Princess Fuyao

Chapter 159 Peach Blossom Club ([-])
Fuyao didn't get angry at all, what good could be the result of reasoning with these people?She continued to talk to Grandma Shang calmly: "My portrait level is not that high, but the way I draw it is different from people. Do you want one, sister-in-law?"

"Ah——, no, I want the county lord to draw a picture of Huzi. It just happens to be his birthday today!"

"Oh, a small portrait as a souvenir for the young master?" Seeing that Grandma Shang didn't understand what she meant, Fuyao hurriedly added, "When the child grows up, he can also know what he looked like when he was young."

"Yes, yes!" Grandma felt that Fuyao's proposal was really good, but she murmured in her heart, saying that the county lord painted a very similar person, could it be exactly the same?

Come on, come on, then what to do seriously, regardless of whether it looks like it or not, if it can leave a general appearance for the child, it is considered a thought.Seeing my sister-in-law coming to call her, the eldest grandma took Fuyao's arm: "Let's go!"

Miss Shang came in with a few more girls, Chang Yajun, Chang Yujun, and Yan Fengying were all there.

"The county mistress!" Yajun greeted Fuyao, she was always so graceful.

But Yujun took Fuyao's arm: "Sister Ji, long time no see!"

Behind Fuyao, the girls from the Liang family winked and whispered, they were nothing more than country women, arrogance, good luck, etc. They were all nonsense, and Fuyao was very surprised that the female family members of the Shang family came to the capital, why did they make friends with such a group of women .

Grandma Shang invited the girls in the house to enjoy the flowers on the mountain.Going out from the back door of Zhuangzi, you can see the sea of ​​flowers beyond sight. Walking along the winding path for a short distance, you will come to a flat earth dam, where the trees are sparse, and the ground is covered with green and fluffy grass. Walking on it is soft and loose, Fuyao wears embroidered shoes with soft soles, not to mention how comfortable they are.

Hao Ruomei had already arrived first, she came to say hello to Fuyao, but was stopped by Chang Yajun: "Don't, at my aunt's house, I was so kind to her, but when things came to an end, I was stepped on, hum! Good news."

Hao Ruomei was very upset. Chang Yajun and Fuyao made a fuss, but they didn't allow him to greet her. What's the reason?She couldn't help but slander in her heart: What do you mean someone stepped on you? Did you get your reputation by being humbled by others?Painting is not as good as others, just go home and practice hard, if you can't compare, you are willing to admit defeat, why should others let you?She is usually a little reluctant to have the false name of the four famous ladies, but her mother likes it, and she just can't bear to make her mother sad.

Fuyao was discussing with his grandmother how to draw a portrait of the little tiger, but he didn't pay attention to the situation here.

Since we are here to enjoy the flowers, it is necessary to talk about poetry and painting. Grandma Shang has already prepared a table and pens and inks. Almost all the ladies who come today are noble women who can paint. Facing the beautiful scenery, everyone rolls up their sleeves enthusiastically.

"Miss Mistress, there are too many people here, I'm afraid the children won't get used to it, why don't you paint in a secluded place nearby?" Grandma Shang asked.

"it is good!"

Not far away, there is a small flat land. The young master of the Shang family was carried by the nanny and put into a red-painted wooden stroller. The little guy has inherited his grandfather's appearance from generation to generation, with big eyes, a strong body, and a tiger head and a tiger brain. , how cute and cute.

With the paper, pen and table ready, Fuyao began to observe and think.

Grandma Shang was bored on the side, she kept glancing over there, and Fuyao looked back at her like this, knowing that she wanted to go and play.

"Grandma, I can't be disturbed in front of my painting, or, why don't you go over there and have a look?"

Grandma Shang was very happy to hear that, said a few polite words, and walked away.

Fuyao looked at the painting utensils he had brought, which were brushes, ink, inkstone, and some paints, so he asked the servant girl to bring a large box of ink pills.

Although it is good for children to bask in the sun, but the wind is strong on the mountain, Fuyao still has to solve the problem quickly with a black and white sketch.While repairing the ink pill with a knife, she stared at the child carefully.Portrait painting is to grasp the characteristics, this is accurate, the painting is like it.Little Huzi has a round face and big eyes, a small person with black eyebrows that look mighty, this look is the best to draw.After watching it, Fuyao's subordinates moved quickly.Grandma Shang couldn't let go when she went to play, and within two quarters of an hour, she turned back, the outline of the child had already appeared on the screen, and the wooden stroller she was sitting on was also there, and Fuyao was carefully repairing the painting.

"It really looks like it!" The grandma couldn't help but praised, and said in her heart, the county lord is not modest, it's because his subordinates are really capable, none of the paintings I saw just now is more similar to this one.

Grandma Shang watched Fuyao's painting, looked at it for a while, and revised a few strokes. The villain in the painting became more and more attractive.

On the drawing paper, Shang Huzi is stretching out his chubby little hands, pedaling a stroller, with big black eyes, trying to catch a little bee not far away. He looks naive, not to mention cute.

Miss Shang saw that her sister-in-law hadn't come over for a while, so she came over to see what was going on. She also had a little companion by her side, who was Chang Yajun's distant cousin Chang Yanjun.

"Feng'er, it must be that Master Fu is too deserted here alone, and he is pulling sister-in-law to talk." Chang Yanjun said.

Shang Fengchun didn't speak, but actually agreed in his heart that Ji Fuyao was neglected by everyone, and his sister-in-law, as the master, had no choice but to ignore her, but Hecai got stuck.

The two places are not far away, and they arrived in a short while. Seeing his sister-in-law standing behind Fuyao staring blankly at the drawing paper, Shang Fengchun was very surprised. He didn't care about his little nephew seeing her screaming and writhing happily in the stroller, Shang Fengchun Quietly walked over.

"Oh, it's just like a tiger's son!" She was a quick-talking girl, and she woke up the two who were fascinated.

"It's not how, when I saw it at first glance, I thought it was a tiger cub, and I almost hugged and kissed it!" Grandma Shang exaggeratedly praised.

My painting skills are average in that society, but in this time and space, she is the first one, and Fuyao has practiced accurate calligraphy. How can this sister-in-law be surprised?

You must know that Dayong is still purely Chinese painting, with artistic conception as the first priority, while Western painting techniques such as sketching seek accurate shapes and high levels to draw artistic conception.

Shang Fengchun stared blankly at the painting, feeling a little dazed for a while, didn't it mean that Ji Fuyao was just trying to gain fame and reputation?If this ability is just a vain appearance, then how high is the real ability?Chang Yanjun praised her cousin for being so good, but she also saw it just now, so it's not as good as Ji Fuyao.

Shang Fengchun didn't say anything, feeling very awkward in his heart.

The servant girl took Fuyao to wash her hands, Chang Yanjun curled her lips and whispered: "Huh, what are you painting, feel free to take it out. Painting is about painting first. A good painting doesn't have to resemble the original, but The spirit of things should be drawn, the little prince painted by Lord Fu is like a doll in a New Year painting, that is..., 呿! You dare to show it off, and you don’t feel ugly and shameful?"

Grandma Shang and her sisters-in-law didn’t know how to paint, so they didn’t dare to say too much, they just murmured in their minds, could it be that it’s not good to paint like them?

"Hu Zi has been playing outside for a long time. Mama Gu will take him back to nurse and take a nap." Grandma Shang reminded her nanny in a disinterested manner, but she still cherished the painting. After all, it was about her son. Can be thought of.

Suddenly there was a burst of applause. It turned out that someone was dancing a sword at the foot of the hillside. The silver light shone like satin, shining and moving, but there was a menacing chill in the lightness. This was by no means an ordinary sword dance. It's real work.

Hearing a roar, the sword dancer closed his posture perfectly, he was not shaking or panting, and his face was not even sweating, which won a lot of praise.

Fuyao stood on a big rock and looked down, hey!Silver tiger?What is he here for?Are you going on a blind date too?Knowing that the noble daughters in Beijing would not go to northern Xinjiang to live the kind of hard life that is far away from their relatives and is full of ice and snow for half a year.

Fuyao wanted to laugh, but Yinhu thought he was rich and powerful, so he must be omnipotent.Unexpectedly, his momentum was too far away, and the people in the capital couldn't feel it, so naturally they didn't notice it.As for money, it is not omnipotent, it is hard to buy permanent residence with money!Does he have the ability to make northern Xinjiang less unbearably cold?Money is useless!As a result, after traveling around the capital for three months, Yinhu's marriage has not yet been finalized.

Two bright yellow paws passed by not far away, so there was a princess coming, no wonder Yinhu was performing.Once at a banquet in the palace, Yinhu met the eighth princess, born to the empress, and fell in love at first sight. The eighth princess loved the night pearl the size of a longan bestowed by the emperor. A big contribution goes up.Rumor has it that the Eighth Princess was so moved that if it wasn't for the Queen's refusal, the marriage is now done.

Not seeing Liang Mingrui, Fuyao felt a little disappointed in his heart. He was laughing and laughing just now, but now there is no sound.

Where have they all gone?Is it a conspiracy to be caught?Fuyao went to apologize to Grandma Shang, and wanted to take a look down the mountain.

"Miss Mistress, dinner will be served soon, I have already sent servants to prepare meals for you here." Grandma Shang said anxiously.

Fuyao put his feet back and comforted himself: For General Shang's sake, let's restrain ourselves a bit today.

"Miss Mistress, can you also draw a portrait of me?" Shang Fengchun begged gently tugging at Fuyao's sleeve.

"Okay!" Fuyao looked at her face, "Why don't you let me put on some makeup for you? You have a three-point appearance and a seven-point dress. Miss Shang's appearance is still very good. She has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a small mouth. The beauty of the country is just the makeup you painted, it is not the current fashion in the capital, otherwise she is not another beauty in the capital?" Fuyao said sincerely.

Shang Fengchun was very unhappy when she heard the negative words, Yan Fengying even praised her beauty, and the four famous ladies didn't say bad things when they saw her, this county mistress...

(End of this chapter)