Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 2 King Li proposes marriage
A piece of rice paper was spread out on the desk in the hall, Jing Chun deliberately hid his right hand covered with willow charcoal dust, and said, "This is the flower picker according to Ms. Liang's dictation. I wonder if Mr. Liang has seen it before?"

On the drawing paper is a handsome man, but overall he is not weak, his lips are slightly pursed, but there is a lot of affection in it.

Song Yiwen also came over, but he could only shake his head. He had only been in office for more than two months, and the people in Beijing couldn't even recognize him.

Mr. Liang was worried. He glanced hastily, not expecting to recognize the person in the painting, but he seemed a little surprised when he saw the portrait, "How could it be him?"

Seeing Mr. Liang's expression, Song Yiwen guessed something and said, "Do you know Mr. Liang?"

"It's just that we have met a few times, so it's not considered familiar."

"Who?"

"The gardener of Shuangqing flower shop... He Yue'an, the mansion bought more than a dozen pots of daffodils from Shuangqing flower shop a few years ago, and I met him a few times in those few days and talked a little bit. but……"

Mrs. Liang stopped her tears when she heard this, "I told you that you are not allowed to play with these flowers and plants on weekdays, but you would be lucky if you lure wolves into the house and miss Shu'er's reputation..."

"Yue'an doesn't look like this kind of person..."

"Why isn't this kind of person, a mere gardener, how can he be of good character? The evidence is solid, Shu'er has never even seen his face, how can he be framed?"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Liang couldn't help sobbing again, "I only have pity on our Shu'er, the girl's family has lost her innocence, how can she count on her marriage with the Ren family?"

Mr. Liang was also a little tired of hearing it, and said angrily for a while: "Marriage, marriage, you have been thinking about marriage. If you can't make this kind of marriage, can Liang's house survive?"

It has been rumored for a long time that the Liang family has a marriage contract with the Ren family. The Ren family is also a well-known family in Beijing. It is the largest salt merchant in the capital and has close contacts with the imperial court.

If the two sides are at odds, offending the other side will be a thankless task.

Seeing this, Song Yiwen knew that he couldn't stay any longer, so he said he was going to arrest people and left.

After leaving Liang Mansion, the rain had stopped, which completely delayed the entire afternoon.

Song Yiwen asked people to arrest them, and it was getting late, so he asked Jing Chun to go back ahead of time.

After seeing the group of people leave, Jing Chun finally relieved his body, stretched his waist, and shook his sore neck a few times. All afternoon, Jing Chun was standing and had no time to sit down.

Jing Chun dipped his finger stained with black ash into a small puddle under the eaves, and the clear puddle was also smudged with black ash.

Seeing this, Jing Chun couldn't help smiling, as if she liked the moment when the mud was washed away, the ripples in the puddles gradually returned to calm, and in an instant, the smile on Jing Chun's face disappeared, and she looked blankly at the water in the reflection. of myself.

Yes, Jing Chun is still a little strange to himself like this.

The person in the reflection is not Jing Chun, or in other words, this person is not the complete Jing Chun. A month ago, Jing Chun, a modern forensic sketch artist, died suddenly, but his soul traveled through time and space. When he woke up again, he had become Jing Chun, the eldest daughter of Jing Tongchang, the second-ranked Hanlin Academy of Yanguo Hanlin Painting Academy.

A gust of cold wind came, Jing Chun rubbed his trembling shoulders, thought of the charcoal fire in Liang Lingshu's room, and laughed at himself: "Why don't you wear it on someone with a good life? What official father is willing to let his child suffer?" Cold and hungry."

However, Jing Chun's father was willing to do so, if it wasn't because His Royal Highness King Li ordered to choose relatives, Jing Tongchang might have forgotten about this daughter who was fostered outside.

Jing Chun was fostered by her aunt's house in Gusu for ten years. Although her aunt treated Jing Chun well at first, she was dependent on others after all. Jing Chun had to follow his uncle's wink in what he said and did. What kind of outrageous behavior, after a long time, the number of times Jing Chun is used is no longer rare, if there are foreigners staying overnight, Jing Chun can only eat and live with the maids, let alone have no status to speak of.

After finally waiting for his father to be recalled, it was a pity that he had already froze to death on the road in the middle of winter before seeing his biological father.

However, even in his own home, Jing Chun couldn't live freely, and his food and drink expenses were deducted on weekdays, and the winter didn't go away, and the charcoal fire was all deducted.

Jing Chun no longer wants to live under the fence of others, no matter how hard this winter is, Jing Chun has to survive, she really has no other place to go except Jing's mansion.

After catching up with the painting test in Jingzhao Mansion ten days ago, Jing Chun passed all the tests and unexpectedly reached the end and became the only female painter in Jingzhao Mansion.

But Jing Chun is not a "formal worker" yet. To put it bluntly, Jing Chun belongs to the "trial period". After one month, if Jing Chun's ability is feasible, he can stay in Jingzhao Mansion; if not, he can only go back home.

Jing Chun thought that there was nothing out of the ordinary in the past ten days, and the painter was not bad, so he could only think in a good direction. It is a good thing to be able to stay, at least there is no shortage of coal for the winter next year.

While walking on the long street, he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance. Jing Chun stopped and looked over.

The carriage also noticed the muddy long street after the rain, so it deliberately slowed down a bit. Then, more than a dozen carriages followed behind, pulled by the driver, and the wooden boxes on the carriages were also pasted with bright red happy characters. , it is not difficult to guess which girl's marriage it should be.

This is a battle that is not comparable to a group of ordinary people. You must be a third-rank official. Many people stopped and praised which girl was so lucky to get such a generous gift.

"Isn't this the carriage of His Highness Li Wang?" One person recognized it, "Which family is His Royal Highness Li asking for?"

A tea guest also looked at it from a distance and only heard: "It doesn't matter whose house it is, it's not my house anyway."

As soon as this statement came out, many people burst into laughter, laughing at the majestic King Li for choosing his wife so casually.

"I heard that many ladies in the capital spent a lot of money on the portrait that was sent to the princess. If we just choose one with our eyes closed, wouldn't those ladies suffer a big loss?"

Many people gathered at the tea guest table, wanting to listen to a paragraph carefully.

"Who let His Highness Prince Li know about the painter's bribery, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen one while blindfolded?"

Many people sighed, not because His Royal Highness Li Wang chose his concubine at will, but because the money given away was confiscated in this way, who would not feel it a pity?

"I think I'm afraid I'll choose an ugly girl, otherwise why wouldn't the news be released?"

Someone suddenly whispered: "I heard that she is really ugly, with a pockmarked face..."

"Then His Highness Prince Li can't divorce his wife even if he wants to. He has made his choice, and he has to lift his hijab despite gritting his teeth..." After hearing this, the tea guests smiled again and no longer cared about the confiscated money. From their point of view, marrying an ugly girl by the royal family undoubtedly lowers the status of the royal family, and it seems that the royal family is not an unattainable gesture...

Jing Chun had indeed heard that His Royal Highness Li Wang chose his concubines with his eyes closed, only because when he was choosing portraits, he found that more than a dozen people looked very similar. The two silver ones painted similar portraits under the same aesthetics, which is good. Many painters who took bribes were found out at once, and the Hanlin Academy of Painting also hired and lost several painters because of this incident.

But except for the portrait of himself, the rest had nothing to do with Jing Chun. Besides, Jing Chun was not pockmarked, and had nothing to do with him. After listening to a few comments, Jing Chun left, and the sound of the carriage in front of him It also gradually drifted away, and the long street after the rain began to be lively again.

(End of this chapter)