"I believe that Miss will finally have the career she wants, and she will be fine."
What she said also penetrated into Aunt Liu's heart, and she nodded: "These are also young people, and their ideas are different from ours. As long as Tang Zhengrong is safe, it will be fine."
"Now it seems that she is still worried about making money. This child has too many ideas. I hope she can lie down and have a good rest today."
This is all considered from the mother's perspective.
"But madam, it seems that the young lady has made up her mind to let you paint. Chunqin doesn't quite understand, but there should be a certain reason."
"In the future, if the young lady develops well and gets married to a good family, she will be able to live a comfortable life."
Chunqin has always been very accurate about Aunt Liu's thoughts. Sure enough, these words made Aunt Liu's heart fluctuate a little, and she seemed to have begun to think about it. Now that Tang Zhengrong is growing up, she will also consider it in the future.
When it comes to weddings, the natal family usually has to be polite only if they are the direct descendants, so she has to be prepared.
"Chunqin, you are still thoughtful about things. I didn't think about such an important matter in detail."
"Come with me to the warehouse and take a look. If you have nothing else to do, prepare some clothes for Zheng Rong. It will also be a gift for us."
Maybe mothers all over the world have the same heart, so Chunqin followed the instructions and went to look for it with Aunt Liu.
On the other side, Tang Zhengrong protected the painting against his chest and did not dare to damage it. Even for her appreciation, Aunt Liu's abilities were sufficient.
Not long after, we arrived at Prince Wen's Mansion. Standing at the door was a girl in pink clothes. She was not Wen Zhihua.
The two looked at each other as if they had some feeling. Wen Zhihua immediately laughed when he saw Tang Zhengrong's anxious face, and trotted to greet him.
"Don't worry, father will be back soon."
With that said, Wen Zhihua took Tang Zhengrong back and didn't stop until they reached the small pond where Prince Wen was standing.
"Let's wait for father here. Let me see what this painting looks like first!"
As he said this, with a look of joy on his face, Wen Zhihua had already stared at the scroll in Tang Zhengrong's arms from a distance. He must let his father praise him now!
"Looking at you like this, I just think it's good, so don't expect too much."
Should we be humble? We should be modest. Tang Zhengrong feels that this matter is still in everyone's eyes. In the current situation, what if there is a deviation in aesthetics?
It's hard to talk about such things.
But at this moment, Wen Zhihua couldn't listen to Tang Zhengrong's paintings at all, and said to himself: "I trust your vision, what does this mean?"
"Let me take a look."
As soon as you open it, the rich and light colors that appear on the picture give Wenzhi's paintings a light and ethereal feeling. The ink renderings are very smart. In addition, although the bamboos are different from those in the Empress Dowager's Palace, they are also very vivid. This kind of painting is more
It can make people immersed in the scene, rather than just looking good and just a scene without any sense of involvement.
"how is everything?"
After watching Wen Zhihua unroll the scroll, Tang Zhengrong was still very confident, but secretly glanced at Wen Zhihua's expression. People from the royal family should be exposed to these things more, so you can tell that the writing is famous.
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"Wen Zhihua! What's going on!"
But what Tang Zhengrong waited for was not Wen Zhihua's answer, but a stern male voice, which made both of them tremble. This man walked away without making a sound!
Turning his head, Wen Zhihua quickly shouted: "Father, are you back?"
Tang Zhengrong was also doing the etiquette: "Meet Prince Wen."
But Prince Wen now looked unhappy, carefully took away the painting on the table, and questioned Wen Zhi about the painting.
"You came up with the idea yourself. It would be great if you found someone capable. Why do you want to steal it?"
"Such a thing is just clever. Come with me now to apologize to the Queen Mother!"
When these words came out, Wen Zhihua and Tang Zhengrong were stunned. What was going on?
Tang Zhengrong observed Prince Wen, who seemed to be really angry. It seems that Prince Wen didn't have much experience in art appreciation and could only distinguish between good and bad. Therefore, the painting
He couldn't tell the difference in the details, so he began to blame Wen Zhihua, thinking that Wen Zhihua had committed the theft.
"Father! This was painted by the painter my friend found!"
The voice of grievance came out, and Wen Zhihua's behavior made Tang Zhengrong unable to stop laughing. The father and daughter were really funny.
Hearing what Wen Zhihua said, Prince Wen was stunned, and then he opened it and took a look.
There seems to be something different. There is also a feeling of ink on the fingertips. It is always the closest and has not dried out yet.
It was then that Prince Wen realized that he had wrongly blamed Wen Zhihua, and the situation was quite embarrassing.
But after thinking about it, Prince Wen became excited again.
"Yes, father is a little confused. Now it seems that it is not the original work from the Queen Mother."
"Where is the painter now? Come quickly, the Queen Mother will be delighted to see such a painting!"
After all, he is also a child of the royal family. After so many years of contact, he still knows what he likes about the Queen Mother.
Looking at Prince Wen helplessly, Wen Zhihua pointed to Tang Zhengrong standing next to him: "Father, it was the painter my friend found for me. None of ours were good before, so she came to help. It seems that this painting is OK.
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Only then did Prince Wen look at Tang Zhengrong, who was about the same age as Wen Zhihua.
"Who are you."
"Prince Wen, I am Tang Zhengrong, the daughter of Duke Tang. I met Wen Zhihua in school."
This name was very familiar. Wen Zhihua was often by Prince Wen's side, and whenever he had free time, he began to talk to his father about things around her. Only then did Prince Wen match the name of Tang Zhengrong with the person.
"It turns out that you are the daughter of Duke Tang. Wen Zhihua often talks about you."
"Can you find this painter? The price depends on what he wants. Our estimated expenditure is 5,000 taels of silver."
This expense was large enough, and Tang Zhengrong's jaw dropped when he heard it, but these were all reactions from his heart, and he still looked relatively calm on the face.
Originally, she thought that after making money, she could let Aunt Liu show her face according to her plan.
So he didn't tell Wen Zhihua that it was his mother's painting at first, but now it's five thousand taels. Doesn't this seem a bit like cheating his friends? Tang Zhengrong felt a little uneasy.
"Prince Wen, I can find this person to paint, but can the identity be kept secret? After I talk to Wen Zhihua about the details, let her talk to the prince?"
Seeing that Tang Zhengrong seemed to have something unspeakable, Prince Wen did not pursue it. The problem that had been worrying him for a long time was solved, and there was no need to think too much about these details.
"Of course, you are Zhihua's friend. If you can help us this time, I will also thank you heavily!"