Concubine Wen Xi who traveled through time

Wen Xi lives in the Qingfengchi Pavilion which is the closest to Kangxi. It is built next to Qingchi. The rockery stacked with Taihu Lake stones in the courtyard is quite strange and steep.Three tall and straight Podocarpus pines are planted on the side of the rockery. The branches are strong, the style is simple and elegant, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the green is dense, which adds a lot of vitality in winter.The corridors of the Quyuan in Qingfengchi Pavilion are exquisitely painted with vivid figures and flowers.

In the inner room, there are many narcissus cultivated in small glazed basins, which is much more elegant than burning incense.

Arriving at the palace, Wen Xi remembered the beauties presented by the local officials, and Qingsha replied: "Master, they are all placed in the Songfeng Pavilion and Xuelan Garden in the westernmost corner, and the emperor has an order that they are not allowed to move around at will! "

Wen Xi groaned, and said, "Is there a painter in this palace?"

Qingsha smiled and said: "Of course there are, and there are many more! I heard that there is a Western painter named An!"

"Surname An?" Wen Xi raised her eyebrows.

"Isn't it, Angelo!"

In the whole courtyard, the Yunwei Immortal Pavilion has the best scenery. The places beside it are unavoidably bleak in winter, but the tiger-hoofed plums here are already blooming with yellow clouds, and the cold fragrance is refreshing.It's a pity that this place is far away, located in the northeast corner of the palace, and usually no one will come here.But Wen Xi came, summoned the Western painter, summoned all the beauties offered by local officials, and invited De Concubine, Concubine Fu, Ping Guiren, Cao Guiren, and Guerjia Nobles to come and admire them.Naturally, what I appreciate is not the tiger-hoofed plum, but the beauty.

Wen Xi came by car.Youyouran admired the scenery along the way, and chatted with Concubine De about the days along the way.The lucky concubine Tumen Baoyin, the nobleman Hesheli Lingyi, the nobleman Cao, and the nobleman Guar Jiayanrong had no choice but to come. It took some time, although they came late, they were all there.On the contrary, those gorgeous beauties who were exhausted were panting coquettishly, panting slightly, and dripping sweat on their foreheads.Her delicate body was weak, and she was already utterly exhausted.Wen Xi took a glance, and found that [-]% of them were women with small feet, all of them were charming and soft, weak and slender.Wen Xi just said that a painter was passed on to paint for them.These paintings were to be presented to the emperor, and they all came here one by one, even earlier than Wen Xi.

"Greetings to the imperial concubine, the imperial concubine and the empress are blessed and safe!" They were not in a row, and they all knelt down, their voices so soft that they could be boring to death.Only now did Wen Xi know why Erniang Shu Shujue Luo Shi hated girls with little feet so much.Even if there are only one or two such women next to their husbands, they look so delicate.Naturally charming, everyone would be angry, right?

Wen Xi smiled all over her face and called them up.Surrounded by hundreds of beauties, it should be painted and collected.Because Wenxi was coming, Yunwei Xianguan was warmed up with charcoal fire early on. The main hall was covered with snow, and the doors and windows were carved with the patterns of "Wanzi brocade bottom" and "Five Blessings Holding Shou" with high-quality nanmu.The dougong and beams under the eaves are decorated with Su-style color paintings, and the glazed square bricks with plum patterns are paved in the Ming Dynasty.The east and west are separated by a gourd floor-to-ceiling cover and a floor-to-ceiling cover with grape-wrapped branches.There is a stage in the inner courtyard of the hall, facing the main hall, the Snow Phi Hall. It is a pavilion with yellow glazed tiles, double eaves and pointed roofs at the four corners. It is the largest stage in the palace.

Entering the main hall, Wen Xi sat on the throne in front of the carved red sandalwood screen inlaid with mountains, rivers and clouds.

On the incense table with cloud and goose pattern beside Wenxi, there is a gold-plated copper incense burner with a sparrow holding a young fish in its mouth. This incense burner is unusual in shape. Only Xiaofeng, the whole body is graceful and luxurious, and the mist-like mint fragrance slowly oozes out, making the room pleasantly scented.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "It's such an elegant place."

Concubine De followed, "It's just that the place is a bit far away. I heard that there is a good Kunqu opera troupe in the palace, why don't you listen to a few pieces?"

Wen Xi smiled: "Concubine De likes it, just pass it on, anyway, the two are the same!"

Fortunately, Pixue Hall is big enough to accommodate hundreds of beauties.Today, it was reported that four painters from the palace came, and among them, the Western painter "An Qiluo" was the most conspicuous. As expected, he was a beautiful blond and blue-eyed Western man, but he did not meet the aesthetic vision of the Qing people and regarded him as a "Weird".The other three painters are all old painters, followed by the painters carrying brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, paints and other things.

Wen Xi said: "Set up tables and chairs for a few painters, and they won't be able to finish painting in a while."

The one-style nanmu ruyi pattern book table and chairs, the four painters thanked each other and took their seats, and the nuns led these beauties to line up, waiting for the painters to paint one by one.However, there was a long line of people in front of the desks of the three old painters, but there was no one in front of the young Western painter.It's no wonder that if you have countless years of experience, it is difficult to paint fine brushwork like the person you are.

"Isn't An Qiluo the painter?" Wen Xi said leisurely, holding an enamel burner with a lotus-wrapped branch pattern in his hand, "Since you're free, let's make a painting for this palace."

As soon as the words came out, An Qiluo immediately became happy, and the other three old painters all showed envy and jealousy.Painter An's speaking was not fluent in Chinese with an Italian accent: "Imperial Concubine, An Qiluo's painter will definitely satisfy you!"

Wen Xi said: "I heard that Western paintings can be painted exactly like real people, just like looking at a bronze mirror. Unfortunately, there is no Western painter in the palace." Half of Wen Xi's visit today is aimed at this Western painter Well, foreigners never know how to be modest, but since they dare to boast that they can satisfy Wen Xi, it must be because of their extraordinary painters.

This An Qiluo also carried a small charcoal stove with him, and he fired the charcoal stove without any haste. The pots of paint were placed around the charcoal stove, and they were baked to prevent the paint from congealing.

Fu Bin couldn't help but said: "This painter looks weird, can he draw good-looking portraits?"

Guiren Ping also pouted and said, "That's right, he looks like a goblin!"

Wen Xi couldn't help bursting out laughing, the painter An was used to the tone and words of being pointed at, and lowered his head to seriously adjust the color.Wen Xi said: "You just need to draw well, as long as you draw well, I will recommend you to the emperor!"

Angelo couldn't hide his surprise when he heard this, and hastily drew a sign of the cross on his chest: "Your Majesty, benevolent princess, God bless you!"

Wen Xi pursed her lips and remained silent, so she was still a devout Christian!

Concubine De showed doubts on her face: "What is this God?"

When Angelo heard someone ask him about the God he believed in, he immediately showed an extremely devout expression, and emphasized with his peculiar eccentricity: "God is unique, omnipotent, and supreme God! God created everything, and God used five days Time created everything in the world, man was created on the sixth day, and a rest day was established on the seventh day! He is the only god who is omnipresent!"

Concubine De couldn't help showing sullen anger, and reprimanded sharply: "It's ridiculous!"

The lucky concubine is a believer in Buddhism, and she has an angry look on her face: "Young concubine, such a wicked and sycophantic person, must not stay in the palace any longer! It's time to return to the emperor and expel him from the palace as soon as possible!"

An Qiluo said anxiously: "Your Highnesses, God is a real God!"

"Okay!" Wen Xi couldn't help but stop her loudly, "Stop arguing, I'm here to paint today, don't need to mention anything else! Painter An, if you want to stay and paint, don't talk about God! "Although Wen Xi respects faith in his heart, he doesn't have a good impression of the Holy See in Europe. Today's Christianity is not a purely religious organization like later generations. On the European continent, the power of the Holy See overrides the royal power of all countries. It is a completely exploitative organization!

Angelo was unwilling. Although he still wanted to continue talking, he was even more afraid of being deported and unable to continue spreading the glory of God.So he bowed his head and continued to paint.

Several other old painters had finished drawing portraits one by one and piled them up on the desk, but An Qiluo only guarded one scroll, looked up at Wen Xi from time to time, and continued to paint with his head down.Wen Xi knew that to paint an oil painting well, it would take several days.On the stage outside the hall, the actors babbled and babbled, Wen Xi felt drowsy, and pointed to his chin with one hand, eyes half closed.

Mr. Ping was holding a hand stove in his hand, watching the play with relish, and suddenly said: "Isn't that goblin-like painter finished yet? Your concubine, let someone else paint."

Wen Xi said leisurely, "No hurry." Then she looked up at Guar Jiayan beside Pinggui, since she entered the palace, she rarely interacted with Wen Xi, and even when they met, they seldom talked. Today, she was sitting upright on the chair, not even going to watch the Kunqu Opera that was said to be sung very well, and even looked sad, Wen Xi asked, "Your Majesty Guerjia, why don't you like listening to Kunqu Opera?" ?"

Guar Jiayan smiled hastily, and couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes and said: "The concubine doesn't like "The Story of the Purple Hairpin"."

"Oh?" Wen Xi was puzzled. This "The Story of the Purple Hairpin" is a masterpiece of Ming Dynasty opera master Tang Xianzu. People like her who don't like opera just don't like to listen to it. Doesn't she like it too? "The Story of the Purple Hairpin" originated from the "Biography of Huo Xiaoyu" in the Tang Dynasty. It tells the story of the talented Li Yi and Huo Xiaoyu. ?

At this time, Ping Gui was disdainful, and said contemptuously: "Although this play is sung well, it is too shameless for Huo Xiaoyu to make a private decision for life!"

As soon as the words came out, Guar Jiayan immediately turned pale, biting his thin lips, tears were about to flow from his eyes.

It was only then that Wen Xi realized that Guar Jiayanrong's biological mother was a concubine, and although she was raised under the royal family's knees, everyone thought she was just a concubine!Could it be that she was watching this play and felt something?

Ping nobleman Hesheli couldn't help being puzzled, and said softly: "Sister Guerjia, although this parting of Baqiao is emotional, there is no need to cry!" (To be continued. If you like this work, You are welcome to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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