Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Of course, I will make a chrysanthemum poem at the Chongyang Poetry Conference.

Pengyan picked from the four essays from left to right, and finally picked out a short poem related to chrysanthemum.

The original novel is about a poor scholar who chanted a desolate poem because of self-injury when he was studying at Shan Temple. Suddenly in the evening, a beautiful woman appeared in the monastery. She had some spring breeze with him and gave him gold and silver to take him to Beijing for examination.

Later, the scholar won the top prize and went back to look for a woman. That woman said that she was a demon fox who practiced in the mountains, and because she loved his poetry talent, she asked him to recommend herself. The fox demon said that as a beast, he was not worthy to marry him, so he helped him marry another prime minister's daughter, and then retired.

Regardless of the plot, at least the poems written by the hero are related to Chongyang, and it is not unexpected to get the poem meeting.

Cui Xie tried to figure out the fence of the ancient temple in the poem, and the grass was cold. The poet folds a half-open white chrysanthemum with his own hands. He recalls the artistic conception of his hometown in the chrysanthemum, imitating the style of modern meticulous and colorful comics, and drew a page-sized picture of a beauty.

As for the image of the beauty, he secretly opened the file of the mobile hard disk behind the door of the room-Chinese Geography-Hong Kong-Ancient Hong Kong-Extinct creatures, and found a small movie with a vixen as the heroine, and drew it seriously The heroine image.

His paintings are not particularly realistic, but the proportions of the figures are correct and the lines are concise and smooth. Even considering the convenience of printing, only the simplest lines are used to outline the outline, the people drawn still have bright eyes, well-defined features, and the vividness of the characters in the movie.

Halfway through holding the inkstone, he almost grabbed the painting to take a closer look. He endured for half an hour abruptly, and waited for him to finish the coloring of the poem before he jumped forward and squinted for a long time.

In the painting, the beautiful lady is leaning against the dilapidated bamboo fence, her right sleeve reveals her delicate pink fingertips, holding a thin white chrysanthemum diagonally. A few unattended wild chrysanthemums were **** by the fence, and a piece of weeds stretched out from the ground, and the dark red brick wall of the ancient temple was revealed in one corner of the picture. And the beauty was wearing red on her cheeks, powder on her forehead, and a small bun on her head. She was wearing a green shirt and white skirt. She was wearing gold and armor. The waist was lined with yellow silk ribbons, and she had a figure with shaved shoulders and a thin waist. A thin chrysanthemum curling up.

Nowadays, in the embroidered portraits without scholars or engraved portraits, the beautiful ladies have thin eyebrows and thin eyes, and the facial features are light. Where can you ever see such a dense and vivid picture of a beautiful woman?

He couldn't help but look at Cui Xie, and asked in amazement: "How did the big brother draw this painting? It looks like alive!" It looks like a real person, isn't it painted after the embroidery?

Cui Xie's reaction to him is not surprising, nor is he worried that people in the Ming dynasty, who were used to the painting style of thin eyebrows, would dislike such portraits that are close to real people. During the Wanli period, Zeng Jing absorbed the characteristics of Western oil painting in his exchanges with missionaries. The portraits he painted were as exquisite as living people, not only popular in the world, but also created a school of painting passed down to the Qing Dynasty.

Moreover, this painting uses the traditional technique of fine brushwork, only the face and hands are drawn in more realistic proportions, and there is nothing suspicious other than good-looking.

He had already prepared for the question of holding the inkstone. He calmly hooked his fingers at him and said in a long voice: "I actually painted according to people, according to what I am most familiar with, and can see every day... …"

"I know!" Pangyan exclaimed, "Big brother did you paint according to yourself? I said, why do you paint so smoothly? You look at this face in the mirror every day, and you are not familiar with it! But still not as good as You look good, you..."

As he was talking, he realized that Cui Xie turned his eyes slightly upward, looking at him helplessly.

"I guessed wrong? Could it be which sister in our family?" He carefully recalled the appearance of the maids and the aunts of the Cui family. Cui Xie didn't wait for him to think about it anymore, stretched out his hand to squeeze his face, and teased: "Isn't that the person I look at every day? Isn't it you? You look in the mirror and look at these big eyes and this small face. Son, and the curvature of the hairline on the forehead, don’t they all look like you?"

Holding the inkstone to make him look in the mirror for a long time, after all he felt that what he said was wrong, holding the mirror to look at him, and stubbornly said: "I still feel like you. You just hooked your finger to let me pass. That smile is the same as the beauty in the picture, it's the kind of...innocent look."

"...I love you for nothing." How does this kid speak, can he be unkind?

Choi Xie put away the dried drawing paper and handed it to the craftsman to study how to print it in the backyard.

As soon as this painting was opened, everyone was amazed. The artisans spread the painting on the table, leaned close and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but ask like holding the inkstone: "How did the son draw such a painting? It's different!"

Cui Xie smiled and said, "Isn't it just painting at people? I saw Tian'er coming in and out with a holding inkstone, and seeing his face look like it was printed in his heart, he painted like that when he painted. Anyway. It's so delicate, changing clothes and hair style looks like a beauty."

Li Jinbao said frankly: "Brother Pengyan is not like this, he looks quite honest, but he is not so attractive."

Choi Xie didn't want to bother him either.

Several craftsmen studied for a while, spreading the outline on the painting with transparent white oil paper, and dividing it into several layers to engrave the pattern. Cui Xie took into account the difficulty of printing when he painted the color. The color of the clothes is only painted once, and shadows are rarely used. Most of the color blocks only need to be printed once. Only the face and hairline are slightly more troublesome. Rub your fingertips lightly to create a halo.

But he gave them this technique a few days ago.

The craftsman has been practising for so many days, and he is already skilled, and the printed beauty is drunk and has beautiful hair. Not only is it better-looking than the characters printed on the ordinary embroidered version, even in the pictures of ladies on the market, there has never been such a lifelike character!

It is a pity that such a picture is printed as an embroidered picture. If it is printed as a picture note, someone will buy it for a dollar!

When the painting was printed, Cui Xie was still in the school and couldn't come back to make an idea. Several craftsmen approached the shopkeeper to discuss it.

The shopkeeper kept his son to watch the store, and when he came back, he watched the embroidered pictures and the images they tried to print on a few light-colored papers with his own eyes. With a little abacus, he suddenly figured out which is more profitable and worth printing.

The cost of engraving the book is high and the speed is slow, and it is not as fast as printing money back. Judging from his eyesight of trading for many years, if this picture is printed on a sticky note, order a box of one or two silvers; or even apply some clay gold and silver, then buy one for two or three silvers. The young masters of those big families are also willing to buy it!

He was also responsible for the crime of privately renting the backyard of the bookstore, and Cui Xie didn't completely forgive him, only saying that it will be discussed at the end of the year. That’s why the sincerity and fear in his heart, the desire to make money harder than anyone else, looked at the look of the craftsmen’s expectation, patted his hand on the table, gritted his teeth and said: “You’re waiting, the owner is back. I’ll talk about this. !"

When Cui Xie came home in the evening, he saw the radiant treasurer of Ji, and a stack of light yellow and light blue papers of various sizes with beautiful pictures. The big note is printed horizontally, which is thinner and thinner than A4 paper. Some have a picture of a beauty printed on the left side of the paper, some on the right side, and some in the middle; the small note is smaller than A5 paper, and it looks like the picture after printing. Postcard; there is also a normal embroidery image printed on white mulberry paper.

When he looked at the sample draft, the treasurer Ji rubbed his hands and stood beside him waiting. It wasn't until he put down the manuscript that there was a bright light in those old eyes, and he asked with a tense smile: "What does the owner think of this drawing note? The old man has already posted it. If we print a set of such drawing notes, No need to print more—"

He shook his finger: "A set of four, selling one or two silver is no problem! If you have a few more, you can double it. There are no such beautiful ladies who sell pictures of ladies. If you use good paper to print Come out, those scholars, officials and eunuchs are afraid that they don’t have to buy them for collection and gifts, and they can sell a few sets for one person!"

Cui Xie nodded slowly, went to the study to find a pen, and wrote a new piece of "Min Yu Boy" on several notes. There was no place for writing on the small note, so he wrote on the beauty without pity, and said disgustingly: "Block the pen. It is not easy to make a small note, just print a large note, the character is better on the left. Don’t use ink for the hook line. Use an ocher watermark. The poem inscription is printed lighter. Here, I will engrave a seal—"

He thought about it, the poem belongs to someone else, and he didn't print it himself, so he simply used the name of the study, which can be regarded as an anti-theft seal: "Engrave the seal of the Zhirong study of the size of a party, in small seal characters."

The treasurer of Ji answered in a loud voice, and asked him expectantly: "When will the owner draw more beautiful women?"

Today, the owner has a few more homework assignments. After a while, he didn’t have time to draw a beautiful woman, so he waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry about it. No matter how good the drawing board is, the book must be printed. Ask them to grasp the engraving plate. Just print out dozens of drawing notes for me before the Chongyang Poetry Meeting, and take your time for the rest."

His painter has only the light of transcendental painting methods, and it is not very good to learn from the foundation. If this set of drawing paper is really popular, there will soon be imitated paintings pirated, or someone may soon develop a color drawing paper printing method, and then a new beauty will weed out this old one.

It is still necessary to rely on the story to support the characters, so that true fans can pay for a long time.

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On the day of Chongyang in September, the academy had a holiday.

Senior brother Yue Su, Luo Jin, Wang Si and other senior brothers wore snow-white new straight jackets early, and came by carriage to pick him up, and went to the Shen Family Courtyard in Yuegu Mountain to participate in the poetry meeting.

Cui Yuan also set up the car early, and put Chongyang cakes, chrysanthemum wine, boxes of dim sum, jerky and water in the car, as if he were traveling on his own, well prepared. Cui Xie took the book case with the newly printed drawing notes and put it in the car, letting the inkstone go with him.

Brother Yue said: "The Shen family has its own children's servants, you old servant boy, please leave him at home, you can go in our car."

Cui Xie smiled and declined: "There is no one in my house today, and it's not very interesting to just leave them at home. If it is really not allowed to bring others in at the poem meeting, let their father and son go to the mountains for a day."

Everyone can go to the poem meeting to meet the world, but Zhao Yinglin was stared at by his family and could only follow his father and grandfather to the temple to burn incense. When he stood at the door to bid farewell to his classmates, that faint look fell on Cui Xie's face, almost burning a hole in his face.

Senior brothers Yue and Wang didn't dare to look at him, and looked at Cui Xie. Cui Xie looked back at him calmly, arched his hands and said, "Brother Ying Lin, don't worry, I will copy the poem back for you."

He turned around spontaneously and climbed into his own car, and several seniors also got into Yue's big car. The coachman drove the horse out of the north gate of Qian'an City, ran over the decayed grass and yellow flowers, and headed towards the lonely hill in the northeast of the city.

The autumn scenery outside is also very literary. The young literary boy opened the curtain while holding the inkstone and leaned over the window to watch the scenery. People like Cui Xie, who once clicked on the webpage to see the beauty of the world, were not interested in roadside deserted landscapes. He closed his eyes and recited Han Yu's "Ouyang Sheng".

Carrying on its back, the carriage suddenly shook, and a bright and cheerful smile came from the window: "Isn't this the old servant of the Cui family? Your son is in the car? Stop, let me talk to the Cui family brothers. Words!"

Pangyan turned his head and cried out: "Brother, our car was stopped." He stretched out his head and looked out, frowning and saying: "I don't recognize that person very much, wearing a red pleated suit, riding a black satin It looks like a steed, and it's not fancy."

Cui Yuan's polite and nervous voices sounded outside, asking who that person is. Brother Yue in the front car brought some scholarly arrogance, moved out of their childhood status and the invitation of the Shen Family Poetry Club, and warned those people not to offend them lightly.

Choi Xie leaned over to the car window and took a look at it. The man outside had already beaten his horse and walked out of the car, smiled at him and said, "Brother Cui, I didn’t want to meet you here. I wanted to pick a pony to send you off, but I called my father the other day. The lesson is a bit harsh, and I have never been able to go out, and I have never been worthy of your good horse. To be able to meet here today is also our destiny—"

He glanced at the companion behind him, and smiled: "There is a village near here in my house, and there are also some running out-of-mouth horses in it. Why don't you come and ride with us to go hunting and have fun for a day? It is better to do a poem meeting with those sour scholars!"

Cui Xie recognized that the brave young man in front of him was the official Wang Xiangzhen with a painted face that day. He couldn't help but want to laugh at the thought of his colorful face that day. He held back, got out of the car and saluted him, and said politely: "I have an appointment with the seniors, so it's not good to have an appointment halfway. Brother Wang If you are interested, let's make an appointment next day."

Wang Xiangzhen also turned down from the moment to answer his gift, and smiled happily: "If that's the case, let them go first. But I will definitely go to your house in the future! I'll move to your house these days for my brother, my brother also I have to thank you personally-you wait, and I will look for you in two days when I am looking for a good horse!"