, and it's not enough to be believed."

"My wife and I are just chatting, my wife should talk about the ancients, and I will listen to it as gossip." Xun Qing said.

"Madame guessed correctly, but this Guanyin is painted according to a real person." Jingyi Shitai took a sip of fragrant tea, and then said slowly.

There is a family surnamed Yan in this dynasty, it is said that he is the descendant of the scholar Yan Zhenqing, not only the family is rich, but also quite famous, and there are three cabinet scholars in the past four generations.

"There was a head of the Yan family in the previous generations, who liked to stop and sit in love with the maple forest late, and the frost leaves were red in February, so he specially built a garden and planted maple trees all over. Ten years, a hundred years, several generations of noble, maple trees. Who would have thought that it would be wiped out overnight, and things and people would be different. Mrs. Jingyi's tone was full of melancholy.

"What happened?" Xun Qingran asked cautiously.

"More than 20 years ago, the head of the Yan family passed down to that generation of calligraphy and painting, but he was lazy in his career, but he traveled widely, and he liked to love the mountains and rivers. He went out in turn, brought back a young painter, and stayed at home, saying that he invited to engrave New Year's paintings, but treated them like guests, and the moment of this year's painting, it was engraved at the end of the year and the second year. ”

When Mrs. Jingyi said this, she stopped again, staring into the distance, and there was a deep silence in her eyes, but it seemed that she was rolling in the stormy waves.

Xun Qingran did not urge, just waited quietly.

After a long time, Master Jingyi spoke again, "The next thing is unexpected, but it is also reasonable. ……”

The head of the family has a daughter in the prime of her life, not only beautiful, but also a talented woman, the painter fell in love at first sight, and since then there has been nothing else under the brush, all of them are her. The master of the house was furious and drove the painter out. Who knew that in a blink of an eye, a catastrophe would come, and the head of the family was taken to prison for treason, the family property was confiscated, and the whole family was also arrested and imprisoned.

"What happened then?" Xun Qingran asked.

"The head of the house was given death, and most of the people died. The rest were all sent to the border as slaves. ”

The world was turned upside down, the family was ruined, but it was all said in a few words, but it took about half an hour, the heavy ...... of this, Xun Qingran glanced at Mrs. Jingyi, and asked, "What happened to the girl?" ”

“…… On the day of the raid, she ...... I just lost my temper and went out secretly, but I avoided the disaster, and after that, I don't know what happened. ”

"How did this painting fall into the hands of Mrs. Shi?"

"Madame knew that the poor nun was a forgiven sinner. This painting was given to the poor nun by a companion on his deathbed when he was still a sinner. The story that the poor nun just told came from her mouth. ”

Xun Qingran was speechless, and only after a while did he ask, "Who is the companion that Mrs. Shi said?" ”

"They're cousins." Jingyi Shi Taidao.

"Can Mrs. Shi tell me the woman's name?" Xun Qingran asked.

It seems that the small word is called Qingqing. It's been so long that the poor nun can't remember. Jingyi Shi Taidao, a little tired between his eyebrows.

Xun Qingran carefully rolled up the scroll and put it away in the wooden box. She didn't ask for it, not even to borrow it and look at it again. Because, the corners of the scroll are worn out, and it is obvious that some people often open it to watch, and on the scroll, Manjushri Bodhisattva, who is following Guanyin, if he goes to the childishness between his eyebrows, and after more than 20 years, it is clear that he is the appearance of this Jingyi Shitai next to him.

Xun Qingran stood up and said goodbye, "I've been bothering Mrs. Shi for a long time today." ”

Mrs. Jingyi also got up and sent Xun Qingran to the door.

"Madame, please forgive the poor Ni for being reckless. A few days ago, Mrs. instructed the poor nunnery to give the Lingtang a practice dojo, but she forgot to give the honor. ”

The family members of these officials in Pingxi Town, with their backgrounds, are actually no secrets, but they can't find out what she Xun Qingran doesn't know.

"Mrs. Shi only wrote Zhao's, and the rest is ashamed."

is a very common surname, and it is the only one left by Xun Qingran's biological mother of her sister and brother. As for her name and origin, no one in Xunfu has ever mentioned it. No, someone mentioned that it was Mama Zhou, and she once said that the biological mother of the two was "only bought for a few taels of silver".

"The surname is Zhao, and there is no name." Master Jingyi muttered to himself in a low voice, the expression on his face was very complicated, it seemed to be disappointed, and it seemed like something else.

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