Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 1 Painter Jing Chun
Yanguo, the tenth year of the apocalypse, the capital city.

At the end of winter and early spring, there were a few muffled thunders and a sudden breeze. The blue-grey tree trunks on the wall trembled with the branches that had just sprouted, and a neon red shadow stepped through the multi-layered mottled light and shadow.

The earth accepted Yun Jin's tears.

wrinkled...

Jing Chun quickened his pace and took out a diagonal book bag from his waist to cover the top of his head. There was a slight smell of dust under the light blue sky.

Jing Chun was worried that the contents of the book bag would not be damaged by the rain, so she put the book bag on her chest and ran all the way to the back door of Liang's house.

A maid ran up to him holding an umbrella, shielding the other half of Jing Chun from the slanting rain, "But the female painter from Jingzhao Mansion? Her name is Jing..."

"Jing Chun." Her body was as thin as the wings of a butterfly kite, and there seemed to be no warm breath. Jing Chun's pale lips whispered back: "I'm Jing Chun."

"Yes," the maid nodded and replied, "Master Song and my master are already waiting in front of the porch. Painter Jing, please come with me."

Jing Chun wiped the rain off his body, took the book bag in his arms again, and followed the maid's footsteps.

Passing through the corridor, he saw Jingzhao Yin Song Yiwen of Jingzhao Mansion and Mr. Liang standing on the courtyard corridor, pacing.

Seeing Jing Chun, Song Yiwen's worried eyes became clearer and he said, "Well worker, you're finally here."

Miss Liang's innocence was ruined by a flower picker last night. This matter was already a scandal that should not be publicized. Besides, Miss Liang was still engaged, so Liang's family could only report the matter secretly. The less people knew about it, the better.

Mr. Liang's eyes were heavy and dry, and his gray hair stood out in the gloomy light. He walked slowly in front of Jing Chun, "My family is unfortunate, so I asked Miss Jing to come over, but I really don't want to see any men." As a guest, we can only trouble the well painter."

"I'm doing my job, Mr. Liang, don't worry."

After a few polite words, Song Yiwen took Jing Chun to Miss Liang's boudoir. Seeing that there was no one around, he pulled Jing Chun aside, "This Liang family is a merchant selling grain in the capital. From now on, the government and the He has dealt with many places, no matter what, we must draw the appearance of the flower picker and close the case as soon as possible."

Song Yiwen is Jing Zhaoyin who just took office this year. He is over forty years old, and his official career has been bumpy all the way to Jing Zhaoyin's current position. Naturally, he doesn't want his official career to be ruined by a flower picker.

Jing Chun's eyebrows darkened. This kind of case was not unusual. The only difficulty was the victim's psychological barrier.

The key is that Miss Liang can have a heart-to-heart talk with Jing Chun.

"Sir, have everyone in the house asked?"

"I've asked them all, but no one has seen the appearance of that gangster. Logically speaking, this Liang Mansion is not a place with lax rules. How could such a mistake happen?"

"Could it be..."

"It would be better if it were really Miss Liang's hallucination," Song Yiwen sighed and lowered his voice, "But when the maid opened the door this morning, she did see Miss Liang lying on the bed in a mess, with a wound on her neck. There are several marks, even Luo Hong has them..."

Jing Chun had already made up the picture in his mind.

Before reaching Liang Lingshu's boudoir, she could hear bursts of crying and howling.

"Miss Liang hasn't left the boudoir all day?"

Song Yiwen shook his head and rubbed his eyebrows, "Ms. Liang didn't want to leave the room. Capt. Li didn't even have a chance to search, and he couldn't blast the person out, so he could only wait for the maid to bring some things out and let them go. search."

Sure enough, many maidservants stood inside and outside the boudoir, came in with the new quilt, and went out with the old quilt, saying that Ms. Liang didn't want to see these things again, and everything on the bed last night would be destroyed.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, and the pungent thick smoke billowed in, choking Jing Chun so much that he couldn't open his eyes, what the servant girl burned was the redness left on the bed sheet yesterday, even in the rainy weather, she lit the fire three times, Fortunately, Catcher Li stopped them, so all the things had to be destroyed.

The maid led him all the way to the door of the boudoir, stood outside the door, and said cautiously: "Miss, madam, the painter is here. He is the well painter of Jingzhao Mansion, and he is a female guest..."

A hoarse voice said: "Please come in..."

Liang Lingshu was now afraid of seeing the male guest, Song Yiwen stood outside the door knowingly, called a few small officials to search among the old quilts to see if there were any clues.

In the boudoir, light soothing incense was burning, and all pear wood furniture was arranged in order. When the curtains were opened, the things on the bed had been emptied.

The screen was opened little by little, and there was a woman sitting on the couch. She was wearing a plain white shirt, and the quilt covered her upper body. Her black hair fell on her chest. She didn't apply makeup, and her face was completely pale, but her eyebrows were glowing. Red, slightly delicate.

It seemed that he had been crying for a long time.

Sitting next to her was Mrs. Liang, who looked a little rich, crying and wiping her tears constantly.

Seeing that Jing Chun had already saluted, Liang Lingshu nodded in tears and responded in a slightly hoarse voice: "Mom, please go out first. Don't be sad again..."

"Shu'er, you are from a daughter's family. How can you still get married if your reputation is ruined? How can you get married if you were originally engaged..."

Liang Lingshu didn't answer either, she just tried to persuade her a few times and ordered the two maids to order, before Mrs. Liang walked out of the boudoir with the help of her.

The boudoir was a little damp, and the water stains inside and outside looked particularly mixed. Compared with the white boudoir, Jing Chun wore a linen dress with narrow sleeves and a cross-collar. Her hair was tied up with a dark blue hairband, and her braid hung down on her left shoulder. This outfit seems out of place.

Liang Lingshu didn't seem to mind this, and asked Huan'er, the maid next to her, to hand over a chair, "Well Painter, sit down."

"No, I'll just stand." After saying that, Jing Chun stood by the desk. Under the gaze of the two people, Jing Chun's book bag opened, and there were seven clean brushes of different thicknesses placed in the brush roll. Five charcoal pencils, three charcoal sticks for women to draw eyebrows, an inkstone, and a roll of rice paper.

Probably seeing Jing Chun's pale lips, Liang Lingshu turned to the maid beside her and said, "Bring in a brazier."

Soon, the servant girl placed a brazier beside Jing Chun, the neon charcoal fire spread warmth, Jing Chun looked at Liang Lingshu with some surprise, "Thank you."

"Well painter...what do you want to ask?"

Jing Chun could hear the worries in Liang Lingshu's heart, pointed at the world, and said: "Miss Liang, don't worry, the boudoir is secret, private matters are only known to you and me, if a third person knows, then they can cut my tongue .”

Liang Lingshu lowered her eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

"Does Miss Liang have any difficulties?"

Liang Lingshu's eyes sparkled with tears and she shook her head, "No."

"Huan'er, please go out..."

Jing Chun just spread the canvas and looked at the door and window again. After confirming that no one was there, he spoke, "Miss Liang, do you still remember that person's appearance?"

Liang Lingshu pursed her lips and said, "You can still see it by the candlelight."

Jing Chun frowned slightly, "Candlelight? Isn't Miss Liang used to extinguishing candles when she sleeps?"

"Yes, I've had nightmares these past few days, and the lights in the room have been on all night."

Jing Chun's eyes darkened, but he raised his eyebrows again, and asked, "Is it because of the people in the house that I know Miss's habits?"

Liang Lingshu shook her head, lowered her eyes and said: "No, I have never seen him before. He doesn't look like a rough man like a workman. His face is handsome, but not thin. His eyes... his eyes are red and phoenix eyes. Sword eyebrows and a high bridge of nose.”

Jing Chun listened, with the paintbrush in his hand accompanying the rhythm of Liang Lingshu's dictation, he used the charcoal pencil in his hand to describe the appearance of that person.

"What about age?"

"It's already reached the crown."

Hearing this, Jing Chunxiang's hands paused, and he had a guess in his heart, but he continued to ask, "Where's the lips?"

"The lips are a little drooping, and they are pursed."

……

After some inquiries, Jing Chun showed the painting to Liang Lingshu. Liang Lingshu shook it and said, "It's three-thirds like, the eyes need to be bigger, the eye sockets should be deeper, and the face needs to be rounder..."

It is rare to be able to draw the usual appearance of ordinary people from other people's mouths, and it is rare to be able to draw a three-point similarity in the first drawing.

Jing Chun kept silent, took another piece of rice paper and started drawing again, using the willow charcoal stick in his hand to draw, without any haste to keep up with the pace.

The willow charcoal strips in Jing Chun's hands progress from shallow to deep, straight lines, short lines, shadows...

　Hey guys, I’m here with my new book!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)