Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

Cui Yuan hurriedly hurried, and finally sent the painting to the capital before the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Xie Ying went to the palace to attend the driver on the last day. He returned home earlier that day, and it happened to be free to see him. Cui Yuan handed him the picture and Cui Xie’s letter personally, and said on behalf of the host: "My young master is still young. , If there is something wrong with the painting, I hope thousands of households will forgive me."

Xie Ying smiled and said: "How many people in Beijing now eat with his paintings. If he doesn't paint well, those painters and bookstore owners should drink northwest wind."

Cui Yuan also felt that everything was fine for the little master, and he was not really humble, and said: "The young master said that Qian'an has no good decorators. This painting is only lined with a layer of rice paper. Master Qianhou has bothered too much."

Xie Ying held the slender brocade box and nodded with a smile: "The weather outside is bad. You can stay overnight before leaving to avoid worrying your young master. I will go back and see this painting first."

He went back to the inner room and opened the letter first.

The handwriting on the letter is more profitable than the previous ones. It's strong and strong, and I don't know how he can practice such writing in just a few months. The content of the letter is very simple. First, I thanked him for his love of care, and then told him that this painting could be called the Antiy Conference, and wrote the seats and names of the characters in the painting.

Xie Ying read it in her heart while reading it slowly. After the introduction of the characters, the letter will end with an abrupt sentence: "It has been freezing cold recently, and the cook at home often cooks nourishing dishes, which made Yu gain weight several kilograms in a month, fearing that thousands of households will meet each other in the future. Come on."

Last time Xie Shan came back and said that he was thinner, is he going to be fatter? Xie Ying couldn't help but shook her head, the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

After reading the letter, he took a small silver knife to cut the seal, opened the brocade box and took out the tightly rolled scroll, slowly unfolded the scroll, and spread it on the kang to watch.

The gods and Buddhas filled with freshness and aliveness instantly came into sight: the majestic and majestic Jade Emperor, the merciful and graceful queen mother, the majestic and majestic Tathagata, the immortal and sacred Taishang Laojun and Taibai Jinxing, the heroic Erlang Shen , Tsinghua's Chang'e like the moon, flying flying in the arms of a pipa, slim and gentle fairies, dragon kings and constellations with various visions...

There is also the glass screen behind the Jade Emperor, the golden pillars of the jade corridor that surrounds the palace, the steaming clouds that fill the pool down to the back of the instep... From a distance, a heavenly palace is about to stand out of paper.

Xie Ying stood in front of the bed and admired it for half an hour, then pulled her spirit out of the painting, and gave a low compliment: "It's well drawn, but it's so good..."

Originally, I only thought that he had written his gods and appearances as exquisite and vivid. After reading this long scroll, I realized that his ingenuity in depicting the big scene is no less than the worship in Wensiyuan. Only the wrinkles and beard lines of the clothes are not delicate enough. I like to show the undulations of the clothes by the contrast of different shades-probably because he is too busy with his homework, and the young man has less patience, relying on himself His paintings are so beautiful that they don’t give much thought to these water milling efforts.

Without mentioning such painting skills, how did he come up with such a fairy family banquet?

It's not that he looks down on people. Even though Cui Que is a jinshi, he is also an official of the ministry. I'm afraid he has never seen a big scene. Cui Xie probably even rarely participated in general banquets. How could he come up with such a luxurious and magnificent temple? How could he give the two immortal Buddhas a banquet in one scene and arrange the seats carefully. ?

How did a young student who grew up in a deep house and was busy studying when he grew up, and who was hardly feminine, came up with such complicated music and dance, and how did he draw those flying clouds and misty temples and fairy bones?

Could it be Suhui what the Buddhist school said? Just like Fang Zhongyong, who didn't know him before,?

He simply called Cui Yuan over and asked: "How did your son draw this long scroll, but did you learn from other people's paintings, or can you figure it out by sitting at home?"

Cui Yuan stretched his hand and said: "It's not that I learned from others now! Our young master has never drew such a long scroll before. It took a lot of thought for this one, so I bought a basket of fairy paintings that were sour and Confucian. Painting every day, every day, every day, people are thinner! I never saw it when I started the draft. I heard Dogko say that our son paints day and night, and the drawing is a waste of paper before finalizing the draft. If it wasn't for a thousand households Painting, our young master has never worked so hard!"

Xie Yingxueliang's gaze fell on his face, and she asked, "I'm thin again? Didn't it mean that the cook is good at home, did he gain a few pounds?"

Cui Yuan smiled bitterly: "That is, he said he was fat, and people with a discerning eye will look thin. Next February will be the county exam. The young master will have to read and stare at the bookstore. He has to get up early to practice martial arts every day. I have to go to the county library to stare at...I can't stand the iron-strike body."

Xie Ying frowned and said, "This is not an adult yet. How can you survive like this? Don't even think about taking the exams if you are too bad. He is young and you don't know how serious it is. You should stare at it. Turn back and ask someone Take some medicines that nourish qi and nourish them, and find a doctor to consider the compatibility and give him one dose every day."

Speaking of these, Xie Ying didn't care about asking him about the painting for a while-even if he could learn something, he could paint so well in just two months, he must be gifted and extraordinary.

But such a child prodigy who can read and is good at calligraphy and painting was unknown when he was at home. When Tiqi took Xu Zushi and other demons back to Beijing to pay the decree, he went to Cui Langzhong's home to confirm the identity of Cui Xie. At that time, the family's population described him as a dude with nothing.

Xie Ying frowned slightly, and felt pity in her heart: This young man, whose talent and character are as dazzling as flames, has to live in such a mediocre appearance in front of the Cui family. Only after leaving home can I gradually emerge, but because I missed the best time, and no one can help, I can only do my best and take the heavy responsibility and walk alone.

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Xie Ying personally inscribed the painting, and found someone to engrave a few free seals on it. The frame looked like a masterpiece, so he picked up a high eunuch's improper day and went to his house with a scroll in his sleeve.

Gao Liang and his son were sitting at home at this time, thinking about the fairy tale figure Xie Ying had given them.

They didn’t point to Xie Ying at all, they also searched for a few ancient paintings of people from the Song Dynasty, and they also found someone to paint a picture of a fairy wandering in the imitation of Cui Meiren’s face. , Depicting gold and color, looking at it is also immortal. It is better to imitate than the original, and the characters' looks and appearance are also dull, and even if they are presented, they are not good.

If Xie Ying got something like that, then they should stop fighting for the limelight, and honestly find the best jewels and toys for the emperor in the future.

The two fathers and sons were thinking about it. Someone came to report that Xie Ying had arrived. Gao Liang was overjoyed, and his adopted son got up from his chair and waved his hand: "Hurry in and prepare Xie Qianhu refreshments. Master wants to see him!"

Soon, Xie Ying quickly walked into the yard. There was a maidservant who had opened the curtain and said with a smile: "My lord, please come in, our master and Dasheren are already waiting here."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Qian walked to the door and grabbed Xie Ying's arm and smiled: "I knew that Brother Xie would not disappoint Daddy and me!" After a few laughs, he gave a wink and asked in a low voice: " Are you really good at that painting?"

Xie Ying smiled faintly: "If it's not good, do I dare to come here today?"

Speaking of taking advantage of the situation, he walked up to the hall and gave a salute to Father Gao: "Xie Ying has fulfilled his mission, and finally brought a picture that can be said to be hard."

He handed over the brocade box with the painting, and the **** eagerly took out the scroll, spreading his left hand inch by inch, revealing the Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, and Buddha first. Although there was no name on the scroll, and the costumes were different from those in other gods and Buddha paintings, he knew who these three people were at a glance, as if these three people should be the people who are in the supreme position of gods and Buddhas.

Noble and graceful, pure and solemn.

He was born in Neishutang and was a serious Hanlin disciple. His appreciation of calligraphy and calligraphy is not weak. After just one glance, he praised: "It really is Cui Meiren's painting method, but his brushwork is much stronger than her! That Cui Meiren'er After all, she is a woman with insufficient wrist strength and weak lines, but this painter is full of bones and bones in his pen and pen, and is strong on the back of the paper! This must be a tall and powerful man!"

... It's hard to tell whether he is tall or tall, but I heard that he practiced martial arts every day, he should have gained a lot of strength, right?

Xie Ying knew that he was just happy to see him. He wanted to comment a few words, and he didn't need others to answer, so he just drank tea. Gao Qian didn't know the strength of his pen, but he knew what he looked like when he looked at the fairy, and then he drank a few bursts of color.

After reading this paragraph, before moving on to the next paragraph, Gao Qian really applauded from the bottom of his heart: "Isn't this Chang'e in the moon!"

This is really Chang'e in the moon. Xie Ying slowly finished drinking a cup of tea, and after hearing Gao Qian's startled cry, stood up and pointed out the identities of these immortals to their father and son, and asked with a smile, "Does the father-in-law think this painting is okay?"

Gao Liang took a long sigh of relief, and smiled kindly: "It's not only possible, it's considered to be presented to the emperor's eyes, and it's also considered a masterpiece. I don't know where Qianhu found the painter, and he painted as good as it is? "

Xie Ying said: "This is not a painter, but a literati who can paint. I said earlier that Cui Meiren's paintings are not rare? It's just that those painters are all handy. You don't want him to compare with the original. He turned to his long drawing method, not as ingenious as these literati."

Gao Qian sighed: "Is it the ingenuity of the literati? It is the ingenuity of your Xie Qianhu. You raised the literati at home and painted for a little two months, and it is really hard for you. Come on, come on. The box of pearls rewarded by the emperor was brought to thousands of households—"

Xie Ying waved his hand: "Hundred households look down on me. A painting is worth nothing. Besides, that person is not raised in my family, but he owes me a favor before and is willing to make this painting for me. Copy. I have also been supported by a public relations photo. Isn’t it allowed to pay back my love with painting?”

Gao Gonggong smiled and said, "Master Xie is embarrassed about our family. Don't worry, if this painting is liked by the emperor and the empress, our family will naturally not forget you. By the way, who really is the painter? Inscribed a section of'Lin Quan Chushi', he doesn't even have a serious name? It's rare that he can paint so well, so our family should say to him in front of the emperor. If the emperor is happy, also reward him. Only when he is born can he remember more of your love, and return you more pictures in the future."

Xie Ying shook her head slightly and smiled: "Those literati are a little weird, I don't bother to toss about it again. Besides, my father-in-law really thinks he can paint so well before? It's so good, it's not well known soon. He also drew Cui Meiren's pictures all over, and looked at countless fairy pictures to try to figure out the artistic conception. He also scrapped my good jade version on paper and got it. I'm afraid I can't draw a second one."

Gao Liang gave him a weird look-didn't you mean you didn't stare at him? How did you "torn" with him? How do you tell him to imitate Cui Meiren's paintings and fairy pictures? How could he still spend your paper to draw a picture by himself?

Xie Ying looked back calmly.

The **** Gao himself looked away, and sighed, "It's rare to make a painting like this in a lifetime." He is still a man who respects literati, so he can't be like the kind of unkind Jin Yiwei who shuts people up for painting. Months of painting. In the future, such a good picture will be hard to get, and it would be nice to have one.

He asked his son to leave Xieying for a banquet, and he immediately took the box and installed the fairy picture. He went straight into the palace and dedicated the picture to the emperor Chenghua.

Nowadays, because of a stuttering disease, he has always been reluctant to talk. When he saw him come to offer paintings on such an improper day, he frowned and asked slowly: "Why come today?"

Gao Liang said respectfully: "The slave and maid sometimes got the painting of the fairy family, so she rushed to send it to the emperor for fear that her humble body would not be worthy of holding it for a long time."

He untied the velvet rope tied to the outside of the scroll, pulled a section away a little, and asked with a smile, "Emperor, please look, is the Jade Emperor on this painting very similar to the Emperor?"

Xiao doesn't seem to be able to see it, but the Jade Emperor's painting is indeed strict and majestic, and his eyes are full of spirit, and the three willows' clear beards are floating under his nod, showing the imposing imposing manner. And after he made the first meal, sitting with the merciful Buddha statue of the sage, it was actually a scene of a banquet in harmony with Buddhism and Taoism.

The emperor himself drew "A Tuan of Harmony", advocating the three religions and one family. Seeing such a picture, he couldn't help but wonder: "This, this, this picture is..."

Highlighted with reddish cheeks and unusually bright eyes, he lowered his head and replied, "This picture is called "Antian Conference". It is a picture of the gods and Buddhas celebrating the great peace of the world and feasting. The gods made the servants get this. Don’t dare to delay the painting, and immediately send it to the emperor."

The emperor slowly unfolded his scrolls, bringing all the fairies, heavenly officials, and gods behind his eyes into his eyes, and sighed softly: "An, Tian, ​​Daguo? Good painting, okay—Yitou, this world can also be regarded as the rule of peace and peace. Now, you go down to receive the reward, and also the painting...

Gao Liang quickly knelt down to thank you, and said with a pity: "The emperor's forgiveness! The painter was a recluse master, and he only asked someone to present the painting, saying that the painting was the Antin Conference. , No one can be found anymore!"

The emperor glanced at him, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through his lungs at a glance.

Highlighting his head without raising his head, as if rehearsing thousands of times, he said fluently and naturally: "Your Majesty, look at the gods and buddhas on this painting, that is, the true gods and buddhas have fallen into the painting. Not a mundane person. I’m afraid this senior man just offered the painting to the emperor through the hands of his servants, in order to congratulate us on the emperor’s prosperous age and prosperity. He is also an outsider. Why would you come back to see slaves and other foolish vulgar things?"