Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

The days are fleeting, and the autumn of Daqi is coming unexpectedly.

The golden ginkgo tree is swaying with the wind in the blue sky. Looking up at the sky, the mottled light and shadow are projected into the yard from the gaps in the leaves.

Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio in Beijing has been open for more than a month.

Wan Yan was sitting in the courtyard, copying another handed down work by the famous teacher Wen Daoyan: "Purple Qi Comes from the East".

In the painting, the wisteria has luxuriant branches and leaves, and the leaves and leaves are connected, hanging proudly on the branches in clusters, and the spirit birds hide in pairs among them.

Wan Yan concentrates on brushing, and outlines the bird's sharp beak, as if chirping and frolicking, very happy.

Lu Mingyu held her breath and walked to Wan Yan's side to watch quietly, it was a picture of a safe and joyful purple air coming from the east.

"Why? Stand behind me and don't speak." Wan Yan put down her brush and stretched her arms.

"I dare not disturb you. You have been painting for more than ten days. I am afraid that if you are not careful, your painting will be destroyed."

Wan Yan smiled, "You are arranging me, you know that this is already the third painting I have done."

Lu Mingyu blushed slightly, and hurriedly defended: "I've been busy in the front yard, but I didn't come here just to make fun of you."

It was only then that Wan Yan noticed that Lu Mingyu was holding a blueberry-colored satin brocade box in his hand, "I'm kidding, you're still so thin-skinned when Brother Miao is by your side."

Lu Mingyu bit her lower lip and stomped her foot, "You still talk about me, in front of Master Su, you are still eloquent, it seems like a different person."

Wan Yan lowered her eyes, and she didn't know why, since she came back from Lingjiang Mansion, she was shy and shy in front of adults, and she was no longer as timid as before.

When she disagrees with adults, she can also argue with reason.

Especially when the adult approached her from time to time, and when she was not prepared to sneak up on her, the little girl would push him away with a slap in the face.

My lord, it's becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Lu Mingyu carried the brocade box, weighed it curiously, and said, "Wanyan, this is the first sweet-scented osmanthus cake in golden autumn, sent by Madam Wu'anhou."

"I said, I smell a nice scent of sweet-scented osmanthus."

"The servant from the Marquis of Wu'an sent it over. I was afraid of disturbing your copying, so I told him to put down his things and go back."

With a smile on her face, Wan Yan stretched out her hand to take the food box, "Madam Song is my noble person, you know, she introduced so many ladies to me, tailor-made clothes made me a lot of money, I always wanted Now, how can I thank her?"

"That's not easy, design a few more sets of clothes?"

"Ms. Song's clothes are enough to wear, even if I pack her clothes for all seasons, it's no problem. I'm thinking, what special intentions do I have?"

"This... I'm not good at giving gifts. At the beginning, I wanted to give you a gift to express my heart, and I was so bald."

Wan Yan laughed, "I like the champagne you embroidered very much, and I keep it with me all the time."

Saying that, Wan Yan took out a champagne from her sleeve.

Water pink lotus lace, champagne is soft, just like Wanyan's beautiful and delicate face.

Lu Mingyu was very happy, "In terms of embroidery, you are much better than me, but I'm glad you like me."

The moment the champagne was taken out, a puff of white sandalwood rushed into Wanyan's nose.

She suddenly remembered the piece of white sandalwood she found from the spice shop when she was preparing the paint last night.

"Mingyu, what do you think I'll make fragrant pills for Mrs. Wu'anhou?"

"Of course." Lu Mingyu has long known that Wanyan has the ability to make incense, and the sachet in her purse is made by Wanyan himself.

The taste is light and elegant, fresh like chrysanthemum, Lu Mingyu likes it very much.

"But incense pills are not expensive, would it be petty to give them to Mrs. Song?"

"Absolutely not." Lu Mingyu reassured, "To tell you the truth, Madam Wu Anhou doesn't lack anything, what she lacks is her heart and special things. I heard you said that Madam Song used incense, which you made by yourself. The taste is so unique, Mrs. Wu Anhou must like it."

"you're right."

Wan Yan became interested, "I've been thinking about this question yesterday, especially when I found a few pieces of white sandalwood a few days ago, a good thing deserves a noble person, so it's decided."

Lu Mingyu was very curious, "Wan Yan, how do you make your spices?"

Wan Yan smiled and said, "How should I put it, the process is very complicated, and there are many ingredients, so make it little by little."

"Then how do you know how much to use and which one goes with which?"

Wan Yan covered her mouth with a scented handkerchief, how would she tell Lu Mingyu that she was gifted in smelling fragrance and had a dog nose?

Wan Yan smiled without answering, and changed the subject: "I thought of what to do, make Suhexiang pills and give it to Mrs. Wu'anhou."

"Su Hexiang Wan? It sounds so noble." Lu Mingyu looked envious.

"Do you know why your sachet has a subtle yet long-lasting fragrance?"

Lu Mingyu shook her head.

"I added a little rue to it. Although it's not expensive, it tastes very special. It's your own fragrance. When I first smelled it, I thought it was suitable for you."

Lu Mingyu thought it was amazing, "Don't tell me, I can't smell it myself. Brother Miao and the little sisters in the neighborhood say that I smell good. Wan Yan, you have a pair of dexterous and magical hands."

"So, don't listen to the noble name of this Suhexiang pill, your fragrance also belongs to you alone, unique."

Lu Mingyu smiled and praised, "You said you can paint, perfume, and design clothes. What else can you not? Tell me, how much money have you earned?"

Wan Yan was satisfied from the bottom of her heart, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

Speaking of money, it can be said that there is no need to worry about food and clothing now, not only to support the adults, but the life of the Su family is prosperous now.

"It's just that there is still some distance from my goal. Now the calligraphy and painting studio is in normal operation. Liu Ya and I have a plan to open the Jinhua Embroidery Workshop to the capital."

Annoyed, Wan Yan made a gesture of counting silver with her fingers, "But this is far from enough."

Lu Mingyu's eyes were full of envy, "Wan Yan, your little person contains great energy. When we were trapped in the cellar, I knew you were different. In the future when your embroidery workshop opens, I will do embroidery work." mother."

"Your embroidery work is definitely one of the best."

Two little girls are imagining a bright future, and a little stone pokes its head out from the moon gate.

"Sister, there is a guest in the front yard, I can't handle it, sister come quickly."

Wan Yan and Lu Mingyu looked at each other, and walked over quickly.

Qingyang Calligraphy and Painting Studio in Beijing is located in Ping'an Lane, with a small facade, elegant and clear.

The calligraphy and painting studio faces south, and the windows look out to the solemn stone wall of gray bricks and tiles of Wende private school.

Wan Yan's gaze is not wrong.

Since the opening of the Calligraphy and Painting Studio, it has become a must-visit place for elementary school students after school. No matter whether you want to buy things or not, when you walk in here, you will be surrounded by paintings, calligraphy and ink, and you can't help but immerse yourself in comfort.

At this moment, the sound of reciting a book came from the private school, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was standing in front of a picture scroll that Wan Yan copied, holding a champagne in her hand, looking at it from side to side.

Hearing footsteps, the little girl looked up.

She wears blue-sleeved dyed brocade on the upper body, and a light purple and white silk silk dress on the lower body. Emerald hibiscus and silver hairpins are inserted in the exquisite cloud temples, and a sachet of folded flowers is hung on the waist. Phoebe fragrance.

Wan Yan concentrated, the little girl's outfit is worth some silver taels, but it's all out-of-season old models.

For example, this dyed and woven brocade was a very popular style in Beijing two years ago.

After returning to the capital this time, Wan Yan found that the noble ladies in the capital and girls from rich families no longer wore such clothes.

The little girl is young, with sharp eyes, she seems to be someone who likes to dress up, but with such outdated attire, Wan Yan can't figure out her identity.

"Girl, what can I do for you?"

Wan Yan's voice was melodious and clear, with a soft tone, as beautiful as a trickling spring, and her delicate and soft face made the eyes of the little girl in front of the scroll shine.

"Are you the shopkeeper?"

Lu Mingyu walked up to the little girl, stretched out her hand as a gesture of invitation, "This is my shopkeeper, if you have any needs, please tell my shopkeeper."

Wan Yan nodded, "The little girl is not very talented, although she is not proficient in all the paintings of famous artists, if the girl needs it, we can discuss it. I don't know what to call this girl?"

The little girl smiled, "Forgive me for the inconvenient disclosure of the name, I want to know about the paintings of master Wen Daoyan, can you introduce one or two?"

Lu Mingyu recommended with a smile, "The girl has found the right person. Regardless of my young age, the shopkeeper knows Master Wen best. Look at the four paintings here. No matter the background or the painting style, the shopkeeper will tell the girl clearly."

The little girl was eager and delighted, "Really? That's great. To be honest, I don't know much about painting, but I want to know what paintings Master Wen has drawn?"

Wan Yan has been observing the little girl. When she was speaking, her knees were tightly closed, her eyes were half downcast, and she didn't look at anyone. After finishing her sentence, she quickly raised her eyes and immediately lowered her eyes.

This is the result of the training of the maidservant of the rich family.

The little girl is pinching the champagne, but she doesn't change her movements according to her mood like Wan Yan.

She remained motionless in one posture all the time, no matter what her mood was, holding the Shangra in her hand, she remained motionless.

Wan Yan took a step forward, "Does the girl want to give it away or enjoy it alone?"

With the little girl's outfit, Wan Yan also wanted to make this deal.

"I... just want to ask."

"Well, it should be. Whether you give it to someone or appreciate it yourself, you must first have a little understanding of Master Wen's painting style."

This reminded Wan Yan of his lord, when he first arrived in Tongshan Mansion, he bought her copied painting and hung it in his study, and that painting is still hanging in his dormitory.

The adults said that it was a promise of love between the two of them.

His thoughts drifted away, but he was pulled back by the little girl's chuckle, "Yes, so please give me a brief introduction from the shopkeeper. I don't have much time, so I hope the shopkeeper can understand quickly."

"It turns out that Master Wen's paintings were bold and unrestrained in his early years, and he was good at figures. In his later years, he retired to the mountains and forests. His painting style is pure and indifferent, leaning towards mountains and rivers, and the characters are of different shapes and colors. For example, the painting of Shanghe, in the later period, he focused on nature, and the seasons change, and there are many depictions."

The little girl nodded, dissatisfied, "That's right, that's not what I mean. I want to know what paintings Master Wen has painted. Do you have them here? Fakes are also okay. I want to know how much his paintings are worth. "

Wan Yan was taken aback, "The girl wants to know what Master Wen has painted?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's best for me to see all the paintings he draws."

"This... Excuse me for the small store, Master Wen has countless paintings, but my calligraphy and painting studio only has a few fakes."

The little girl showed disappointment, "After talking so much, I thought you could help me and waste so much of my time. Well, I won't bother you anymore."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave in a panic, but at a glance, he saw Xiao Shitou coming from the backyard with a picture of "Purple Qi coming from the East", whistling.

The little girl pointed at the painting and smiled.