"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I won't wrong myself." Wu E pursed her lips and smiled, looking even more charming and charming as a pearl. Although the prince is young, he is thoughtful and thoughtful. He is afraid that others will neglect him, so he even asks the eldest palace maid Qiu Ling to accompany him.
Chuntao doesn't need to think about it. The affairs of the palace in the capital cannot be separated from her.
Li Yuanying took a big sip of tea and secretly sighed: I really envy that brother of the big-eared thief! A talented woman who had just been admitted to the palace was the Concubine Xu Xian who became ill because of his grief and refused to take medicine. She died of the illness and was buried in the Zhaoling Stone Chamber.
It is said that he wrote a poem about imitating a small mountain. She, Aye, was so amazed that she built up momentum for her and spread it to the big-eared thief. Then she thought of a pear tree crushing a begonia. In fact, if you think about a certain tea girl and those celebrities who want to marry into a rich family, you can understand that it is just a jade in the coffin asking for a good price, and a hairpin in the dowry waiting to fly.
However, I am not as cultured as my brother. I like talented women, but I like to be handsome~
"Chun Tao, get the mother-of-pearl box. I want to draw flower mother-of-pearls for the children." Li Yuanying sat up straight, put down the tea bowl, and said with a smile.
Wu'e, who has a broad forehead and broad shoulders, is suitable for painting complicated flower patterns, and her temperament can be suppressed. The red double-petaled sea pomegranate (camellia) will add an extra third of brightness.
Wu E was a little nervous, and it would be great for the prince to help draw the flowers. It's just that there were maikos painting peonies before. If I also painted peonies, wouldn't I be comparing myself to maikos? If he objects and the prince becomes unhappy and neglects him, then he will find it difficult to move forward in the palace again.
"Don't worry, it's not Peony." Li Yuanying lifted Wu'e's chin and laughed softly. This is not a guy with a psychological problem who shows off his concubine so that all the men in the world can appreciate her beauty. Later, a poet who particularly liked to use allusions wrote the poem "Xiao Lian's Yin Heng Chen Ye", which was reported to the Zhou Dynasty Master in Jinyang. From then on, those four words will be remembered throughout the ages.
Wu E asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, did I make it obvious?"
"Just write on your face, no, Peony." Li Yuanying pointed at Wu'e's cheeks with his fingers and teased softly. "Although I am not very reliable in my work, I am still very reliable when it comes to my women. At least I won't push you out to take the blame when something goes wrong."
For example, the one who died in front of a horse and was unable to be saved by the king hiding his face... uh uh uh, counting the next generation, he is the grandson of Pheasant Nu, that is, someone's great-nephew. But Wu'e has deviated from the historical track. Who is that grandmother? It's a goose and a hen.
Chuntao opened the tin box, and inside there was not only red powder, but also blue and green, gold powder, silver powder, and white otter marrow, of course.
Picking up the chicken-gauge pen, the brushes of the Tang Dynasty did not have the long brush tip of later generations, but the brush tip was short and sharp. The poet who wrote Liliyuan Shangcao once wrote a poem about chicken's distance. The strong feet have chicken feet, and the strong hair has rabbit hair... It is not called chicken's distance, and it cannot express the power of penetrating into wood... ...It is particularly wonderful to use Zhongshan rabbit hair.
Therefore, three of the four masters of regular script are from the Tang Dynasty, and the fourth one appeared nearly four hundred years later. The styles of these three are respectively sinister, dignified, and vigorous. When it comes to the fourth position, the painting style changes sharply, becoming charming, elegant and mature.
I don’t know if it has something to do with the pen, but it must have something to do with the social and historical environment.
The vermilion sea pomegranate (Camellia), with its overlapping petals and slender and graceful stamens, seems to be ready to dance in the wind at any time, capturing one-fifth of the essence of Song Dynasty flower sketches. When drawing peonies, it is three points. You cannot improve your skills too much at once, otherwise you will not be able to continue to use 13 points later.
Someone who has read countless cool articles understands the essence of the face-slapping procedure. After painting flowers, you can also paint butterflies. After painting butterflies, you can paint flowers and birds. After painting birds, you can paint landscapes and fireworks. You can draw the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival, Chang'an or Luoyang during the Lantern Festival.
Don't ask. If you ask, you don't understand the pain of being a chicken. If you ask again, you will understand the pain of being single.
……Bar?
Chuntao and Xiagua stared blankly at the sea pomegranate between Wu'e's eyebrows. Why do they feel that this flower is more lively and elegant? Just like seeing the grace of Liu Yao's long sleeves.
Li Yuanying put away the last stroke and drew a butterfly shape on Wu'e's lips. The "wings" of the upper lip were big and the "wings" of the lower lip were small. He smiled and said: "The cherry fan has a plain mouth, and the willow has a small waist. It's just that the latter is That’s all, I don’t want Prince Teng to have a slim waist and a dark complexion.”
Chuntao took the bronze mirror and stood beside Wu'e Yingying, letting her admire the makeup.
"Your Majesty, the Council of Hell is crying." Xia Gua said while suppressing a smile. Peony is a dance performance, and Yan Jianyi can watch it at will, or even copy it on the spot. Wu Ruren is the high-ranking concubine of the prince, he... can't see it, ah ah ah ah~
Li Yuanying thought of the scene of a middle-aged uncle who was almost forty years old, tugging on his sleeve, and couldn't help but shudder, and said: "Xia Gua, prepare your pen and ink, and you must not let Yan Shenyi cry in front of someone. That scene is so beautiful, someone Can not bear to look!"
"Wei Wei~" The smile in Xia Gua's voice could no longer be hidden, and she laughed on Chuntao's shoulder, "Hahaha...hahahaha..."
The prince’s expression is so interesting!
Chuntao rolled her eyes at Xia Gua and said with a faint smile: "The rules are becoming more and more unruly. Don't think that you can mess around after leaving the palace. Your Majesty will send two old ministers over to help the prince establish the rules."
The prince has an easy-going temperament and usually won't argue with them, so he must abide by the rules and not let outsiders say that Prince Teng's mansion has no integrity. It is no joke that the master humiliates his servants and dies.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I...I never thought that there would be such beauty." Wu'e's eyes were half blurred and half happy, but also a little uneasy... If the princess enters the palace, as long as I don't violate the rules, she should not Will deliberately embarrass you
……Bar?
No matter what the palace says, there are fewer people than there are in the palace, so don’t scare yourself. Several years later, Wu E looked at the sky speechlessly: Why was I so naive back then?
Let’s talk about this later~
"A'e, mix the gold powder." Li Yuanying looked at Wu'e who was still in a daze and laughed softly. Everyone has a love for beauty, not all of them do it to please themselves. The beautiful life of studying at night will have to wait for five years...or more. Suddenly I feel so sad!
Wu E came back to her senses, walked lightly to the painting table, rolled up her sleeves three inches, and mixed the gold powder. He asked softly: "Your Majesty, will there be any difference in the effect of the painting?"
"Of course." Li Yuanying was mixing cinnabar, while Chun Tao and Xia Gua were mixing dark, rush gray, emerald green, pine green, bleached colors... a total of eighteen colors. "Your flowers are meant to enhance your beauty, and they fall on the silk. They need to have their own fragrance and create their own scenery."
Wu E thought for a moment and asked softly with a hint of doubt: "Just like the gold step we wear, what's the difference between it and the gold cake?"
Li Yuanying picked up his pen and drew a picture of sea pomegranate on a piece of silk no more than four feet square. The flowers were no longer stretched out from the front, showing that the green leaves and red flowers were blooming against the snow, and the wasps and white butterflies had never come. The pearl trees on the seaside are colorless, and they shy away from the beauty of their beautiful branches shining on the jade platform...
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