"Yan Qing, Yan Da Painter?!" Mrs. Shen was startled and her voice rose several degrees.
Wen Jin nodded.
"Is it also the huge painting hanging outside?"
"Maybe it will be smaller. After all, there are only a few days left. The painting is so big and there is not enough time." Wen Jin said.
It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller!
What a character Yan Qing is!
The emperor wanted to ask him to be his royal painter, but he rejected him!
Now, as long as the girls in my family sign up, they can get Yan Qing’s authentic work? !
What an honor!
"It doesn't hurt to be smaller! Sign up! Sign them up now!" Mrs. Shen didn't even need to go back and ask the younger generation for their opinion.
She made a decision directly and signed up all the concubines in the family who could afford it.
"How did you invite Yan Qing to paint? I heard that he is very arrogant!" Mrs. Shen was curious.
What kind of magical powers does her grandson-in-law have?
"Huh? I didn't invite him, he came by himself.
"He is an old friend of my master and asked my master to find him."
Wen Jin said honestly.
Mrs. Shen’s jaw dropped in shock, huh? !
Didn't she ask Yan Qing for help?
Was it Yan Qing who found her through connections and asked to be her painter? !
Is the world crazy, or is she crazy?
Mrs. Shen was a little confused.
Mrs. Shen was not the only one who was confused. Then several ladies invited by Wen Jin came.
They have already seen the huge portraits outside, and they are secretly envious... Who doesn't want to see their beautiful appearance recorded with exquisite brushes?
Maybe it can be passed down to future generations!
Now I heard that even the famous Mr. Yan Qing works as a painter here.
The ladies would be even more envious...if not for their age and status.
They all wanted to sign up - it was worth it just to change a portrait!
What's more, they also saw the emperor writing poems outside.
Those talented men of letters even rushed to imitate him.
"I saw that there were several poems praising the woman in the portrait!"
"There is also a poem with a hidden head and a hidden tail. It's that girl's name!"
Who doesn’t like to be praised by someone writing a poem?
"Sign up and sign up some of my concubine daughters... If nothing else, her piano skills are pretty good!"
"My concubine has an amazing singing voice. During holidays, my master always likes to ask her to sing!"
…
The concubines, who had always been disliked by their aunt, were now particularly favored by their aunt.
Some aunts even regret that they didn't raise their aunts properly in the first place. At any rate, if you seriously learn one or two talents, you might have a chance to become "famous all over the world"!
"Can it only be a concubine? A legitimate daughter...can't it?" a lady suddenly asked.
Everyone was silent when they heard this.
yes! Portrayed by Mr. Yan Qing...Mr. Yan Qing's works are highly sought after in the world!
It has been passed down to future generations, and it is basically a certainty!
Then there are the poems praising the literati, because the emperor's poems are in front of them.
They don't dare to write vulgar or explicit poems, they are very tactful and elegant.
Such good opportunities...are they all reserved for concubines? The legitimate daughter has no share?
Wen Jin smiled slightly, "It's not that the legitimate daughter can't succeed, but that the legitimate daughter has a better future and doesn't have to compete with these women.
"What's more, the legitimate daughter has always maintained her own identity, is aloof and arrogant, and even if she thinks about it, she doesn't even bother with this kind of competition."
The lady nodded slightly, but she was thinking...
Her natal family's status is not high, and it would be difficult for a legitimate daughter of her natal family to marry into a high-ranking family.
Not all legitimate daughters have a good chance of finding a good marriage.
When she goes back, she must tell her brother and sister-in-law about this!
A concubine actually has a better chance than a legitimate daughter? !
I saw the battles that Wen Jin held when he organized the event...
It’s not just one or two people who have this idea!
Mrs. Shen brought Wen Jin's message back to the Shen family, and immediately asked the concubines of the Shen family to tidy up.
"Go to Furong Garden quickly! Ask Mr. Yan to paint your portrait now!
"Princess Huai said that time is urgent and the portraits Mr. Yan can draw are very limited!
"I took advantage of my old age and shamelessly begged Princess Huai for favor! I asked you to join the queue! Go quickly!"
When the concubines heard this, they wanted to go on stage to compete with the brothel girls... All the concubines were dissatisfied.
Although they are concubines, they are also the blood of princes and nobles!
But I heard that once I appear on the stage like this, I will be recognized by dignitaries and praised by the literati in Kyoto... and I am a little excited.
Now I hear it again, the emperor wrote a poem! Mr. Yan gives me a portrait!
There are even legitimate daughters from other families who want to compete with them?
What else is there to be reserved about?
rush! If you go late, you won’t have a chance!
"What are they doing when they are so dressed up?" Shen Xinlan, the third daughter of the Shen family, couldn't help frowning when she saw the concubines looking so happy.
The maid hurriedly went to inquire, "Miss, they are going to Furong Garden to have Mr. Yan paint a portrait!"
"Who? Mr. Yan?"
"Yes, it's Mr. Yan Qingyan, a celebrity!"
Shen Xinlan glared slightly, "Did I hear it wrong or did you say it wrong? Is it Mr. Yan Qingyan, the author of the picture of generals riding and shooting that hangs in dad's study?"
The maid nodded heavily, "My slave is right, and my lady heard her right!"
Shen Xinlan took a breath of air and stared at the backs of the concubines jumping onto the carriage with joy. She felt quite uncomfortable.
“That painting, it’s like something that’s precious to Daddy, we won’t even be allowed to touch it…
"It is said that Mr. Yan Qing's works are hard to find, and his works are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!
"They must have made a mistake! How could Mr. Yan paint portraits of a group of concubines?!"
Even if it is painted by Mr. Yan, it should be painted for these proud and legitimate daughters!
"Prepare the car, I'll go take a look!" Shen Xinlan said calmly.
Shen Xinlan followed the concubines to Furong Garden.
Miao Tie and others who were guarding the gate thought that she was also the daughter of the Shen family's concubine, so they let her in.
Shen Xinlan came to where the painters were painting... and she was stunned!
These painters' paintings... the women in the paintings are so beautiful!
The painting is not distorted, but uses artistic techniques to magnify the woman's beauty and weaken the woman's shortcomings...
Many paintings have been completed and are drying on the shelves nearby.
There are also many painters who are writing furiously.
"It's so lively in front! Miss, Mr. Yan seems to be there!" the maid said.
Shen Xinlan quickly went to see it.
"Wonderful! This color mixing technique is so wonderful!"
"The sketching technique is even more superb. With just a few strokes, the charm of the beauty is already vividly reflected on the paper!"
"As expected of Mr. Yan! Be taught and taught!"
A group of painters surround a man who is completely immersed in the world of his paintings.
The man didn't seem to hear what they were saying.
In his eyes, there is only the person he wants to paint and his works...
"It's really Mr. Yan!"
Shen Xinlan stared at Mr. Yan's painting... and could not help but imagine in her mind, if it were herself in the painting...
If your portrait could be passed down through the generations...
"Ask him to paint my portrait! Who is that person? Why do you ask Mr. Yan to paint her portrait?" Shen Xinlan was indignant.
When she shouted, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Upon seeing this, the guards of Prince Huai's Mansion immediately stepped forward.
"Miss, you have disrupted the order of the painting studio. Please leave immediately!" the guard of Prince Huai's Mansion said coldly.
