The Blessing of Traveling to Pregnancy

Chapter 54

Following the Empress Dowager's order, the maids immediately took rice paper, inkstones, and brushes, and brought up a large desk, spread the rice paper, and set up all the tools.

With a headache, Qingmei picks up the pen and sighs—he wants to draw a picture again...

The fifth princess stood aside with great interest, staring at Qingmei intently.I didn't expect that the person who rode like a lunatic on horseback back then would have such a ladylike side.Well, whenever I hold a book and read it by the window, it's good to pretend.Sure enough, it's not that I'm not a lady, it's that the props are not in place!
Xie Yunzhao, on the other hand, chose a place not too far away and stood there, holding a collection of ancient poems that had just been taken from the bookshelf in the old lady's palace. He glanced at Ome.

The Empress Dowager looked around for a week, and suddenly said, "Oh, I've been sitting in the palace for a long time. I'm afraid it will take a while to look at the girl's posture, Xinyang, you can go to the imperial garden with me first. Shaoyang, you Just stay here, lest we all leave and make the girl feel uncomfortable."

Xie Yunzhao: "..."

Fifth Princess: →_→Old lady, you are too obvious! ! !
Although the trick is obvious, it is obviously very effective.Even if Xie Yunzhao was totally unwilling, he could only say politely, "Grandson understands."

As for Qingmei, this girl's mind was already full of rice paper, she didn't hear the old lady's words at all, and it was only when she finally came back to her senses that she and Xie Yunzhao were left in the hall.

Two people, one painting, one reading, what a pleasing couple, but why do the maids feel that the atmosphere is so weird, tsk... There is still a chill on the back, where is the wind coming from?

Xie Yunzhao's eyeballs flicked back and forth on the book, but for a long while he didn't turn a page, his ears listened intently to Qingmei's movement, but he found that the hall was really silent, and the surrounding palace people seemed to be breathing carefully.Xie Yunzhao closed the book awkwardly. Anyway, his imperial grandmother wanted him to take care of Miss Lin. It's not wrong for her to be stiff and silent. He has read the poems and books of saints and doesn't care about an impolite girl. Let's go and have a look.

Qingmei dragged her chin with her pen in a daze, the clean rice paper was still blank.

"cough……"

A cough brought her back to her senses - when did he come here?

"I haven't finished drawing yet, wait a minute." Qingmei frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

"You call it unfinished painting, it's not painting at all!" As soon as the words came out, Xie Yunzhao regretted a little-why was he so mean?Thinking of a little girl painting in the palace of the Empress Dowager, even the master would feel pressure, not to mention this one in front of him——Xie Yunzhao never had hope for Qingmei's cultural accomplishment.

Unexpectedly, Qingmei was not embarrassed at all, or she didn't realize the irony of Xie Yunzhao's words at all, but said quietly, "Well, it's a bit difficult."

She... she is too honest!
Xie Yunzhao was speechless for a while because of Qingmei's uprightness, but at the end he said, "Just try your best to draw, and the emperor's grandmother only draws something fresh, so don't make it too difficult for yourself." After finishing speaking, he regretted his death up!

God, what the hell did he say?He would take the initiative to comfort this wonderful flower of the Lin family. God knows how many times he had the impulse to strangle this woman before that!
Qing Mei was a little surprised, but still said, "Thank you, I will try my best." After finishing speaking, she showed a faint smile to show her gratitude.

Is he hallucinating?Xie Yunzhao felt a little dizzy, this arrogant, unreasonable and eccentric person in his eldest sister's house would say thank you at this moment? !

She even smiled!

It was still the beautiful woman described in the Book of Songs smiling.

Ouch, he really blinded his dog eyes!

Xie Yunzhao stood still, made himself clearer, and had a normal expression, "If you don't know what to draw, just draw what you are good at." God knows if Lin Qingmei has drawn before, but it would be too embarrassing not to speak in this atmosphere .

Unexpectedly, Qingmei said very smoothly, "I'm not good at anything."

Xie Yunzhao nodded in his heart as a matter of course. Miss Lin, your education level is not high, I can understand, but he still said on the face:

"Then draw something easy. What have you drawn before?"

Qingmei raised her head and seemed to be recalling, "In spring, I paint green hills breaking through snow; in summer, I paint pond lotuses; in autumn, I paint farmers harvesting wheat; in winter, I paint masters and doctor Wen cooking wine and discussing chess... when it's sunny, I paint children playing, and it rains. I want to paint the rain and beat the plantain...the theater troupe came to the Biezhuang and wanted to paint the scene. Sometimes the master became very poetic, pointing to an inexplicable poem and wanted to paint. Leave it on the rock, and the fishing will be over.'Hey, anyway, I have to draw a lot..."Qing Mei talked for a long time, as if she wanted to vent the oppression she had suffered from Master Huang for seven years.

Xie Yunzhao listened quietly to her saying that once upon a time, the monks in this palace once said, "Although there are all phenomena in floating life, they are all blinded by a single leaf."What you see is what others want you to see, but not what you want to see.Only by looking with your heart can you see farther. '

"Ah!" Qingmei said for a long time, and finally a flash of inspiration flashed across her mind, "I know what to draw!"

Xie Yunzhao withdrew his thoughts, suppressed the prejudice in his heart, and carefully looked at the people around him for the first time.But she saw that she had just finished writing, but she tore off that page of rice paper again; she dipped the ink again, drew two strokes this time, and then peeled off another page and made it invalid.

Qingmei seemed to feel his burning gaze, raised her head slightly, shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "The first time I used more force, but just now it was lighter again. The first few strokes of Danqing are the most difficult, it seems that my heart is not calm."

Xie Yunzhao said, "I always thought that Danqing was done in one go, but I have never seen you do it five times and three times." It seemed that she was still questioning her level.

Qingmei was not annoyed, she just said, "Then have you ever seen any masters of Danqing draw in front of your face?"

Xie Yunzhao was slightly taken aback, thinking about it carefully, finally shook his head lightly, "Not really, most of them are drawn and brought."

Qingmei put down her pen and grinded it, "I don't know about other masters, I only know my master who taught me Danqing, he painted plum blossoms in winter, and he scrapped six pieces of paper just for one petal of that branch of plum. lighter."

"Isn't that a little bit of dissatisfaction, so I have to start from scratch?"

"That's right, so it depends on a little bit of luck to draw a picture." Thinking of this, Qingmei felt a little headache.I remember that in my previous life, in order to shoot accurately, I held the gun with both hands and kept it parallel to the ground for an hour without moving.In this life, there is no need to practice guns. As a result, whether it is to practice calligraphy or painting, it is the same as shooting guns. The hands must be steady and calm, and the arms should be held in vain for more than an hour without shaking. Qingmei deeply felt that Master Huang's biceps Muscle is definitely not lost to any professional special forces.After taking off her clothes, she is a bodybuilder. If anyone tells her that ancient scholars have no strength to restrain a chicken, she will be in a hurry!
Qingmei didn't speak any more, the ink was ready, she chose a brush and started to draw.Xie Yunzhao looked at her quietly. In fact, this girl was quite... quite... quite normal!Big eyes, small mouth, but the eyes are a bit sharp sometimes it looks like a flying knife stabs you.His face is slightly reddish, does painting make people so tired?Xie Yunzhao suddenly realized that he seemed to be staring at other girls for a long time, this is really - not ethical!Wait, the lonely man and the widow are in the same room, my God, they didn't teach them properly from the beginning, why did he find out now?

Xie Yunzhao began to feel awkward. He felt that there was a nail under his feet. He wanted to leave, but he was firmly nailed to the spot, so he had to turn his eyes to the rice paper on the desk—well, he came to admire the paintings!It was just this sight that shocked him—it was Zhao Ye!
What Qingmei draws is exactly Zhao Ye, she draws extremely fast, and changes brushes very quickly, from wolf hair to sheep hair, each pen quickly outlines, or splashes ink.Xie Yunzhao never knew that the skill of painting can be so fast, and that drawing hand is quite beautiful... Ah bah, what is he thinking in a mess!

In fact, Qingmei just lacks patience and can't last long. If she wants to finish the painting, she has to increase her speed. For this reason, Master Huang often hits her palm with a ruler-it makes you impatient and impatient. Can Danqing paint like this? , you thought you were writing cursive script!Hey, yes, you can still learn cursive script, ah ha ha ha, come on, Master will start teaching you cursive script tomorrow...

The flowing strokes stopped suddenly, and Qingmei wanted to cry - why Mao, why Mao made a mistake in the last stroke! ! !Weeping silently in his heart, and was about to tear it away, Xie Yunzhao suddenly stepped forward and held her hand, "What are you going to do?"

Qingmei cried, "This stroke is too heavy, and it destroys the symmetry of the horse's body, so I need to redraw it." Okay, big brother, don't blot the ink, I'm in a hurry.

"Repaint?" Xie Yunzhao raised his voice unknowingly. This painting is obviously very good. Zhao Ye's painting is lifelike and heroic. He really can't see any mistakes in the painting.

Qingmei sighed, "Here, there are too many lines drawn on the pony's tail."

Xie Yunzhao: =口=Girl, no one really pays attention to how many hairs a horse's tail grows.

Ome: %>_<% That's because you haven't met Master Huang! ! !

"Go out and walk around for a while and come back with energy, girl, how did you draw..." The Empress Dowager came back cheerfully, and as soon as she walked to the inner hall, she saw——

It was a sunny afternoon, in the Hall of Compassion, the Third Prince Xie Yunzhao was holding the hand of Lin Fu's daughter with an expression.I saw him staring at her with burning eyes, while Miss Lin's cheeks were slightly red, her red lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were clear...

He said: "Meier, will you marry me, forever, forever."

"Hmm..." She tilted her head shyly, with a smile on her lips.

"Grandmother—" the fifth princess yelled suddenly, and the surrounding maids immediately surrounded her.I saw that the Empress Dowager was a little delirious, and she was still smiling silly, "Hehe, hehe... I, this old lady, have good eyesight!"

The fifth princess looked at her helplessly: "Old lady, don't be too serious, okay? You are already old, why are those pink bubbles still popping in the air around you?"

"I'll go and have a look." Xie Yunzhao immediately walked towards the Empress Dowager.

Qingmei looked at his back, then turned her eyes back to the desk, lowered her head, a little troubled: Well, should I tear up this painting or not.Eh?By the way, Xie Yunzhao seemed to hold my hand just now...

He he he he dared to shake my hand, ah bah, that's not the point!How dare he stand so close to me, ah bah, that's not the point!The key is...the key is...Qing Mei thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what the key is, but she was very puzzled—why didn't she slap him to death at that time? !

(End of this chapter)