Chapter 1533: Tiger Girl 17
Calligraphy and painting are really good things. It takes time to know the true nature of people, but a piece of paper can tell the difference immediately.
How could a descendant of the royal family be so unsightly in calligraphy and painting? The owner of Jiashun County is a relative of the emperor, so he can naturally get guidance from masters on calligraphy and painting, and he is also strictly controlled on weekdays. Although the plum blossom picture is just dotted with red stars and cannot be seen as good or bad, the strange rocks beside the plum tree also show some skill. The poem he wrote was about being proud and so on, but it was also quite appropriate, so the noble ladies all praised it.
Liu Ruxu's painting skills are good, and her poems follow the general trend, and there is nothing outstanding about her.
What Zhao Yingxue painted was gongbi painting, which emphasized neatness, delicacy, and rigor. Time was limited, so he only traced a fan on white paper. The red plum blossoms on the fan are gorgeous and beautiful, and the stamens are all thin, as if the red plum blossoms are about to bloom. By doing this, you can show off your painting skills without crossing the borders of Jiashun County.
This Zhao Yingxue is indeed not simple, Xining sighed, even such a woman could not save her life in the end, the most ruthless emperor's family.
At this time, Princess Jia Lin arrived, and the ladies stepped aside one after another to let Princess Jia Lin comment.
Princess Jialin first looked at Princess Jiashun's paintings and couldn't help but nod: "Well, my painting skills have become more and more stable and exquisite. It seems that I have learned nothing in the past two years."
So the noble ladies "secretly" discussed which master Jiashun County Lord was currently studying under. The master did not accept disciples easily, and it was useless to spend money. It is simply more difficult to ask a master to give you guidance than to enter the Imperial College. This made the Lord of Jiashun County even more proud.
After reading them one by one, Princess Jia Lin was more or less positive. In addition to being satisfied with Zhao Yingxue's meticulous paintings, she also gave high praise to the fourth lady of the Zhou family, the Minister of Economic Affairs. Although the calligraphy and painting of the third and fifth young ladies of the Zhou family are good, they are far inferior to the fourth young lady. The fourth lady did not depict the plum blossoms in detail, but vividly depicted the rough and curved branches of the old plum tree. It may seem sloppy, but there are fine details in the roughness, and the poem is also appropriate.
After reading it, Princess Jialin asked: "Who else hasn't written yet?"
A mother-in-law replied: "Only the third lady of the Zhenguo General's Mansion has not yet written."
Xining used the excuse of poor health again.
Princess Jialin smiled and shook her head: "This is not possible. Everyone has written, how could I miss you."
Xining frowned slightly, nothing was accidental. Maybe the third prince and Zhao Chengzong said something when they met with County Lord Jialin. These calligraphy and paintings should also be brought to the third prince for inspection later.
In order to please Princess Jialin, a noble lady said that she could write and draw whatever she wanted.
Liu Ruxu said bitterly: "It seems that she is reluctant to part with calligraphy, for fear of taking away the limelight from the sisters."
Xi Ningpi said with a smile: "Why don't you give up? My half bottle of vinegar is not enough for myself. How can I give it to others?"
The Lord of Jiashun County said arrogantly: "Then just write something, even if you write the word "plum" or "snow", it is considered to be the beginning of writing. Today's plum appreciation poetry party, how can you not stop writing."
So everyone asked for it one after another, and they were also curious about the level of this poor, spoiled and only concubine of the Zhenguo General's Mansion.
Then just write, not just write anything.
Xining sneered, picked up the largest wolf brush, covered it with ink, and quickly started writing on the white paper.
The frost is proud of the ice and snow, and all the flowers have faded.
I would rather drive alone than compete with others.
After finishing writing, I didn't even bother to write my name and put the pen aside. She said calmly: "Okay, let's laugh."
"Looking at the momentum, it turns out that the daughter of the General's poems are also bold." Princess Jialin smiled and asked people to put the calligraphy and paintings away, and then told everyone to do as they pleased. Some ladies chose to continue visiting the park, while others felt it was too cold outside and sat and chatted.
The calligraphy and painting were taken to the side courtyard next to it, where the third prince and Zhao Chengzong were drinking tea and waiting.
The calligraphy and paintings were opened one by one in front of the two people, and some were placed on the desk next to them.
After looking at a few pictures, the third prince glanced sideways at Zhao Chengzong and said as if nothing had happened: "Select the ones from the Zhenguo General's Mansion first."
So the servant took out two pieces: "This one belongs to the eldest daughter of the General Zhenguo's house, and this one belongs to the second concubine."
One is a fine brushwork fan with minimal and neat paintings, while the other is a wildly cursive painting. They are two completely different types. The third prince took a look and laughed suddenly: "This is interesting."
Princess Jialin who was standing by also laughed and said: "I was originally unwilling to write, but I was forced to pick up a pen. I picked up the pen and brushed it on the paper, as if I wrote it casually with my eyes closed."
The third prince looked at the poem carefully: "I can't say that these words are good, but they are of the same size, and some of them have strong strokes. The poem is also simple, but compared to the ones where the courtyard is full of love and fragrance, and the walls are decorated with flowers and branches, it is less artificial and more Very generous.”
"I haven't seen her so cheerful. She just picked up a pen and wrote without saying anything. I don't think she is a daughter's family, but more like a son." Princess Jialin joked: "If it is true, she dares to love and dare. Hateful. But this kind of temper may not be a good thing in Tian’s family.”
It is common for the royal family to fight openly and secretly, and it is easy to be fooled if you have a tough and straightforward personality. Moreover, the poem also says "I don't want to compete for beauty", which expresses my attitude.
After Princess Jialin left, Zhao Chengzong took a sip of tea and said meaningfully: "Although General Zhao has military power, he has always valued civil servants in the court. What's more, the military power of General Zhenguo is only at the border, which is far from the capital. .”
The third prince also sat down to drink tea, put down the cup and then said: "Father is in his prime, but he is very suspicious. He cannot bear to see the prince forming cliques and forming parties for personal gain. General Zhao has lost many connections because his troops are not in the capital. When necessary, , no matter how far away it is, there is still strength, and the border is not too far away.”
By traveling through the night and in ten days at most, an army of 30,000 men will be able to reach King Qin in Beijing.
Before Zhao Chengzong spoke, the third prince looked at him and smiled suddenly: "It seems that you are interested in Miss Zhao..."
"It has nothing to do with it!" Zhao Chengzong quickly denied it: "Your Highness, please rest assured."
"The looks are pretty good, and the body seems to be as good as the legend says. It's just..." The third prince stopped there and said, "There is no rush in this matter. We will discuss it in the long run."
It's just that the legitimate daughter of the Zhenguo General's Mansion is unwilling to be a side concubine, and there is only one main concubine, so she needs to plan carefully.
The third prince, Tao Huafeng, seemed to be squinting when he looked over: "Brother Xiurong, why don't you think about it? It doesn't seem to be as unbearable as the legend."
If you get married yourself, then let Zhao Chengzong marry you. Doesn't this mean that we are on the line with the Zhenguo General's Mansion? Moreover, the Duke of Rongguo originally had this idea. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yinghong, who had been eager to stick to Zhao Chengzong when he saw him, did not give in as originally thought. But there is still a chance.
Zhao Chengzong's mind was elsewhere. When he saw it today, he was tall, half a head taller than other noble ladies. The appearance is dignified and beautiful, and the advancement and retreat are measured. Except for some words, he is a bit domineering in the past, but he is not arrogant. It does seem different from before. Could it be that after the brain was frozen by the pool water, it opened up and became calmer?
Zhao Chengzong smiled and took another sip of tea.
(End of chapter)