Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 102

Cailan and Jinxiu have already received the order from Mrs. Tai, and they went out of the house together, and went back to the courtyard to pick up paintings.

Everyone in this room was still sitting and chatting, the north wind was raging outside the window, and the house was as warm as spring, but it was a rare comfort and leisure.

It didn't take long before Cailan and Jinxiu both turned around, each holding a painting of their own girl, and presented it in front of several elders in the hall.

Because Zhong Jingren was always friendly and talkative, Qin Yanzhao and the others were all close to him. Seeing Mrs. Tai was in a very good mood at this time, they all got up taking advantage of the situation and gathered around him to watch the painting together.

Zhong Jingren said a few words before opening the painting for a closer look.

The first painting he opened was Qin Yanwan's painting, which was a freehand painting of mountains and rivers, with green hills in the distance in the distance, and several peach blossoms nearby, and even better, under the peach blossom tree, there was a corner of a woman's belt hidden, although there were only a few The pen, however, makes people feel like when the peach blossoms bloom all over the mountain in spring, as if they are covered with thousands of clouds, and the clothes with a touch of light ink are like the poem "The peach blossoms are shining brightly" in the three hundred poems. The woman, one can't help but want to see this woman's graceful appearance.

Qin Yanzhao looked at it for a while with a face full of surprise, then stroked his palms and said, "Second Sister's painting is really wonderful. Is this painting of Taomujian?"

Qin Yanwan nodded and smiled slightly: "Second brother has good eyesight."

Qin Yanzhi also praised: "Second sister's painting is good, the mountains are far away and the trees are close, with a leisurely charm, it seems that the song "Peach Blossom Song" has been incorporated into the painting."

"Peach Blossom Song" is a long poem handed down from the former Qin Dynasty. It was written by Anonymous, and it is still very famous after being recited.Qin Yan used the poem as a metaphor for painting, implying that the painting is like poetry, which is a very high praise.

Qin Yanwan smiled lightly and said nothing, there was not much pride in her expression.

Zhong Jingren looked at the painting quietly, and after a long time, Fang smiled and gave Qin Yanwan a gentle look, and said approvingly: "Excellent. I don't think Er Niang has such a talent for painting."

Qin Yanwan hurriedly lowered her head and said modestly: "It's a good fortune not to have polluted Uncle Zhong's eyes." While speaking, a little joy flashed in those eyes.

Zhong Jingren is a person who really studied under a famous teacher and has outstanding painting skills, and his praise is much more important than Qin Yanzhao's praise.

Seeing her quiet speech and humble attitude, Zhong Jingren's eyes became more appreciative, and he watched carefully for a while before he rolled up the scroll, and then he held Qin Su's painting in his hand and slowly unfolded it.

In Dehui Hall, there was a sudden silence.

All the people viewing the painting, including Qin Yanpu, who was only eight years old, all opened their eyes wide by coincidence, and also had strange expressions by coincidence.

Qin Yanzhao's eyes were dazed, with a look of astonishment on his face; Qin Yanzhi's reaction was more direct, he coughed at the first glance, and quickly covered his mouth with his sleeves, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed; Qin Yanpu's face was on the contrary An old man, his fat face was tense, and a little uneasiness flashed across Wei's eyes.

Qin Su stood there expressionless, as if he didn't notice these gentlemen.

Her drawing skills were already poor, Qin Yan didn't laugh on the spot, it was already a shame.

A single painting can make all these people quiet at the same time, even the girls sitting next to them couldn't stay still.Qin Yanzhen bowed slightly to Mrs. Tai in the seat, then got up from the couch, walked to Zhong Jingren's side to watch the painting together, Qin Yantang also left the seat afterward.

Qin Su quietly lowered her eyes, waiting for Zhong Jingren's final judgment.

I don't know who chuckled, and then there was another low coughing sound.Although she never raised her head, she also knew that some sister must have seen her painting, so she reacted this way.

Qin Su waited for a long time, but she still did not wait for the judgment she expected. Zhong Jingren seemed to have disappeared, and did not make a sound for a long time.

She was slightly surprised, and raised her eyes to look in Zhong Jingren's direction.

Seeing this, she was even more surprised.

Zhong Jingren's complexion at this moment was unexpectedly serious, and his gentle eyes were firmly stuck to her painting. Looking at his expression, it seemed as if he could see something from her painting.

Qin Su was extremely surprised.

How could it be possible for Zhong Jingren to be so fascinated by her poor painting?
She stepped forward involuntarily, and glanced at the painting with her head.

That's right, this is indeed her painting, not Qin Yanwan's by mistake.

This painting was painted a few days ago, and it is the twilight lantern in the East Courtyard.

That day, he went to the dry well to inspect the terrain under the pretext of taking a scene, and then used this painting as a prevarication, mainly for the people behind A Gu.

Because the painting is perfunctory, it was only painted over a period of one or two hours, so the scenery in the painting is quite simple, it is just a curved corridor in the foreground, and there are dead trees and broken branches and a few lanterns outside the corridor, and the distant view is It is the sky that will never be dark.

Frankly speaking, even if she looked at it herself, she still felt that the painting was not even neat.Especially that piece of sky, she unconsciously painted the scene before her death, because Xiaozhong didn't dare to use color, so she only used light ink to paint a few deep and shallow strokes, and the few stars in the sky were also lacklustre. , the rigidity of the brushwork is clear at a glance.

However, Zhong Jingren's line of sight just stopped at those few strokes of the sky, and there was faint light dancing in the depth of his peaceful eyes.

"Is this drawn by...Liu Niang?" After a while, he seemed to have finally recovered from the shock, and asked Qin Su.

Looking at his peaceful eyes, Qin Su suddenly felt that there was some uncertainty in his heart.

What happened to the painting?Why did Zhong Jingren lose his composure?
For a moment, she was full of thoughts, but she nodded timidly on her face, "It was I who drew it. I didn't draw well, please forgive me, Uncle Zhong."

"It's really a child's talk." Mrs. Tai's voice sounded at the right time, her voice was quite pleasant, she looked at Zhong Jingren with a smile, and said slowly: "Liu Niang is still young, and she has stayed in Zhuangzi for many years. You have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting from scratch, so you can't compare them with Erniang, it must have made Uncle Zhong laugh."

In words, he attributed Zhong Jingren's abnormality to Qin Su's poor painting skills.

Zhong Jingren was slightly startled, but immediately understood, and smiled faintly.

Mrs. Tai is still an old problem, too heavy on concubines.

Qin Su is a concubine, and she is still an outsider girl. Mrs. Tai will never allow a concubine daughter to overshadow a concubine daughter.

This is especially true in Dehui Hall.

"Let me just say, why did I look at it for so long? It turned out to be because of my poor drawing skills." At this time, Lin said in a warm voice, glanced at Qin Su with a little reproach, and then frowned.

Zhong Jingren is a very clever person. He knows the elegant meaning when he hears the stringed songs. He immediately rolled up Qin Su's painting casually, stroked his beard and smiled warmly: "That's right. Compared with Er Niang, Liu Niang's painting skills are indeed unfamiliar. It has to be tempered well."

He only talked about the painting skills, but didn't mention the painting meaning.

However, there is a slight difference in the words that no one can hear.Only Qin Yanwan glanced at Zhong Jingren indiscriminately.

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