Taking a closer look, the lines and strokes of this portrait are of different thickness and lack of strength, and the surface of the drawing paper is not very clean.
A very bad picture, poorly drawn.
Fourth Master Jiang asked the servant beside him, "Has anyone entered my study recently?"
The boys looked at each other and shook their heads.
Fourth Master Jiang looked at the painting carefully, and finally found a small ink handprint on the lower right.
Very light and very blurry.
It is similar in shape to the handprint on a cat's paw, small and round.
It's a child's handprint.
Fourth Master Jiang knew who it was.
"Go and find the young master." He said to the servant.
When the boy who went out found Jiang Jinxing, the little guy was still strolling around the yard of the big house.
Playing with cats and dogs is a joy.
The last time I drilled the dog hole and heard Liu Shi talking bad things about his family behind his back, Jiang Jinxing became very good at walking around after that.
The uncle of the Jiang family had a headache when he saw his little nephew, just like the young version of those Beijing Imperial Forest Army patrolling in Jinling, it seemed that as soon as they were caught speaking ill of his family, they would sue the old man.
The nephew was born at such a young age, and the old uncle obviously favored him, and it seemed that he was ruthless to drive him away directly.
Can only sulk.
Jiang Jinxing was brought back to Fourth Master Jiang, who pointed to the painting, "Did you bring this painting together?"
Jiang Jinxing glanced at it, not panicking at all, and nodded with a look of "I did something bad but what can you do to me".
He patted the portrait, and the palm of his hand happened to be printed together with the fuzzy cat's paw-like handprint on the lower right of the canvas.
Jiang Siye asked: "This painting, did you draw it?"
Jiang Jinxing nodded again.
If it was drawn by a seven-year-old child, it would not be so clumsy.
He never taught him how to paint.
It's kind of like his son.
Fourth Master Jiang's expression softened a little, and he said, "Why did you put the painting of His Highness the Ninth Prince inside?"
Jiang Jinxing said straightforwardly: "Daddy wants to show sister-in-law his husband and son-in-law, but daddy's eyes..."
He let out a soft "tsk", and glanced over those scrolls that had either been flipped or hadn't been flipped, like picking pork, his eyes were picky, "It's too bad."
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She wrinkled her nose and said boldly, "My eyesight is better, no... it's much better. Dad, you can't do it."
Fourth Master Jiang was silent for a while.
After a while.
Jiang Jinxing was chased and beaten by Jiang Siye all over the yard.
A son like this is three days without a roof tile!
Jiang Jinxing jumped up and down all the way until he reached Jiang Qinshi's side and hid behind Jiang Qinshi, clinging to his mother's body temperature, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Holding Jiang Qinshi's sleeve corners tightly, like a quail wet by the rain, panting for breath while calming down his face.
Protecting her son, Jiang Qinshi looked at her husband, "Why are you getting angry again?"
Fourth Master Jiang was also panting slightly, and said: "This kid sneaked into my study again, used my pen and ink secretly, and even mixed the portraits of the Ninth Prince into the portraits I saw."
Jiang Siye didn't really want to hit his son, but Jiang Jinxing's temper was the same as he used to be. He had to use some powerful moves so that this kid could remember, "I have to teach him, don't take his sister's Marriage nonsense."
"I'm not fooling around." Jiang Jinxing peeped out his eyes from behind Jiang Qinshi, quail poked his head, and defended himself, "I just put the portrait in, and didn't force Dad to choose. I don't even know who Dad is looking for. Who, look at the portraits, crooked melons, cracked dates, not as good-looking as me, I don't want them to be my brother-in-law."
The more organized he is.
The fourth master Jiang was getting more and more heartbroken.
Jiang Qinshi hurriedly asked her maid to take Jiang Jinxing aside, and patted Fourth Master Jiang's heart, "During the time in Yecheng, Jinxing had a lot of contacts with Niannian and the Ninth Prince. Since I haven't seen him before, I naturally think that the Ninth Prince is better. You don't have to be angry with him."
Fourth Master Jiang glanced at Jiang Jinxing.
The little figure was squatting by the wall, holding a small wooden stick in his little hand, angrily drawing his face on the ground in the yard.
He painted his face so that the features were dislocated and squeezed into a ball.
Fourth Master Jiang: "..."
Raising a son is to be angry.
Fourth Master Jiang deliberately told Jiang Jinxing what he said, "Even if I can't find someone who satisfies me, I will never marry any prince every year."
Jiang Jinxing's back looks even more angry, the face drawn by the small stick has no facial features.
Jiang Qinshi sighed and asked: "The one that satisfies you, have you found someone?"
Fourth Master Jiang: "..."
Like his son, he felt that all the boys in Jinling were crooked.
But the problem is, the prince and the like are not worth a date!
Seeing his silence, Jiang Qinshi shook his head knowingly and helplessly.
She thought the same thing as those boys, if she really wanted to let Fourth Master Jiang continue to search, according to his standards, he would never find anyone.
"Twenty days later, it will be the old lady's birthday. My concubine is waiting for someone to hand out invitations to all the noble princes of the right age in Jinling. At the banquet, you should pay attention to see who is suitable, and also pay attention. Who is happy in the new year?"
Thinking about the picture of his daughter standing with other brats, Fourth Master Jiang wanted to take a knife, but he still held back his breath and said, "As you say."
"But don't give the invitation to the prince, the prince's son or the like." This was his last insistence, "Especially the Ninth Prince."
…
Bailu Academy, in Qingshan School taught by Mr. Yan.
Pei Songyu closed the invitation card in his hand, and handed it to the bookboy beside him, "I'm going to celebrate the birthday of the old lady in Ning'an Bo's Mansion at the end of the month, and prepare a congratulatory gift. Be careful."
"Why does Brother Pei attach so much importance to Mrs. Ning Anbo's birthday?"
Beside him, a voice fell.
The speaker was Yu Yinxue who slept with Pei Songyu.
He entered the academy two years later than Pei Songyu. He is the bastard son of the Qing family in Dali Temple.
Yu Yinxue sat down on the other side of the stone table, looked at Pei Songyu with narrowed smiles, "I've never seen Brother Pei pay so much attention to things other than studying."
"The Jiang family is kind to me." Pei Songyu looked calm, and saw that the bookboy behind Yu Yinxue was also holding an invitation in his hand, "You have also received the invitation, and when it comes to the birthday party, why don't I come with you?" go?"
"Of course it's great, but..."
Yu Yinxue sighed, "I have never dealt with the Ning'anbo Mansion, and after I went there, I was recommended by Brother Lao Pei."
Pei Songyu agreed, and he smiled, "Thank you Brother Pei."
After chatting for a while, Yu Yinxue changed the subject, "Master Jiang, who just returned to the capital, does he have an unmarried daughter?"
Pei Songyu recalled what he saw when he raised his eyes a few days ago, he was slightly dazed and nodded.
Yu Yinxue couldn't help but ponder a little more when he saw Pei Songyu's words dazzled.
He still had a gentle smile on his face, and asked tentatively: "Brother Pei is her distant cousin, right? Fourth Master Jiang intends to show his daughter a husband-in-law. What is Brother Pei thinking about this matter?"
Pei Songyu frowned slightly, then shook his head firmly, "I don't think about starting a family until I have established a career."
"Brother Pei is dedicated to learning, I feel ashamed." Yu Yinxue felt much more relaxed.
Yu Yinxue is the concubine of the family, who has always been ignored. If he wants to make his future smoother, he must find a way to find a good marriage for himself. In the end, his wife's natal family can become his help.
"This time the old lady's birthday banquet, Mr. Jiang may take this opportunity to meet her husband and son-in-law for his daughter." He didn't know much about the Jiang family before, and was about to ask more questions from Pei Songyu when he suddenly felt A cold glow fell from behind.
Looking back, there was a person sitting in a wheelchair under the shade of a tree.
Both Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu stood up, cupped their hands and saluted, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
Rong Ting nodded slightly.
His gaze swept over the book boy behind the two, holding the invitation card in his hand.
The line of sight passed faintly, but nothing happened in the end.
But Huai Qing was terrified.
He heard the conversation between Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue just now.
The tone of Yu Yinxue's speech is a bit like the tone of His Highness Ninth Prince's speech in front of the third prince that day...
I don't know what's on Miss Jiang Si's mind.
His Royal Highness must have heard it too.
Now that you have heard it, how can you not do something about it
But seeing Rong Ting turned around and looked at him, "Take me to Mr. Yan."
There was a slight surprise in Huai Qing's expression.
Looking back at Yu Yinxue, it was like looking at something rare with divine light protecting the body.
How could His Highness Ninth let him go.
…
Yan Nanxun was in the attic on the second floor of his study, holding a scroll in one hand and a vermilion brush in the other, making circles.
Just sitting on the shelf, there is an unparalleled aloofness in the world.
Hearing the knock on the door, he said "Come in" without looking up.
"Sir." Rong Ting handed over the scroll in his hand, "The history book that Mr. asked the disciple to memorize has already been memorized."
Yan Nanxun picked two pages at random, asked about them, and saw that he was already familiar with them, so he didn't know what to say for a moment.
It's only been a few days...
A few days ago, Empress Jiahe sent an eunuch to tell him that the Ninth Prince studied loosely when he was young and didn't develop a good habit. If he didn't respect his teacher enough, or was lazy and didn't study hard, please don't look at her or It is Emperor Zhaowu's face, so don't be stingy with heavy punishments.
Yan Nanxun was always temperamental, no matter whether he was an emperor or not, sometimes the emperor would not give him face, let alone Jiahe Empress' face.
It's just that Empress Jiahe specially sent someone to warn him, and he thought that the Ninth Prince would be someone who could not suffer through the innate aura, so he was a little worried for a while, worried that he had misjudged the person.
Yan Nanxun looked at him slightly sideways, his eyes were a little cold, "You have never forgotten since you were a child?"
But Rong Ting shook his head, the skin under the eyelids was slightly blue, "I'm stupid, I know I can't compare with other brothers, I just memorized it for several days and nights."
Huai Qing: "..."
He watched with his own eyes the little Highness at night, under the candlelight, holding a booklet from a jewelry craftsman, either beating on jade, or casting gold and silver, not endorsing books at all.
Recently, it seems to be very strange. I started to think about what to do when I became a jelly bean, but I didn’t endorse it anyway.
He didn't even see when His Highness Jiu picked up the book.
This is called stupidity, no one in the world is smart.
When trying to show off, His Highness Ninth Prince wanted to lie.
However, given the current situation of His Highness the Ninth Prince, there are so many people in the palace who want to harm him, so it is good to hide his clumsiness.
Hearing Rong Ting's words, Yan Nanxun nodded, his gaze softened.
Rong Ting's attitude made him quite satisfied.
If Rong Ting was too sloppy, as Jiahe Queen said, no matter how amazing Rong Ting's conversation was when he had a night talk with him for the first time, no matter how smart he was, he would not pay too much attention to it.
Reading is not just about being smart for a while.
I found a few new history books from the bookshelf, and handed them to Rong Ting, "These books have my annotations, since you finished memorizing them early, you should read these first."
Rong Ting thanked him, then raised his eyes suddenly, looked towards Yan Nanxun, and said with a smile: "Sir, the weather outside today is sunny, the sky is like the sea, it is very beautiful, do you want to take a look, sir? It really opens your heart."
Yan Nanxun looked at the young man with a canine-toothed, clean smile, and suddenly realized that this was the youngest of all his disciples.
His tone just now was too harsh.
It's just a kid without a crown. When walking, look at the sky and the earth, simple and sincere.
Looking at him, he couldn't help but think of himself as a teenager, he was a little affected, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go and have a look."
Rong Ting reminded, "Sir, from the north window, the clouds over there are beautiful."
Yan Nanxun's bookboy opened the north window a little wider for Yan Nanxun.
Yan Nanxun stood by the window, raised his eyes to look—
But I saw the scene where Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu books were placed beside the stone table, chatting with each other.
That Yu Yinxue had a deep smile on his face, he didn't look like he was chatting about poetry and books.
"Standing there and chatting, have you read all the books in the world? What's there to talk about?"
Yan Nanxun has always been very strict with his disciples, and he said in a bad mood.
Although this Yu Yinxue has a clever mind, but his cleverness never uses ideas, and he always wants to find shortcuts.
But he is always smiling and never makes mistakes, so there is no chance to teach him a lesson.
"Are you talking about Senior Brother Pei and Senior Brother Yu?" Rong Ting asked at the right time.
"It's about them. You came over there just now, did you hear what they were talking about?"
"The disciples never noticed..."
Huai Qing was wondering what Rong Ting said, he didn't hear it, and saw that Rong Ting who was talking slightly tilted his head and looked at him.
The skylight coming through the window fell on his face, and he looked very harmless to humans and animals, "Huaiqing, did you hear anything?"
Huai Qing's face changed slightly.
He gets it.
His Royal Highness asked Yan Nanxun to open the window to see Pei Songyu chatting with Yu Yinxue through the weather.
Then let him, a slave, make a small report.
And His Highness the Ninth Prince, from beginning to end, was like a lotus flower, emerging from the mud without being stained.
Just a boy who likes to watch the sky.
"The two young masters are talking about going to Ning'an Bo's mansion for a banquet." After following Rong Ting for a long time, Huai Qing felt that he had practiced some kung fu, "What their book boy is holding is the invitation card. "
Yan Nanxun took a glance and saw that the invitations in the hands of the two bookboys were the same as those on his desk.
Unable to suppress his temper, he angrily picked up something from the table and threw it out the window.
The lion's roar and the ruler rushed towards Yu Yinxue's forehead, "Do you know that you are diligent in studying!"
…
Huai Qing looked at the invitation on Yan Nanxun's table, and looked at Rong Ting with some sympathy: "Your Highness, it seems that you are the only one in the academy... who haven't received the invitation."
But there was not the slightest expression fluctuation on Rong Ting's face.
Sadness, loneliness, nothing at all.
Flipping a few pages of the scroll in his hand with his long fingers, his expression and tone were all indifferent, "Don't tell me you can't go without an invitation?"