"Your Majesty, the prince is here. He said that the emperor has announced that you should go to Chengqian Palace and ask you to bring the Phoenix Seal with you."
What are you doing with the phoenix seal?
Jiang Xinyue was confused in her heart, but without any hesitation, she asked the magpie to take out Feng Yin, put it with the box, got on the chariot and rushed to Chengqian Palace.
At the same time, Concubine Yu and Concubine De were also invited to Chengqian Palace.
The emperor was wearing a grand dragon robe and uniform, sitting on the main seat of Chengqian Palace. There was an empty seat to his right, but the queen's phoenix robe and court uniform hung next to the seat.
Xie Chenghui was previously obsessed with painting. Before the age of sixteen, he traveled around the country with famous teachers and appreciated the landscapes. He returned to Beijing at the age of seventeen, followed his family's arrangements, entered the art academy and became a court painter.
He has not seen the living Empress, but when he was drawing the funeral drawings a few days ago, he saw the deceased Empress, so now he can draw the Empress exactly like herself even without looking at her.
It's just that it is a great honor to paint for the emperor and the empress. The painters at the art academy have repeatedly told him to be cautious, so he can't finish this painting in one day.
The emperor spent more than half of his daily time discussing affairs with courtiers or correcting memorials. He also had extra time to communicate with the concubines in the harem.
There is not so much time to paint for him.
"Xiao Xie's paintings are really beautiful. Whenever you have some free time, please paint one for me!"
Concubine Yu looked at the beautiful young man who put down his paintbrush with admiration. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the Queen, who had not yet painted, seemed to have come to life.
Especially those eyes, majestic with a little kindness, exactly what the Queen looked like when she was alive.
"If you want to get into painting, you can find Painter Li in the art academy. He is also good at painting portraits."
Concubine Yu seemed to have heard something she shouldn't have heard: "Are you unwilling to paint for me?"
Xie Chenghui raised his hands and bowed: "Weak ministers don't paint portraits."
Because he always feels that painting portraits requires careful observation of a person's every move and smile. It is best to live with the person being painted for a period of time and understand her character before painting. Only in this way can the painted characters have what he wants. Want the soul.
If Emperor Xuanwu hadn't ordered him to paint for the empress this time, he wouldn't have wanted to take the job. He went against his will and made Painter Li unhappy.
Concubine Yu wanted to say something else, but Wang Dequan's voice sounded outside: "Your Majesty, Concubine Xian is here."
The daylight in the sky has gradually set in the west. Chengqian Palace has many large windows, which provide excellent lighting. As the sun sets in the west, warm light comes in from all directions.
Jiang Xinyue wore a moon-white robe embroidered with sky-blue epiphyllum dark patterns, and her plain face was not painted with makeup, which further showed her own purity and beauty.
A shallow halo of light hit her face and coated her body, giving her a soft warm orange light.
Her beautiful appearance is only her least worth mentioning advantage, as well as her delicate and pure, ethereal and charming temperament. If a beauty on earth and a fairy in heaven had a prototype, this would be what she would look like.
Xie Chenghui had never met the Concubine Xian, and he had only heard about her being a "beautiful woman, a disaster" from his father.
At that time, he only thought that Concubine Xian was another Concubine Li.
But she never thought that the face of the Concubine Xian was...actually the way she liked it.
He did not paint portraits because his master said that outside of official duties, he was only allowed to paint the most beautiful things in the world.
Jiang Xinyue saluted the emperor and then looked at the handsome young man behind the desk.
Concubine Xian...and the clothes he wore seemed to be a pair.
Why are his ears red?
Your neck is red too?
Does this person have systemic allergies?
Emperor Xuanwu held her hand: "Chenghui, that's it for today. How about we come back to paint again tomorrow?"
The emperor controlled his appearance and was always more tolerant of good-looking courtiers. What's more, Xie Chenghui was not only good-looking, he was also his favorite court painter.
So even if they found out that they were wearing matching clothes, they were not too angry.
Xie Chenghui didn't dare to look at the stunning Concubine Xian anymore. He lowered his head and said "yes", and couldn't wait to pack up his things with the book boy and run away.
Concubine Yu was so angry that even a mere painter dared to refuse to paint for her.
Why not draw portraits?
Aren’t the emperor and empress human beings?
The concubines of the three giants in the harem are together, and they are still at each other's throats. Just watching it is very exciting.
The battlefield between women is always clear.
When the emperor went to the back hall to change into light casual clothes, Concubine Yu glared at Xie Chenghui's back, then squinted at Concubine De, asking which pot she didn't want to order: "The Imperial Palace is busy cooking these days. The empress has no time to see the third prince due to the matters behind her. I heard from the eldest princess that the third prince was speechless. Has Sister De Fei found out what happened?"
Concubine De stopped pretending to be virtuous after being poked in a sore spot: "The emperor handed over the palace power to Concubine Xian and Concubine Yu, but things happened in the palace to poison the prince. Concubine Xian was in the palace for a short time, and many things could not be investigated. It's clear that there are extenuating circumstances. How come Concubine Yu has been in the palace for more than ten years and she can't even find out who poisoned the third prince? I heard that Concubine Yu also announced an audience with the stewards of the House of Internal Affairs and the Imperial Kitchen. I thought you had the entire harem in your hands!"
This is a clear attempt to drive a wedge between Jiang Xinyue and Concubine Yu.
Concubine Yu glanced nervously at Jiang Xinyue: "You...Sister Concubine De is so concerned about how I manage the palace affairs. Are you dissatisfied with the emperor's taking back your gold book?"
Concubine De gave her a disdainful look: "The golden book does not belong to you, nor does it belong to this palace, but to the future queen."
She looked at Jiang Xinyue with a hint, implying that Concubine Yu, the queen that the emperor favored was here!
Jiang Xinyue didn't say a word, but Concubine De always directed Concubine Yu's hatred towards her, which was really wicked.
She looked towards Concubine De with her clear eyes, without saying a word, just looking at her with sharp eyes.
Concubine De touched her face: "My dear Concubine Xian, is there something on my face?"
"You are noisy, can you shut up?"
Jiang Xinyue blinked indifferently: "You are so eager to attract hatred for me, why are you afraid that I will not have a good life as you once I become queen? Then your worries are quite right."
Concubine De was so reprimanded that she couldn't even say a word.
Jiang Xinyue, she is too direct.
Everyone in this palace talks in a roundabout way, and even if they are filled with hatred, they always smile when they face each other.
Jiang Xinyue was like that in the past.
But this time after she became a good concubine, her whole life changed.
It turned into a painful knife.
Likes and dislikes are clearly stated, and I no longer do Tai Chi with others.
This made Concubine De, who always pretended to be virtuous and upright, not sure how to respond.
Concubine Yu saw that Concubine De was frustrated, so she rarely disagreed with Jiang Xinyue.
Not long after, the emperor changed into an apricot-colored dress embroidered with light blue dark patterns on the sea of clouds and came out.
Wang Dequan took a quick look at Jiang Xinyue's blood-white clothes embroidered with blue epiphyllum dark patterns, and cursed in his heart: You're not jealous!
They all put on similar outfits.
