Now that Zheng Qiyan is in the house, Jintong naturally cannot be as free as before, leaving the house whenever she wants. So in addition to doing housework every day, she basically spends the afternoon in the study, reading, writing, and drawing, or racking her brains.
He was planning something with his brain, so Zheng Qiyan showed up grandly and took up a place in the study. With nothing to do that day, Zheng Qiyan wandered to the new study to accompany Jintong.
Jintong's newly-arranged study room was huge, comparable to the hall of "Jiqing Hall". Facing it was a huge nanmu bookcase with carved patterns and grass, which was extremely complicated and exquisite. There was a natural branch-shaped shelf above, with all kinds of large and small pens.
Hanging like the roots of a banyan tree, dozens of inkstones are arranged in an orderly manner. On some of them, you can see the different colors of ink on them. Jintong is painting at his desk.
Zheng Qiyan remembered that Jintong was very good at meticulous and heavy-color flower and bird paintings and freehand landscape paintings. Zheng Qiyan also admired a woman who could master such a polarizing style.
He was wandering around the study. On the shelf on the left was a Ru kiln flower bag filled with peony flowers after heavy rain. The whole study was filled with a fresh fragrance. Then there was a whole wall of books.
Zheng Qiyan was basically tired of reading about astronomy, geography, and strange stories, and was not very interested.
Zheng Qiyan walked and watched. There were twelve camphor wood boxes lined up against the wall on the right. The patterns carved on them were novel, representing the scenery of the four seasons in various places in Dayi Dynasty.
Zheng Qiyan randomly opened a camphor wood box and took a look. It was full of scrolls. He took out a scroll and his face turned dark instantly. The painting showed an elegant man like a god. The man's facial features and clothes were outlined in extremely delicate and lifelike ways, and his body was
The demeanor and even the expression between the brows and eyes were all described with precision and expressiveness. Zheng Qiyan frowned and thought about it for a moment, well, I guess it's Cen Yixiao's.
In the picture, Cen Yixiao is wearing a light green scholar's shirt and is in a bamboo forest. He is holding a beautifully patterned bamboo tube with the words "Bamboo Leaf Green" written on it. He is leaning against a rugged strange rock. The lines on the strange rock vaguely form the word "Xiaoyao".
Character.
Zheng Qiyan thought of the eight hundred embroideries similar to this picture by Aunt Chu, and was puzzled. She simply stuffed the scroll back roughly and walked to Jintong to ask for more information.
Thinking about it carefully, I felt that I was making a fuss. He was a majestic Marquis of Pingning who led an army of millions. Such a small intestine and chicken tripe would definitely be laughed at by Jintong, so he continued to take out a few scrolls to appreciate. Fortunately, everything happened next.
Among the pictures of mountains and lakes, poems, songs, and even pictures of beauties, that guy Cen Yixiao only appeared once. I guess Jintong didn't care much about him.
Moreover, one of the paintings is of Jintong's subordinate named Xiaohong (that is, Danzhu. Jintong's personal maids are all named after their colors. Zheng Qiyan is too lazy to remember those names that he finds difficult to pronounce, so Danzhu is called Xiaohong by him.
Red, plain white equals Xiaobai, and so on.) This painting was specially painted by Jintong for Danzhu and Wu Ping when they got married. In fact, he didn’t just paint one, Jintong chose the best one as a gift.
Give it to them. In the painting, Danzhu and Wu Ping are both wearing wedding clothes and sitting side by side on a cave. Both of them are painted in detail and lifelike.
Zheng Qiyan felt a little relieved when he saw that Jintong had painted other people in such detail, not only Cen Yixiao. It seemed that his little wife just liked to paint people occasionally. Zheng Qiyan comforted himself and walked towards Jintong.
Jin Che's glassware and craftsmanship are getting more and more mature. Jin Tong has been painting these days and is preparing to make a few more blueprints so that Jin Che can continue to play with new tricks. Zheng Qiyan came over to admire Jin Tong's paintings and was determined to give up.
, thinking about how to ask Jintong about Zhuyeqing.
Jintong planned to ask Jin Che to bake a set of twelve couplets of hundreds of flowers. He was currently painting Roses and Tangdi in March, and planned to have the Book of Songs written by Old Man Gongsun. But he found that he could only read the pronunciation, and whether there was a traditional Chinese character for any character.
She wasn't sure how to write it.
Their generation is like this. Parents have been gulping down dates since they were young, forcing their children to recite many Tang poems, Song lyrics, Yuan operas, and even the Book of Songs, Li Sao, etc. without explaining what these poems and songs express. Anyway, they just memorize them.
.If you turn your back, you will be rewarded!
Normally, she would look up the "Dayi Dictionary" by herself, but since Zheng Qiyan was here, she didn't have to waste her eyesight. Jintong shamelessly asked Zheng Qiyan who was leaning over, and she pulled out a piece of paper: "Husband, I read
,you write!"
Zheng Qiyan hummed and picked up the pen.
Jintong read: "Tangdi: You are the best in the world. When you are drinking, the brothers are happy and happy. The wives are good together, like drums and harps. The brothers are playing, and they are happy and beautiful. It is good for your family to be happy.
Your wife's money is just a picture, it's just the way it is."
After Zheng Qiyan finished writing, he jokingly teased Jintong: "Tongtong, which words in this can't you write? I'll teach you!"
Jintong's little mouth became flat. Does this guy know what it means to see through something but not tell it? Does she have no shame?
Jintong rolled his eyes and asked Zheng Qiyan with a smile: "Husband, you can write whatever I say!"
Zheng Qiyan nodded reservedly and said "Yeah", indicating that there was no need to say it!
So, Jintong held an orchid finger, straightened his back, and spoke eloquently: "The devil is the devil, the devil is the devil! The two are singing together, the fire is burning, the water is clear?, the earth is Guiyao?! The bird is alone, working together, walking alone,
The enlightenment. The continuous melons are worshiped as a model. The dragons are moving and the horns are in the corners. The pingting is graceful, the tears are pouring, the croaking is endless, and the grass is not peeling. The sigh, the squatting, the gluttonous, the gluttonous, the squatting, the gluttonous, Covet and discord!
"
Zheng Qiyan watched Jintong's bright red lips open and close, and read a long string of words in a very rhythmic manner, then looked at him with great pride.
Zheng Qiyan: "..." Is he shameless?
He gritted his teeth and said, "If you can, read the exact same words again!"
Jintong is really capable!
She put her hands on her small waist, held up her big "evil" weapon, and spoke in a sultry voice: "郃魉鈭鬬鬑雳魔魔魍鉉! Another double click, the fire is burning, the water is clearing?, the earth is guiyao?! Qingqing
Lonely, cowardly, walking alone, enlightened. The continuous melons are regarded as the standard, the dragons are rolling, and the horns are in the corner. The pingting is graceful, the tears are pouring, the chattering is endless, and it is not weeding. Taotie, Taotie,
Prison, covet, and discord! The beast yokes the Xuan, the parents are not immoral, and they slay the larvae. They punish Zang or not, criticize the current shortcomings, row upon row, one by one." Then he held up his little head and continued.
He squinted at Zheng Qiyan triumphantly.
Damn it, they are exactly the same, which is intolerable!
Zheng Qiyan simply carried Jintong to the imperial concubine's bed where she could rest, and prostituted her during the day. After training her, she thought about it with satisfaction.
Jintong buried his whole body under the quilt: This beast! Can't it be like her that she can't talk but not move... and other body parts? I'm so angry! Hmph!