For a brief moment, like a dream, Han Yan finished the last stroke, put down his pen, opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at everyone, and everyone came back to their senses.
"Is Miss Li ready?" the queen asked. She liked this little girl quite a bit, and now that she saw Han Yan shining brightly, she admired her even more.
"I've never done this before, my dearest lady." After Han Yan finished speaking, he turned around and stretched out his hand to pick up a pot of wine on the silver plate of the palace maid next to him: "Borrow me a drop of the fine wine!" He held the wine cup in one hand, poured the wine into the cup, and picked it up with his fingertips. As soon as one drop was applied to the paper, a slight bright yellow appeared in the painting.
This wine is Huanhua fermented wine, made from a variety of flowers. The wine has a sweet taste and a bright and clear yellow color. When it is painted on the painting, it contrasts with the black and white ink rice paper, and the slight yellow color makes it look particularly bright and vivid.
Han Yan nodded and signaled, and the two little palace maids came over and spread the rice paper on the gold and wooden base cushioned with red silk and presented it to the empress. When the emperor saw the painting, his eyes paused and he did not speak for a long time.
The people at the table didn't know what happened. Seeing that the emperor remained silent, their hearts began to beat, and at the same time they became more and more curious about the painting. Zhuang Yushan and Li Jiaqi looked at each other with doubts in their hearts. Seeing that the emperor did not look happy, they gloated even more. They guessed that Han Yan's painting was too bad and made the emperor angry. The queen looked at the painting with an unpredictable expression. When everyone was getting restless, the emperor suddenly laughed loudly: "Come here, let me show you this!"
The palace maid hurriedly came over and spread out the rice paper in front of everyone. When the things on the painting came into view, the whole banquet hall was silent.
There are just a few ink marks, spread in suitable shades, and the ink color seems to be applied at will, yet it is incredibly delicate. Under the city tower with the beacon fire rising, I saw the military cavalry returning in triumph, with the soldiers below, and in the distance a bright yellow flash appeared, which was the figure of the emperor.
What Han Yan painted was a grand scene of the army returning home in triumph, the emperor in high position, and the world prosperous!
The most surprising thing is not the content of the painting, but the small poem inscribed in the blank: The iron clothes are broken in the battlefields of hundreds of battles, and the south of the city has been heavily surrounded. Breaking out of the camp and shooting General Huyan, he led the remaining soldiers back with thousands of cavalry.
In just a few strokes, the image of a general who bravely killed the enemy and made great achievements in battle was depicted. The little girl looked like she was only ten years old, but she actually seemed to have experienced it herself. The most romantic is the handwriting, which is as strong as an iron painting, as charming as a silver hook, vigorous and powerful, simple and elegant, like the ice of a broken jade pot, the moon of a ruined Yaotai, as graceful as a tree, and as quiet as a breeze. If you hadn't seen that exquisite calligraphy with your own eyes, how could you believe it was done by a little girl with a bun and a sweet smile in front of you
It is said that words are like people, and such character is really rare!
After Zhuang Yushan and Li Jiaqi were initially surprised, they were now filled with endless resentment. Han Yan is in the limelight right now, and she, Zhuang Yushan, has no chance to play. Why! If she were the eldest daughter of the Zhuang Mansion, the praise from everyone in the hall would be hers now. Thinking of this, the eyes looking at Han Yan were even more filled with jealousy.
Li Jiaqi, on the other hand, was driven mad with hatred. The more he looked at Han Yan's smiling face, the more he felt that she was hypocritical. She obviously had such talent, but she could hide it so well, and just now she actually looked embarrassed, letting herself Joy is simply playing with yourself. The dignified Prime Minister's daughter's self-esteem was insulted, and she already listed Han Yan as her biggest enemy in her life.
Han Yan winked quietly at Deng Chan, indicating that everything was fine. Deng Chan was both excited and confused. When did Han Yan become so good at calligraphy? When she was standing in the hall writing just now, Deng Chan almost had the illusion that this was not Han Yan, just because the elegance of the back was strange and dazzling, making it almost impossible to look directly at her.
Everyone was thinking a lot, but Han Yan was the only one standing in the hall, but he seemed to be standing outside the world of mortals. Looking at the ink marks, the scenes from the previous life passed before his eyes one by one like a lantern.
No one knows how much he paid for such superb calligraphy. After the bandit incident occurred in her previous life, she closed herself off and locked herself in Qingqiu Garden all day long. Every night, I always have nightmares and I can't fall asleep, so I light up an oil lamp, write and draw to pass the time, and temporarily forget about those shadows.
There are not so many geniuses in the world. They are just familiar with it. If you practice the same calligraphy and painting a hundred times or a thousand times, no matter how bad it is, it will be 70% bad. Therefore, although her calligraphy in her previous life was mediocre, after so many sleepless nights, she had the romantic paintings she has today.
The smile on his lips has a hint of bitterness. In the past, people only looked at the scenery in front of others, but they didn't know the blood and tears involved.
The handsome young man calmly observed the little man in the hall. The obvious loneliness and pain once again made him startled and made him more sophisticated. There are various signs that this little girl does not behave as a person of her age should at all. What happened to her
The emperor laughed heartily and said "good" three times in a row: "I didn't expect that my sect has such a talent! With such a big heart, he is worthy of being a woman and a man!"
Indeed, compared to Princess Yunni's dance and Li Jiaqi's piano music, this calligraphy and painting reveals the delicacy of the daughter's family and is surprisingly successful. It is said that one can judge a person by looking at the words. Looking at the free and elegant pen and ink, one can tell that the girl is An open mind. Whose daughter is painting on the battlefield? It can be seen that Miss Zhuang's fourth daughter is broad-minded and has more knowledge than other daughters. Compared with this one, Li Jiaqi's piece is inferior.
There were many heroic soldiers present, and they all admired Han Yan even more. It was rare to meet such an unpretentious little girl, and she spoke so openly and innocently. It was really hard not to like her.
Han Yan bowed again and then said with a smile: "This painting is to celebrate Da Zong's great victory in the northwest. General Cheng kills the enemy on the battlefield. He should be Da Zong's hero, just like the poem over there. Da Zong has such a wise king as the emperor, and With ministers like General Cheng, we will definitely be more prosperous."
After saying that, he smiled at General Cheng. Cheng Lei was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect Han Yan to say such a thing. Looking into her clear eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I'm just doing my duty, and the word hero is unworthy of me." Don’t dare to take it seriously.”
The emperor laughed loudly: "General Cheng, there is no need to be humble. I know that you are the hero this time. Miss Zhuang is right. With you, my family will be more prosperous!"
The atmosphere instantly became lively. The ministers were delighted to see the emperor, and they all praised the general's great achievements and boasted about God's blessing on the emperor. Han Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a talent competition for everyone's daughters, today's palace banquet was to celebrate the great victory in the northwest, so we couldn't put the cart before the horse. Her words brought her focus back and indirectly showed her kindness to General Cheng. General Cheng was an upright man and would become an important confidant in the Prince's party in the future.
(End of chapter)