Empress Jinghua: The eunuch is nine thousand years old

Chapter 125
"I heard that the son can hold a bow at the age of three, can shoot a hundred shots at the age of five, can shoot a hundred shots at the age of 11, and can shoot birds in the air blindfolded at the age of 15. I am not talented, but I dare to ask that the son is going to show off his archery skills today? "

As soon as Rong Yu arrived at the venue, a young master who was born in a general asked, with anticipation in his eyes.

The story of Rong Yu's deeds since he was young has already spread all over the capital, and the ladies are waiting for his response with a smile.

Rong Yu laughed and said, "Archery is a skill, not a talent. I don't intend to use it. Before I came to Beijing, I heard that people in Xialai like to eat food with exquisite carvings. I always felt very happy." Elegant. Life in the army is mostly boring, and this son likes to carve small gadgets when he has nothing to do, so today I will make a fool of myself."

Many people were surprised, but they were more interested. They all booed and asked Rong Yu to show his housekeeping skills.

Rong Yu was also very generous, explaining the required materials to the master of ceremonies, and after a while, a servant came with a round base and placed it on a high table, equipped with all kinds of carving tools.He picked up a sharp-edged knife and weighed it in his hand. He felt that it was not easy to handle, so he threw it away. He took out a short knife from his waist and pulled out the scabbard. It can be seen that it is made of black iron, and the blade faintly reflects cold light. , It is enough to see that it is cutting iron like mud.

Under the expectant or doubtful eyes of everyone, Rong Yu circulated his internal energy for a week to the hand holding the knife, poured it with thick force, and carved it with a short knife on the root of the round bottom.

It's not so much carving and chopping as pure chopping. Rong Yu held the dagger in his hand and kept chopping up and down vigorously without any rules at all.They thought that Rong Yu had some kind of miraculous carving, but everyone was a little disappointed at the moment, but they continued to watch patiently.

The originally rough wood was changed beyond recognition under Rong Yu's tossing, and everyone became more and more uninterested, but he was not moved at all, and continued to move his hands, and sawdust flew all over the table.

"Prince Rong is a member of the military after all, so it's inevitable that he's not very good at this kind of meticulous work, so let's not be too harsh!" Seeing that the atmosphere on the stage was a little low, the master of ceremonies laughed a few times and smoothed things over.

Everyone understood in their hearts, and they didn't say anything, just a few words of haha ​​and it passed.

"Who said that?"

The movements in Rong Yu's hands gradually stopped, raised his eyebrows and retracted the dagger into the scabbard, confident and flamboyant, "This son never does exaggerated things."

I saw Rongyu gently pick up the larger pieces of wood chips from the carved wood with his hands, and then picked up a cleaning felt pen on the table to carefully clean up the small wood chips from the top.

As Rong Yu cleaned up the carvings bit by bit, the root tree that everyone thought had been chopped up beyond recognition by Rong Yu gradually showed a different posture. It is not complicated, and there are different ups and downs further down, and it can be said to be a coherent one from top to bottom.

"This...this is!"

Someone in the seat exclaimed, as if he was too surprised to speak, choked for a moment, and shouted loudly: "This is Yuheng Mountain in Dalai Jiaheng Pass!"

As he shouted, everyone was stunned, and immediately looked at the sculpture, it was still a mess just now, after the person's reminder, the dense but not miscellaneous lines now seem to be the distribution of mountains and ravines!
In this way, all the outlines became clear, the sharp top is the beak, the mountain is below, and there are fields below!The little root tree is like a rebirth, presenting Yuheng Mountain vividly in front of everyone.

Because Rong Yu was cut with a short knife, the carving marks are very neat and uneven, but there is a sense of naturalness, very much like the Yuheng Mountain created by nature.

"Exquisite!" The master of ceremonies sighed, regretting her previous conclusions, and sincerely admired, "My eyes are shallow, I don't know that my son has such extraordinary talents, I am ashamed and ashamed!"

Rong Yu didn't mind, picked up the carved Yuheng Mountain micro-carving, blew it, and said with attention: "This son was born in Yuanwei City at the foot of Yuheng Mountain, and he has seen the movement of the mountains with his mother and concubine every day since he was a child. After that, I often chased deer in the mountains. I saw fish and birds flying under the clouds, and I am very familiar with the appearance of Yuheng Mountain. Carving precious shape and precious heart, there is something in the heart, and the hand naturally produces something. It’s just a small gadget. If you get the first chip, it will be considered as a gift from this son, as long as you don't dislike the crudeness."

The master of ceremonies praised: "The son is too modest."

He asked again: "If the son wins the first prize, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing to say that the achievement will be returned to the original owner?"

Rong Yu waved his hand, stuffed the sculpture in his hand into the hands of the master of ceremonies, swaggered back to his seat, and yawned: "This son is a vulgar person, so I won't participate in any selections. I came here for fun today. Others Don't mention it."

The first chip can get a gift from the owner of Xuanzhu Garden, second, it can spread the reputation, and third, it can be said that the miniature sculpture of Rongyu is added, which can be said to be full of fame, and everyone is a little ready to move, even more than before.

Everyone has different thoughts. Xia Zijin was completely in the mood of watching a show. Xia Ziqi was already competing. , her heart is even more confident, she will definitely get the first place, and she will definitely get the honor.

Since Rong Yu insisted not to participate in the selection, the master of ceremonies could not force himself to do so. He nodded and said, "If that's the case, then we should continue to take turns! After Prince Rong's son, please invite Seventh Princess to perform at the venue!"

Xia Ziyan was still staring at Rong Yu's figure in a daze, and panicked when she was called suddenly. She was not ready yet, and she was a little afraid that she would not perform well, so she felt a little embarrassed for a while, and slowly got up from her seat .

"I……"

Xia Ziyan said cowardly, but Xia Zijin suddenly tugged her sleeve without a trace. She looked around and saw Xia Zijin silently mouthed the word "An".

It's for her to feel at ease.

Xia Ziyan pursed his lips, hummed lightly, adjusted his breathing, and moved forward with Luo Qun.

"What kind of skill does the Seventh Princess want to present this time?" the master of ceremonies asked.

Xia Ziyan blinked his eyes, and saw that Rong Yu on the right seemed to be looking at him, a little throbbing and yearning, and he raised his lips and smiled without even realizing it.

"It's... painting."

she said.

Among the seats, Xia Ziqi sneered, fiddled with the pendant on his ear and said lazily: "What kind of messing with the baby is it? Hiding it, just dipping a pen and ink to draw a few strokes, it's really a bit out of place. "

Her tone was light, but those who were sitting close could hear her sincerely. Xia Ziyan bit her lower lip and tried to put her sarcasm behind her, and Shi Shi ran forward with a breath.

"Master of ceremonies, please prepare three qian for color ink and Xiwu inkstone for the princess, and five qian for honey powder." Xia Ziyan said slowly, taking a sneak peek at Rong Yu, and gained some more courage.

The master of ceremonies responded, and clapped his hands to explain to the servants, and within a cup of tea, the servants prepared all the colored ink and two things and brought them up.

A wide-faced table was set up in the field, and two servants spread out the half-person-high rice paper and flattened it with an inkstone, and placed a set of objects on it. thick.

Xia Ziyan held his wide sleeve in one hand, and poured three-qian Xiwu inkstone water and five-qian honey powder into a clean container with the other, and after stirring well, dipped the brush in it, drained off the excess water, and then dipped the ink and picked up the brush , calmly depicted.

"Fourth sister, look what she is doing. I have never seen Shilaoziwu inkstone powder before painting." Xia Ziting muttered.

Xia Ziqi rolled his eyes and didn't want to speak deeply, and said, "It's just for show."

I saw Xia Ziyan concentrating on drawing the brush on the paper with her wrist. At first, there were a few thick and wide lines, and then a shallow outline was drawn. As she continued to add ink and brush, the outline gradually became clear It looks like a picture of mountains.

She put down the writing brush dipped in black ink and replaced it with a clean one. She still dipped it in the juice mixed with Wu inkstone water and honey powder, and then dipped it in green ink to stipple and paint on the texture of the mountain, and would delicately depict the interlaced shadows. feel.In this way, the brown ink is used to paint the stone, and the crow green is used to paint the old pine in the mountains.

After about half an hour, the appearance of the mountain can be clearly presented, with strange pines and strange rocks, gullies and cliffs, and even an eagle flapping its wings on the cliff is very lifelike.

"Ah, look, what the Seventh Princess painted looks like Yuheng Mountain carved by Prince Rong's son just now!" Miss Bo exclaimed in surprise.

Rong Yu frowned, and it was [-]% similar to the one carved by himself just now, and Xia Ziyan added many details with his own thoughts, which can be said to be even more outstanding.

Xia Ziyan's heart thumped, and when he met Shang Rongyu's smiling eyes, some flying clouds crept up on his cheeks, and quickly lowered his head to continue painting.

"Oh, opportunistic!" Xia Ziqi saw the exchange of expressions between the two, and cursed in a low voice with disdain.

As Xia Ziyan's brushwork accelerated, vermilion, deep orange, and bright yellow began to be added on the paper, and a large blank space under the mountains was covered by these bright colors, and the emerald green stars were scattered in it, adding to the painting. Dark blue, crimson purple, the blank space is filled with these colors, with continuous refinement and depiction, the blank space under the mountains has become a barren sea of ​​flowers composed of those colors.

There are green mountains on the top and delicate flowers on the bottom, which can be described as beautiful.

After finishing the last stroke, Xia Ziyan put down the brush, looked at the overall painting, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The seven princesses are very good painters. Look at the painting of Yuheng Mountain, which is such a fairyland, and it complements the sculptures of Prince Rong's son!" the master of ceremonies praised, and ordered his servants to lift up the painting, so that everyone in the audience can see it at a glance Its content is indeed vivid.

Xia Ziqi sneered again, and said in a strange way: "It's just painting. Who can't draw after learning for three to five years?"

(End of this chapter)