Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 105

Zhong Jingren withdrew his gaze from the Fu Fen plant, focused on Zhong, and asked seriously: "Ah Yuan, in your opinion, what kind of person is Liu Niang?"

Zhong was taken aback by his question, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.

Zhong Jingren let go of the curtain, looked at a clay pot on the table with his hands behind his back, and said thoughtfully, "I always feel that Liu Niang seems to be a little..." He frowned, as if he was considering his words, After a while, Fang said: "...it seems a little... different, you probably haven't noticed, she once peeked at me from the seat, and that look is quite evocative."

Zhong Shi frowned immediately when she heard the words, and said in a deep voice: "It's really ridiculous, relying on the last time I spoke in front of Aunt Taijun, I am getting more and more courageous." Quite disapproving.

"Oh? She was able to speak in front of Mrs. Tai?" Zhong Jingren seemed to be interested, and asked: "How did she speak? Why have you never mentioned it to me?"

Zhong flicked his sleeves, feeling a little uncomfortable on his face, his expression faded, and in a few words he told about Qin Su's generous speech in Dehui Hall, and said lightly: "...Look at For the sake of her ignorance and savagery, she helped me in a crooked way, so I didn't bother with her about this matter. But I didn't think she would dare to peep at you. It turned out that she was a traitor and a traitor, but I underestimated her. "

"What kind of loyal and treacherous girl, my little sister's words are too much." Zhong Jingren couldn't laugh or cry, but his eyes softened when he looked at Zhong Shi, with a bit of pampering, "You have been like this since you were a child, and you always like to make things worse I think. I think Liu Niang may not have any evil in her heart, especially when looking at her paintings."

"Painting?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong raised his head in surprise, as if he didn't understand Zhong Jingren's words at all, and looked at him with wide eyes: "Liu Niang's clumsy painting actually has a painting?"

She also poked her head over the painting, and it was really too much to look at. Instead of calling it a painting, it might as well be regarded as a child's graffiti.Where does this painting come from?
Zhong Jingren nodded solemnly, stroking his short beard with his hand, and said in a deep thought: "Her paintings are indeed not good, but the meaning in the paintings is very different, Er Niang is not as good as her."

Zhong Shi was so surprised that he even opened his mouth: "It's so?"

Zhong Jingren nodded again, and thoughtfully said: "If you only look at the painting, I would think it was written by an old man with vicissitudes of life, and Liu Niang is only more than ten years old. It is so subtle that it is really hard to describe it in words."

Seeing that he spoke solemnly, Zhong could hardly hide his astonishment, and after a short pause, he asked: "Eldest Brother... Seriously?"

Zhong Jingren flicked his sleeves, and said displeasedly: "When did you see me making fun of paintings?"

"I didn't mean that." Zhong quickly denied it with a smile, with a slightly apologetic expression: "I just can't believe it."

Seeing that she was busy explaining, Zhong Jingren really felt sorry for his little sister, so he slowed down his voice and said, "When Liu Niang was watching me before, her eyes were sharp and restrained, and when I looked back, she was so indifferent. It’s cute and cowardly. I had doubts in my heart, so I proposed to look at the painting. You must know that the painting is like a person, no matter how much a person conceals his heart, the painting under the pen cannot deceive people.”

Mrs. Zhong knew Zhong Jingren's ability very well, and she was convinced by his statement, so she asked at this moment: "Since this is the case, how can you know Liu Niang's heart and mind by seeing people through paintings?"

Zhong Jingren stroked his short beard again, pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "From the strength of the brush, it is persevering and cold; from the artistic conception, there is no life." Thoughtful, he added another word: "Weird."

After saying this word, Zhong Jingren was in a daze again, and didn't speak for a while.Zhong Shi was also speechless.

It had been a long time since she had seen her eldest brother make such a comment.

Even Qin Yanzhao and Zhong Jingren have always only discussed paintings in terms of "moderate" and "simple", while Qin Yanwan's paintings can only get the word "quiet".

But at this moment, he commented on Qin Su's painting with nine words, and the words were extremely heavy, which made Zhong Shi feel a little uncomfortable while being surprised.

The son of her own relatives is actually not as good as the maid from the East Courtyard. Even if the person who judged is her elder brother, and the words of the judgment are not praiseworthy, it is still unavoidable for the Zhong family to be unhappy.

Zhong Jingren glanced at her and saw that her brows and eyes were gloomy again. He was very helpless, and shook his head to persuade him: "What are you doing? Why bother to care about such trivial things? She is just a girl from a concubine, and she was raised in the east courtyard. Whether the painting is good or bad, whether the temperament is good or evil, it will not reach your west courtyard after all. I just said a few more words on the spur of the moment, and you are thinking too much."

Zhong's face softened a little when he heard the words, Zhong Jingren said again: "The little sister Liu Niang can only watch from a distance. Compared with her, everything in the West Courtyard is more important. Both Erlang and Shilang are good children with integrity , you, a mother, should take care of you more, don't do anything else. I think Erlang is sometimes too frivolous, so you need to put more effort into this, don't just focus on his knowledge, you also need to be more considerate in dealing with people .”

His voice is earnest, full of love and love.Zhong's relationship with this elder brother has always been very good, so he nodded at this moment and said: "That's right. Eldest brother said it to my heart."

Zhong Jingren said again: "Also, didn't you say that you want to set up ethnology? This fact is very good. In my opinion, what the Qin family lacks now is this kind of scholarly spirit. No matter how many kilns are opened, Qin porcelain No matter how famous Qin Zhuan is, it is not as good as a family study that can stand on its foundation."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhong was aroused again, sighed and said: "Isn't it true what elder brother said? It's just... it's a bit difficult after all. Even if the ethnology is opened, where can I invite you?" Master?" Her tone was a little sad, and her mind was depressed.

The Qin family's lintel is now low, even if they really set up an ethnology, not to mention a famous Confucian master, even an ordinary master, I'm afraid they won't want to follow.

Hearing Zhong's words, Zhong Jingren didn't seem to care much, waved his sleeves and said, "What's so difficult? As long as the ethnology is opened up, you can always find your master." He paused for a while. After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "I would like to persuade you, and you also need to persuade Mrs. Tai not to follow the example of those so-called gentry families, and invite some famous teachers to sit in the battle and give lectures with great hands. In my opinion, As long as they are down-to-earth, knowledgeable and good-natured, they can be invited to be masters even if they are obscure children of the Han clan. The Qin family is rich and powerful, so we should be cautious when trying to gain fame."

Zhong nodded, and sighed: "What elder brother said is true, Ah Yuan has made a note of it."

Zhong Jingren said again: "I will also help to investigate secretly. If there is a suitable mentor, I will definitely recommend it. Little sister, don't worry too much."

When Zhong heard this, the worry between her brows faded, and she thought of Qin Yanzhao and the others' knowledge, so she sat opposite Zhong Jingren and began to talk to him in a gentle and peaceful voice. The style reveals, adding a little warmth and security to Xihuaju.

(End of this chapter)