The Six Palaces of Favorites: The Black-bellied Emperor's Cold Concubine

Chapter 464 The painting is poisonous (1)
When Qing Chen entered the imperial study room, she saw Xiao Jun was sitting cross-legged under the south window concentrating on grading paperwork, she stepped closer, approached Wei Weifu and lowered her body, "The concubine sees the emperor, the emperor is blessed and safe."

Xiao Jun closed the memorial, turned her head and stretched out her hand to pull her to her side, and asked with a smile, "Why did it take you so long to come here? Liu An came back and said that you are not in Tonghua Palace, but did you come from Yilanxuan?"

Qingchen saw a stack of memorials piled up on his desk. I don't know if he had read them or not. He thought he, the emperor, had worked really hard. "Sister Ye invited me to enjoy the orchids, so I played with her. After a while, the emperor is so busy, why is he still in the mood to ask his concubine to come and see the painting?"

"It's almost finished." Xiao Jun pointed to a scroll beside her and said, "Look at it for yourself first, and I'll talk to you later." Then she ordered Fuquan to say, "Didn't you just say you prepared it for me?" Cakes, bring them up for Concubine Rong to taste."

"Hey, I'm going now, servant." Fuquan bowed and retreated in response.

Qingchen slowly unfolded the scroll, and saw that it was Dong Yuan's "Cold Forest and Heavy Ting", this picture is the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in the middle of winter, no one can be seen in the painting, no noise can be heard, and even the wind seems to be too cold Make a little more noise.The quiet and recumbent hills, the deep and stretching water ponds, the silent houses facing each other, the silent and upright trees, there is a sense of desolation everywhere.

On the small hills of Xizhu, the stream water has recovered, and Chongting is vast.Between Zhouzhu, there are houses built on the hills, surrounded by trees. It is late autumn and early winter, most of the leaves of the trees have fallen, and only dead branches remain. It is a kind of cold and lonely meaning of autumn wind.

Qin Zishuo once collected a fake. When he taught her to copy this picture, he said that this painting should be rubbed with heavy ink to stain the sandy shore, and the reeds and grasses should be drawn with a fine brush. , the stream in the distance, the cottages on the hills on the opposite bank, and the banks of the stream in the distance are numerous, extending beyond the painting, and there must be layers.When painting, it is dyed with wet ink, giving people a sense of endlessness.

I seem to remember these. At that time, I copied many copies, but none of them satisfied him, so I simply threw them aside in the end.

Inadvertently looking up, seeing Xiao Jun writing on the memorial with a cinnabar pen in his left hand, he couldn't help but marvel, "Can the emperor hold the pen with both hands?"

Xiao Jun didn't raise her head, she just responded calmly: "It's too tiring to always write with one hand, and occasionally I will switch to my left hand."

She poked her head over to take a look. The cursive script was full of flamboyance. She didn't dare to read the content carefully, so she focused on the painting in her hand.

The emperor closed the memorial, took another copy, opened it and looked at it, and said, "Tell me about the characteristics of this painting, and see if you have improved a bit."

Qingchen hesitated and asked: "Will you disturb the emperor to read the notebook?"

"No, you say it's yours."

Even so, she didn't dare to speak too loudly, fearing that it would really affect him, so she said softly: "In this picture, beside the slope on the other side of the picture, there are heavy shading drawn horizontally with a large brush, and the momentum is thick and thick. It is different from the rustling reeds near the shore and the slow water flow, which breaks the average state in terms of pattern and momentum.

The ridges, trees, deserts, and houses on both sides seem to be the same but are different, echoing each other, giving the static picture an inner sense of movement.The hillside in this picture is covered with hemp from the foot of the slope, from dense to sparse, until the slope is left blank.Add moss spots on the undulating parts of the hillside.In the picture, the chapped brush uses square folds to enhance the momentum, which is broad and vigorous, while the moss dots are combined with thirsty brush, scorched ink, and chaotic front, and the brush strokes are fast.The power is strong, which enhances the vividness and interest of the picture.

In the embankment painting method, the combination of long hemp and broken brush dots brings a sense of rhythm to the picture.Tingzhu, on the other hand, draws flat with a long wet hemp brush, which has the characteristics of smoothness and simplicity. It is a typical Jiangnan landscape in Dong's ink and wash. Dong Qichang therefore called his painting "the best in the world" Dong's painting. "

Xiao Jun was obviously satisfied with her comment, raised her head and said with a smile: "Since what you said is so good, then I will give you this painting."

Qingchen was slightly surprised and asked: "This painting...is the emperor willing to give it to his concubines?"

Xiao Jun's smile was gentle, and the words she said made people feel warm in their hearts, "There is nothing I would not give to you, it just depends on whether you like it or not."

Qingchen hugged the painting and said emotionally: "As long as it is given by the emperor, all the concubines will like it."

Fuquan put the plates of cakes on the side table and placed them side by side with the emperor's small nanmu table, "Your Majesty, try this newly made chestnut cake, it still tastes good."

Xiao Jun also said: "There is also the walnut cake you like to eat. When you go back, let Fuquan bring you some."

Fuquan couldn't help but chuckle, the emperor turned his head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Quan hurriedly said: "Damn the slave, the slave is just thinking, the emperor's imperial study room, I don't know how many young masters come to deliver snacks every day, and it was the first time I saw them and took them away from here."

Xiao Jun shook her head lightly, "Some people are heartless and never want to visit me in the imperial study, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Qingchen put down the chestnut cake in his hand and said: "It's not that the concubine is heartless, it's just that she is afraid of disturbing the emperor's handling of political affairs."

Xiao Jun took the teacup in hand, took two sips of tea and said, "I didn't mention you."

"The emperor is talking about the concubine, and the concubine is not a fool, how could he not hear it?"

Xiao Jun turned her head and said helplessly to Fu Quan: "Look, you are still so unruly, dare to contradict me!"

Fuquan saw that the emperor was in a good mood, so he was not so restrained in speaking, "The emperor likes the empress Rong, so she dares to act like a baby with the emperor, doesn't she? If it were someone else, would the emperor reward her with the snacks from the imperial study?"

Xiao Jun nodded and said: "I understand. You mean that I am used to her daring to be so presumptuous. But I don't care. You are fine in front of me, just don't be in the empress and the two palaces. It’s fine if the queen mother loses her manners.”

Qingchen hurriedly said: "The concubine dare not, even in front of the emperor, the concubine would not dare to lose her sense of proportion."

Xiao Jun closed the last memorial, stretched her waist, turned her head to see Liu An coming in and said, "Your Majesty, the son of Xiao Jue has come to see the Emperor."

"What is he here at this time?" Xiao Jun frowned slightly, "Xuan."

"Yes." Liu An agreed and went out to pass on the message.

After a while, I heard a burst of brisk footsteps, Xiao Jun strode in with a graceful stride, knelt down on one leg and smiled, "Greetings, Brother Huang."

Xiao Jun raised her hand to signal him to flatten her body, and asked with a half-smile in her eyes: "What wind brought you here, could it be because of this painting?"

Xiao Jue was also straightforward, and said directly: "I heard that Mr. Li from the Ministry of Rites brought an authentic painting of Dong Yuan to the emperor, and I wondered if it could be the "Hold Forest and Chongting Picture". It’s going to be a feast for the eyes.”

Xiao Jun shook her head lightly, "You are well informed."

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