Shortly after the new Jinyiwei draft selection meeting, the Zhang brothers asked people to carry several large rolls of white cloth into the palace to audition for Jinyiwei's painting in front of their sister.
Queen Zhang immediately called this new art form amazing, and immediately asked the eunuch of the Bell and Drum Division who sang Jinyiwei Opera, and asked them to dub the roles. In the evening, after the emperor returned to the harem, the queen directed the servants to unfold the screen in the hall. The musicians played the silk and bamboo strings, and the little eunuchs who were used to playing various roles read the words according to their roles, and the whole family watched it happily.
The second prince and the little princess were at the age when they liked watching cartoons, and their eyes were glued to the screen and could hardly be removed. Fortunately, this part is a complete story of a return from victory and a seal granted by the imperial court, otherwise the two children will cry and watch the follow-up.
Prince Zhu Houzhao watched a lot of national affairs, and his thoughts were turned to economics and the people. He was not as addicted to this painting as his younger brothers and sisters. When he came back to his senses, he asked the queen how she thought of calling people to make such a thing.
Such a large color painting requires a lot of paint and fabric, and I don't know how many painters are needed to paint it together. And what they made was nothing more than a big comic book, and it was a waste to make people shake it if they wanted to see it.
He put on the attitude of a prince of a country and persuaded his mother: "These rolls of cloth are several tens of feet long, and if only coarse cloth is used, it is worth more than ten taels of silver, and the paint used will cost a few kilograms. The time it takes... This thing is too extravagant. We act as an example for the common people, and it is not appropriate to teach people to do such things for the sake of fun."
With that money, it is better to build a few more border towns, and when he grows up, he will lead the troops out of the customs, personally pacify the Tartars, and capture the little prince alive!
Emperor Hongzhi sighed with relief: "My brother has grown up. In the past two years, he secretly read the comics behind our backs, and he was afraid that the uncles would find out, and secretly asked someone to give the book to Brother Wei. Now your mother gives it to us. If you don't even look at this painting, it's obvious that you've become an adult."
Zhu Houwei still remembered that his brother gave him a comic strip, and gestured with his finger, embarrassing his brother.
Zhu Houzhao blushed slightly, glanced at his younger brother, still holding the air of a prince and said, "This child has been reading for so many years, can he still be as ignorant as a child?"
Queen Zhang also teased him: "That's it, if your uncle brings this kind of thing into the palace in the future, the mother will only show it to Brother Wei and Sister Rong, not to you."
Did your uncle bring it into the palace? Could it be that it was the original Jin Yiwei, or was it made by the eunuchs to invite pets
The prince couldn't help but look back at the painting.
Empress Zhang snorted: "This is when your uncles went to play outside the city during the New Year's Festival. They saw this new thing displayed in people's homes, and the accompanying text was not bad, so I asked the host for it. You are here. Child, are you still a mother because she likes to watch, so she will make people do this thing?"
The emperor smiled and said: "Empress, don't worry, my brother just didn't know that this thing was brought by the uncles of the country. But he has a good temperament like Zhuang Su, so he looks like a prince. In the future, I can also trust the world with peace of mind. he."
The son is not like his grandfather, and he does not like to play.
The prince asked his father to put him on the cloud, and even if he liked this painting, he could only dislike it. In a few days, when the weather calmed down, the second prince and the little princess would often ask people to move the painting and shadow to the courtyard. Musicians from the Jiaofang Division would accompany them on both sides, and the bell and drum division would accompany the painting.
Later, the bell and drum division moved his brain again, and asked the painter to draw the same background as the original picture, and asked people to dress up like the picture and stand in front of the screen, like a picture, but with the sound of the silk strings, they could move and speak. It's more lively than just looking at pictures.
When the prince went to greet his father and mother, he couldn't help but take a few more glances and endured it very hard.
The two uncles did not understand his hard work, and they often ran into the palace to watch operas and pictures with their nephews and nieces. Looking back, they often told him how lively the plays in the Queen's Palace were.
But no matter how lively it is, it is still a drama, not as fresh as the first time they saw the painting and shadow.
Zhang Heling didn't pay attention to the forbearance in his eldest nephew's eyes at all, and tsk tsk praised: "It's still the best thing that the teacher made, it's always the freshest, and he doesn't want to pick up people's wisdom. It's a pity that there are few painters in his study, so he can't make it too long, otherwise if What a beautiful picture with a full set of Jinyiwei."
what! Is this what Mr. Cui did again
The prince's heart was shaken.
If he knew it was done by Mr. Cui, why would he still regard this painting as a toy that consumes people's energy and loses his mind, and insists on not watching it!
The prince was very distressed. The two uncles even more shyly told him about their brothers going to the film festival. They talked about how lively the scene was. There was a long line waiting outside the film studio, and there were many people dressed as Xie Zhenfu and fourteen thousand households.
There are also a lot of people dressed up like them!
The Zhang brothers said proudly: "At that time, we thought that the line was too slow, and we wanted to show our identity as young Jinyiwei and asked people to let us. In the end, everyone in the line said that there were too many people dressed as young Jinyiwei. , we must also be fake, don't let it go!"
Although those people were blind and didn't recognize that their brother was the genuine juvenile Jin Yiwei, doesn't this mean that the two of them are now as popular as Xie Zhenfu and others
There are not as many people who pretended to be Feng Yun at the scene as they were!
The two uncles had enough to show off in front of the prince, and happily went out of the palace, leaving the little prince alone to face the table full of scriptures and history books. The waiters and the royal servants didn't know how to comfort them. Only Liu Jin stood out from the crowd and persuaded the prince, "If the young master really likes that painting, the servants have a way to tell the young master to watch it without going out. Take a picture."
He saw that the prince's face was tender, and he didn't want to look down to go to his younger brothers and sisters to watch it together, so he came up with an idea - to ask someone to cut out the comic strips of Jinyiwei in the palace, glue each page into a long scroll, and add a scroll to the left and right. Then make a small picture frame the size of a hinged page, pull the picture scroll open, and pull it from the page behind the picture frame, and then ask the maid to add the voice, isn't it just a small picture
It is longer and more interesting than the one presented by the uncle.
Seeing that the Prince's expression changed, Liu Jin glanced at the shelf where the comic strip was placed several times, and couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, and got closer to the Prince.
He bowed his body and said diligently, "The slave servants used to be in the bell and drum division, and they can sing songs, learn to speak, and gag, and when they read this comic strip, they are no worse than the people who were called in by the empress. Look, the slaves will arrange for people to buy things, let's close the palace gate and have fun?"
After asking for a while, no one answered him.
Liu Jin couldn't help but look up at the prince, only to see that he was looking at him with some scrutiny.
He subconsciously knelt down and apologized, but he really couldn't figure out which sentence he had just said wrongly—could it be that the crown prince cherished the comic book so much that no one could tear it up? If this is the case, then he will get another set from outside the palace and present it...
He was thinking about it, but he heard the prince say coldly: "Who told you to test Gu's intentions, and use these small toys to kill Gu's will? How dare you provoke the relationship between Gu and his parents and siblings-"
"Slaves don't dare! Slaves don't have this heart!"
Liu Jin was lying on the ground, his thoughts turned quickly, but he really couldn't figure out how he just made a suggestion to please the prince, how could he provoke the wrath of the prince Lei Ting.
Zhu Houzhao said coldly: "If you want to see a painting alone, could it be that the father, the queen and the queen, or Sister Wei Rong, can stop you from watching it? Gu doesn't want to see this thing, what you are afraid of is that you eunuchs who see Gu like this thing will ask you to do it. Search for more rare things to invite to pet!"
He read Water Margin, ah no, when he read history books, didn't he read about the civil uprising caused by Song Huizong's Zheng Hua Shigang!
The prince's chest was burning with righteous anger, and he reprimanded: "Who told you that if you want to see a painting alone, you will have to back someone! Could it be that if you want to see something, your father will not allow it? If you really want to see it, even if you want your father to see it. The emperor paints for the solitary, and the father and the emperor are also willing, but you have to carry your parents and siblings alone—the solitary prince, what is there in the east palace that cannot be known to others!”
He seemed to have completely forgotten the dark history of reading comic strips behind his uncle's back when he was a child. He looked out the window in a solitary manner, and waved his hand: "Take Liu Jin down, and he will not be allowed to serve him in the future."
Before Liu Jin could wake up from this scolding, he was pulled out of the hall by the servants on both sides and pushed into the low-level inner servant room responsible for cleaning.
It wasn't until he woke up that he realized that he had completely lost the prince's favor.
He also served three generations. When the first emperor was the first emperor, he only served the eunuch in the palace. The current dynasty managed to climb Li Guang's high branch, but his future was cut off by two uncles. Now he has not been favored in front of the prince for a long time. Words are back to their original form...
The few times he fell, it seemed that all of them had something to do with Uncle Guo, and on closer inspection they were all related to the fresh calligraphy and paintings made by Uncle Guo's teacher, the lecturer Cui Xie.
When he was proud of the prince, he also thought that after the prince ascended the throne, he would hold the power and want Cui Xie to serve him. But he didn't know until today that Cui Xie was not a wise man he could use, but an opponent who was born to stop him!
Liu Jin pressed his hands on the rough and cold ground, chilled to the bone, bent down and cried lowly.
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Although Eunuch Liu's little movie, Prince Prince, didn't love it, it quietly became popular among the people.
Ordinary people can't make big movies, but it's a pleasure to spend a few taels to buy a set of comic strips, tear them up and stick them into paper rolls, and watch them by themselves behind the frame. Carpenters, bamboo craftsmen, and copper craftsmen in Beijing have discovered this business opportunity and built a projection stand with two rollers that can rotate at the same time. , whichever column you dial can bring the animation scroll to flow.
There are also small shops that specially bought comic strips of Jinyiwei, Juvenile Jinyiwei, and the Daily Agricultural Economics, and made them into picture scrolls with shelves, which also saved the trouble of tearing and scrolling the pictures. There are also some restaurants and grocery stores that have made such pictures stand on the cabinets, and specially send people to talk and talk about it to attract some business.
Ju'anzhai's business was brought on fire again, and the sales of the old Jinyiwei comics increased greatly. People who couldn't buy them went everywhere to ask for high-priced copies and pirated copies. For a time, everyone in Beijing said Jinyiwei, and everyone asked for "Stop the Wind and Clouds." ".
Cui Xie stepped up the writing of the manuscript according to the authors, and also looked forward to printing the new version as soon as possible. After all, the author has changed, and even if the style is similar, he is still worried that some readers will not buy it.
But not long after the six new authors handed in, he didn't have to worry—
It's not that he draws fast, prints fast, and grabs the tail of the popularity of the garden party; it's not that he is influenced by the small movie trend, and any book can be sold; it's that his new author wrote a masterpiece, which instantly topped the new comic book. On the cusp.
Tang Bohu, a famous painter, poet, calligrapher, writer, and romantic genius, who is the first of the four geniuses in Jiangnan, wrote an article to evaluate the painting method of "Cui Meiren", and praised his painting method "like a mirror to take a shadow, just like life" .
He was not allowed to mention Cui Meiren on the podium that day.
Tang Yin's article, as soon as it is published, will be copied all over the capital. Fortunately, he is now a Shuji Shi in the Hanlin Academy, and the article first spread in the museum. As soon as Cui Xie arrived at the Hanlin Academy, he heard the Shuji Shi, editors, and writers in the academy all reciting his articles.
The three words Cui Meiren lingered in Cui Xie's ears, making his heart tremble.
Fortunately, he has been away from Qian'an for a long time. Not many people in Beijing know the connection between his family and Cui Meiren. Otherwise, he would be able to beat Tang Bohu with the legs of the table.
Over the years, he has tried his best to promote Ju Anzhai and downplayed Cui Meiren. He has clearly turned the public opinion around, but he still failed to save the minds of these talented people.
Failed.
After that day, I should have a good talk with Tang Bohu, so that he completely forgets the name.
Cui Xie slapped the table with grief and indignation, called together the young people who wrote the argumentative articles, and severely criticized them.
Is the canon finished? Has Your Majesty's collection of poems been completed? Is the agricultural classics finished? Holding the imperial salary and enjoying the treatment of the pavilion, I haven't finished my main job, but I have time to talk about calligraphy and painting!
He is usually friendly and friendly, and he often points out his juniors at work, and he doesn't easily blush with others. Today's stern face frightened everyone. Thinking about the work they had piled up, they turned around and went back to work in the duty room.
Cui Xie caught Tang Bohu again, and said earnestly: "Your article is indeed a famous article for commenting on painting methods, but when the word 'Cui Meiren' comes out, people can only see her beauty, and who would like to appreciate you with their hearts? Words, pondering your high theory? Besides, this painting method shouldn’t be called Cui Meiren’s painting method. It has been perfected by countless painters. The brushwork is different and the painting meaning is different.
Tang Bohu sighed: "I first heard about it, and it was called the Cui Meiren painting method. Later, although I heard that it was the Ju Anzhai painting method, after all, Cui..."
Cui Xie waved his hand to prevent him from saying those two bad words: "This kind of portrayal of Xiao Zhen has long since become a genre, and it should have an official name. You also know me and Ju Anzhai. I want to name this genre, it's called 'Photo School', what do you think?"
If you are looking for a photo, does Xiao imitate the appearance? It would be more appropriate to call it a photo pie.
Tang Bohu raised an objection, but told Master Cui to use his power to overwhelm him, and abruptly refused.
He will not give future generations the opportunity to save "Cui Meiren's Photo Album"!
The author has something to say: "Like a mirror to take a shadow, just like life" is an evaluation of Zeng Jing's Bochen school painting method