"Princess, the painter is here and is waiting outside. Do you want to go to the outer room to meet him?" Mo Yu came in to report.
"Okay, let her wait outside first."
Mo Xuetong lay in bed for a few days, feeling that even her bones were about to fall apart. After she came back, some of the ignorant concubines wanted to come over and take advantage of the opportunity to visit the doctor to see what was true. The maids dismissed the princess on the grounds that she was seriously ill.
This day has been considered leisurely, and the body has recovered a little. In fact, of course, she can manage normally, but since Feng Juoran has an idea, of course she has to cooperate.
She moved from the inner room to the couch in the outer room, leaned in front of the couch, and then asked Mo Yu to bring him in.
The person who came in was a woman who looked to be about forty years old. She was Mrs. Ming, the owner of the famous Qingyin Painting and Calligraphy Gallery in the capital. She was the widow of the famous calligrapher and painter Ming Jia in Da Qin. After the death of Ming Jia, she had to make a living. He opened a painting and calligraphy studio in the capital.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Ming became famous as soon as she opened this calligraphy and painting studio. Now when Mrs. Ming is mentioned in the capital, many people give thumbs up and praise her.
On the one hand, this is because Mrs. Ming did have some accomplishments in calligraphy and painting, and she was very good at distinguishing some fakes and identifying authenticity. On the other hand, it is also because most calligraphers and painters are men, and it is inconvenient to walk in the inner courtyard, while Mrs. Ming There is no such restriction at all, so it became famous for a while.
"See you, Princess." Mrs. Ming knew that it was Princess Xuan who invited her, and she didn't dare to take a closer look. She just thought she was a young and beautiful lady, so she bowed respectfully.
"Mrs. Ming doesn't need to be polite. I just want Madam Ming to help me appreciate some paintings." Mo Xuetong smiled slightly and gave up his seat to Madam Ming.
"Princess, you want to know the year of those calligraphy and paintings, or whether they are genuine?" Mrs. Ming was not polite, and sat down on the brocade stool on the side. Then she raised her head and looked at Princess Xuan. With just one glance, she felt a little happy. , I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, no wonder others said that the romantic Prince Xuan has never provoked other women since he married the princess. Looking at this beautiful woman in front of him, even though she is a woman, she is still distracted. .
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Wearing a light-colored gauze, only a simple pattern was embroidered on the neckline and the bottom of the skirt. It clung to her body snugly, making her figure even more graceful. Her face was like white jade, with two petals of red beads embedded on it. There is a trace of ice-like coldness in her lips and her charming and beautiful eyes. She just turned her eyes to look at the person for a moment, but she felt her eyes were moving and she was so beautiful.
Mrs. Ming has been in and out of the inner courtyard. She has never seen any kind of beauty, but she is still shocked by the Princess Xuan in front of her. Such a beauty can only be suspected of being a fairy from heaven who fell into the mortal world.
Beauty is extremely beautiful, and charming is extremely charming. The best part is that she also has a touch of coldness. The temperament of Qinghua hibiscus contains the splendor of peony. These are originally two different styles. Her beauty is perfectly combined in her body. No wonder people have said that the most beautiful woman in the Qin Dynasty is not the second lady of the Ling family, but has become Princess Xuan a long time ago.
"Mrs. Ming heard that you are very knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting. I have a few calligraphy and paintings here that are not necessarily left by everyone, but I also like them very much, so I would like to ask Mrs. Ming who may have made these calligraphy and paintings. Also, So we can deduce who the artist of the painting is." Mo Xuetong smiled sweetly, and asked Mo Yu to go down and take the painting and spread it on the table in front of Mrs. Ming, while smiling.
"The princess is saying that the author of these paintings has been lost?" Mrs. Ming thought for a while and asked. She was no stranger to this kind of thing, and had helped some ladies analyze it before.
This situation usually occurs when the reputation of the author of the painting is not obvious. In fact, this situation is rare, but it is not impossible.
"Yes, Mrs. Ming, look at this one. I like this picture of fishing at night on the Hanjiang River very much, but I don't know who made it and what the brushwork is like. I got it from a painting and calligraphy studio outside. , the people in the store can't remember who left it, but I would like to trouble Mrs. Ming to help me take a look."
Following Mo Xuetong's words, Mo Yu opened the first picture on the table. On the extremely bleak river, there were solitary lamps, illuminating the sometimes frozen lake surface, which shone brightly and made the whole picture more colorful. In one scene, there is a fisherman sitting on the bow of the boat with a fishing rod in his hand, sitting there fishing leisurely.
The most eye-catching thing in the whole picture is a tree crossing his head, with a leaf that is still hanging on it. The rich green color gives the whole picture a rich vitality.
"Mrs. Ming, please help me see what the style of this painting is, what era it was painted by, and who is it most likely to be?"
Mrs. Ming had already been stunned by the strong desolation and vitality in the painting. She stood up suddenly and said in disbelief: "How is it possible, how is it possible, this... this can't be possible..."
Her hand touched the picture as if she had a sense of autonomy, full of surprise and emotion.
"Princess, can I use the equipment I brought to identify the seal on this picture?" Her eyes fell on a seal in the lower right corner of the picture. The words on it clearly identified the words "Cangshan Old Man" .
"Ma'am, just do it." Mo Xuetong curled her lips and smiled.
After hearing Mo Xuetong's agreement, Mrs. Ming couldn't wait to take out the small bag she had brought with her, opened it, took out some small utensils, brought them over, wiped some ink pads here, looked at the quality of the paper there, and looked at the color and color of the painting. Others, finally said excitedly: "Princess, this is the work of everyone in the previous dynasty."
"How can Mrs. Ming be sure?"
Speaking of this, Mrs. Ming thought she had the right to speak, and she said happily: "Princess, look at the color of this paper, which is at least hundreds of years old. Look at this ink color, no one uses it anymore. That is to say, the paintings from the heyday of the previous dynasty will leave this kind of ink color, as well as this private seal. This Ling is usually called by his own name, but it is said that when he got old, he also called himself Cangshan Old Man. He also carved his own private seal. This matter is mentioned in the anecdotes of the previous dynasty, but there is no mention of it in the world of calligraphy and painting... "
"The princess's painting should be an authentic one." Mrs. Ming affirmed again in the end, her eyes falling on the painting rather reluctantly. As a person who loves painting, she certainly knows how valuable this Ling master's authentic painting is. So it can only be a passing moment.
"Mrs. Ming has really good eyesight. Come and take a look at this picture." Mo Xuetong nodded again.
Mo Ye took back the previous painting under Mrs. Ming's reluctant eyes, and Mo Yu took out another painting and spread it in front of Mrs. Ming's eyes.
Mrs. Ming frowned a little after looking at the stunning masterpiece in front of her just now. She frowned a little when she looked at this one. Speaking of which, this painting looked good, but if she had just eaten all kinds of delicacies and looked at a table of snacks, she would be surprised. I feel really uncomfortable.
"Princess, this painting can be considered a good one, but it is darker and softer, and the writing power is not strong. It should be made by a woman, and there are many gaps between the lines of this woman's strokes. It is obvious that she was not in good health at the time. , the writing power is on the surface, and there are many faults, so it cannot be completed in one go."
Although she felt that this painting was really not very good, Mrs. Ming still examined it carefully and analyzed it.
The smile on Mo Xuetong's face faded slightly and she frowned. She couldn't tell what was strange and asked, "Mrs. Ming, do you think this calligraphy and painting is a hundred years old?"
"A hundred years? How is it possible? In my opinion, this calligraphy and painting is at most a few decades old, and it must be a private work by a woman in the deep courtyard. Princess, look here, the woman's calligraphy and painting skills are actually good, but it is a pity. , Firstly, it is not strong enough, and secondly, the layout is confusing, as if it was meant to include the three girls in the painting together, which makes the entire layout feel unreasonably crowded.”
"Look at the girl who is the only one with her front exposed. She has clear features and is childish and cute. The girl on the side is also delicate and bright. The oldest girl, although the front cannot be seen, makes people feel infinite tenderness. Princess, in my opinion, this seems to be a painting left by a mother for her three daughters, or the mother is not in good health."
Mrs. Ming looked at it again and again and said affirmatively.
"How do you know, madam, that a mother is staying with three daughters?" Although Mo Xuetong was still leaning there, looking extremely relaxed, a wave of panic surged in his heart, and he felt as if a ray of lightning flashed through his heart. Her fingers involuntarily pulled tightly on Yingluo under the pillow, and she was almost speechless for a moment.
"The princess has not yet had a young son, so she doesn't know that the three girls each have their own merits, whether they are cute, bright, or gentle. Only a mother can have this kind of feeling for her children. The calligrapher and painter are obviously very accomplished, but they arranged it like this just to make the three girls look good. The two daughters are all painted in it, and what is integrated is a strong sense of maternal love."
Upon hearing that Mo Xuetong had suspicions, Mrs. Ming immediately felt like she had been misunderstood. She argued excitedly and even picked up the painting so that Mo Xuetong could see it more clearly. She was completely immersed in the painting and did not pay attention. When Mo Xuetong's face turned completely pale, Mo Lan noticed something strange about Mo Xuetong and came over to push her.
Only then did Mo Xuetong come to her senses and smiled forcefully at Madam Ming: "Mrs. Ming, I'm really not feeling well. Please ask Madam Ming to come back in a few days to help identify the other paintings. Mo Ye, please send Madam Ming out."
Mrs. Ming also discovered something strange about Mo Xuetong at this time. When she entered the palace, she knew that the princess was in poor health. She heard that she had been taking medicine and was in a sling. When she saw that her face was pale and without a trace of blood, she knew that she was afraid that it was true. What's wrong? He didn't dare to stay any longer. He said goodbye to Mo Xuetong and left with Mo Yu.
"Princess, how are you? Is it okay?" Seeing Mrs. Ming leave, Mo Lan hurriedly came over and squatted in front of Mo Xuetong, asking anxiously, she was fine just now, why did she become like this all of a sudden? Mo Lan is really not clear.
"I'm fine." Mo Xuetong took a long breath and exhaled the heavy breath that had been stuck in her heart before she felt a little more relaxed. Just now, she almost subconsciously held her breath, and there was a burning pain in her chest.
"Go, bring the painting over, and I'll take a look at it." She pointed to the painting still spread out on the table and said to Mo Land, with a look of horror in her eyes that she couldn't hide.
"Yes, slave, go get it now, don't worry." Mo Lan comforted her. She didn't understand that her always calm and steady master had discovered something wrong, so he immediately stood up, took the painting over and replaced her with it. Open it and put it in front of her eyes so that she can clearly see the scenery in the painting. (To be continued)