The palace is quiet, and the empress of the cold palace is acting as a demon

Chapter 129 Portrait
On the second day, when the personal maid, Clover, combed Qin Wan's hair, she said, "Princess, Eunuch Li came early this morning to send a message that a painter came to the palace to paint your portrait today. What kind of hairstyle do you think I should give you?"

"Paint a portrait?" Qin Wan looked back at Clover and asked in confusion, "Why do you want to paint a portrait of me?"

Clover shook her head and said, "I don't know either."

Qin Wan has never been painted before, so he didn't think much about it because he thought it was novel and interesting.

Qin Wan asked Alfalfa to casually tie her hair into a bun like that of an ordinary girl in Pakistan, without any jewelry other than ribbons.Because there were all purple dresses in the closet, she picked out a comfortable one and put it on. The makeup on her face was light and simple, not covering her true appearance.

When Qin Wan packed up and came to the yard, the painter was already waiting.

Qin Wan felt that since she wanted to take a portrait, she naturally had to find a comfortable place to sit, so she asked the internal officer to move Ruan Tiao to the place in the courtyard where the hydrangeas bloomed the most.

She was sitting on the soft couch, holding a copy of "Xianxia Sword Art" found in the library to pass the boring time, with the dappled sunlight under the shade of the trees above her head, and the warm breeze in her ears.

The painter started to paint, and Qin Wan flipped through the book and looked at it.

After a while, she got up to see how the artist was painting.

But as soon as she took a look, she became angry: "Oh, I don't have such a sharp face, such big eyes, why don't I look like that at all. Master, you don't need to bring your own beauty function, you can draw whatever I look like. ?"

The painter is in a dilemma: "But the princess, the queen has an order to let the minister paint you more beautifully."

"No, no, it's not me at all if you paint like this." Qin Wan frowned, and carefully looked at the semi-finished product of the artist's hand. It was a proper public beauty face, beautiful but beautiful, but it seemed to be a stereotyped copy Paste, "Clover, help me find a few more painters, I want to pick the one with the best paintings."

An hour later, all famous painters in Jiangcheng were called to the palace. Qin Wan counted them, and there were almost 20 of them.

"Clover, I asked you to find a few more, but you've found too many." Qin Wan was a little embarrassed. At this moment, she felt like a model in an academy of fine arts, and she completely lost the dignity of being portrayed.

Clover scratched her head: "Princess, I just sent a message to Eunuch Li of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he was the one who found it."

Qin Wan sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, let them draw and see who can draw better."

So, Qin Wan sat back limp and sat naturally, eating some fruit for a while, and turning around for a while.

The painters began to color and paint. Everyone was guessing what Qin Wan was thinking, and they all showed their highest level, hoping that they could draw a work that would satisfy the princess the most.

Half a day later, all the painters began to close their pens and stop working.

Qin Wan stood up and stretched, and began to look at the past one by one.

Most of the painters painted her sitting upright with a dignified posture.But Qin Wan thinks that her posture just now is so casual that she can't be more casual. She never sat upright like they painted for a moment. Such unrealistic paintings were completely rejected by her.

Most of the remaining paintings have beautified her a lot, and she rejected them all.

In the end, there was a part that was painted realistically, but it was too ugly, so she rejected it again.

There was only one young man in common clothes who was still painting carefully after all the painters stopped.

Qin Wan walked behind him, but he didn't notice either.

The main body of this picture of the commoner boy has basically been completed, and he is now sketching the details of the flowers.

Qin Wan was pleasantly surprised to find that the Qin Wan in the painting, no matter in hair color, eye color, face shape or facial features, was exactly the same as her real person, and the details were also drawn extremely delicately. Recognized as her true self.

After the whole painting was finished, the commoner boy put away his pen and looked up, and now he was the only one left among the twenty or so painters in the yard.

When he turned around, he saw Qin Wan standing behind him, and hurriedly bowed to salute: "Your Highness the Princess."

Qin Wan smiled: "You draw the most carefully and best. I like your look. What's your name?"

The boy in common clothes replied: "The name of the grassroots is Qi Song."

"Besides painting portraits, do you know anything else?" Qin Wan asked.

Qi Song nodded and said: "Basically, he can paint landscapes, flowers and birds."

Qin Wan asked: "Then do you know how to draw maps, defense maps, and military formations?"

Qi Song was stunned for a moment, looked up at Qin Wan, then nodded, "Yes."

Qin Wan said with satisfaction: "That's great. Now go home after you receive the reward, and draw me a map of Jiangcheng as soon as possible. If you draw well, I will recommend you as a court painter."

"Thank you, princess." Qi Song bowed happily, left the portrait he drew for Qin Wan, and retreated.

At this time, King Ba later came to the courtyard.

"Good evening, how is the portrait?" asked the Queen.

Qin Wan pointed to Qi Song's painting and said, "It's finished."

"Oh, it does look alike, but it's not pretty enough." The queen said dissatisfied.

Qin Wan didn't take it seriously: "Since it's a portrait, it must be painted like it."

The queen couldn't hold her back, so she could only let the maid take the portrait with some worry.

Qin Wan asked, "Queen, what do you want to do with this portrait?"

The queen smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just took it out to look at when I miss you. When you grow up, the queen mother can use these portraits to remind you of your childhood."

Qin Wan felt that it was reasonable, so she stretched her waist, took the leave and went to rest.

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Ten days later, Rong Kingdom, Hancheng, and Prince Ning's Mansion.

"Your Highness, the Ba Kingdom sent the letter of credence, and wants to make peace with our Rong Kingdom." Zhang Chenghe, the chief in charge of foreign affairs, held the letter of credence and a picture scroll in both hands, standing tremblingly in front of Ning Yi's desk, nervous reported.

Ning Yi had a cold face, no expression, and no answer.

Bai Zixian next to him stepped forward to take the national book and picture scroll in Da Xingling's hand, and asked without even looking at it: "I remember that the king of Ba has only one daughter, who is not very old, why are they willing to send her to Beijing?" Rong and relatives?"

Zhang Chenghe said: "In recent years, Pakistan's national power has been declining day by day. I'm afraid they want to join us in order to protect themselves."

Bai Zixian nodded: "They want to marry the little princess of Naba Kingdom to His Majesty as a concubine?"

Zhang Chenghe glanced secretly at Ning Yi behind the desk, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and said, "Ba Guo... Ba Guo Guo's book says... wants to marry Princess Ba to...His Royal Highness King Ning ..."

When Ning Yi heard this, his entire face changed color. His eyes fell on Zhang Chenghe like a scimitar, and Zhang Chenghe was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.

"Weichen...Weichen also thinks that the little country is wishful thinking...Weichen will write back and refuse this matter." After speaking, Zhang Chenghe kowtowed and retreated tremblingly.

Bai Zixian looked at Ning Yi, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Ever since Ning Yi returned to Hancheng from Baishan Gate, Bai Zixian has not seen him go back to sleep in the bedroom.

He buried himself in countless memorials and military newspapers, forcing himself not to think about Qin Wan.

But Qin Wan's appearance was like water or air, it penetrated into Ning Yi's thoughts everywhere, and even a word "late" in the memorial would plunge him into endless remorse.

In the entire palace, and even the entire court, everyone was tense, everyone was afraid of saying a wrong word in front of him, or writing a wrong sentence in the memorial.During this period of time, there were not thirty or twenty ministers who were punished just for minor mistakes, and each of them was hit by a board and almost lost half of his life.

At this time, he dared to send the letter of credence to ask for a marriage, and he also designated the marriage partner as His Highness King Ning. Bai Zixian felt that the king of Ba Kingdom was simply tempting wildly on the verge of subjugation.

Bai Zixian was about to throw away the Chinese book and picture scroll as waste, but when he was about to throw them away, he looked at the picture scroll and suddenly became curious.

The only princess of the Ba Kingdom, how beautiful is it that the King of the Ba Kingdom is so confident in sending the picture scroll?
Bai Zixian put the national book aside, and slowly unfolded the scroll with both hands.

Comparing with the lavender hydrangeas in the painting, a not-so-beautiful girl appears vividly in front of Bai Zixian.

Seeing the portrait, Bai Zixian was stunned, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In the next second, he rushed to Ning Yi with a scroll in his hand: "Your Highness! You must take a look at this portrait of Princess Ba!"

(End of this chapter)