Wen Xi lived in the Qingfengchi Pavilion, which was the closest to Kangxi. It was built next to Qingchi. The rockery stacked with Taihu stones in the courtyard of the pavilion was quite strange and steep, with alternating earth and rocks. The piles were natural. Three tall and straight Podocarpus pine trees were planted on the side of the rockery.
It has strong stems, simple and elegant style, luxuriant branches and leaves, and dense greenery, which adds a lot of vitality in winter. The Qingfengchi Pavilion has a cloister in the courtyard with exquisite Su paintings and lifelike figures and flowers; the main hall has carved beams and painted pillars, and cornices and brackets, which are also gorgeous and elegant in the palace.
A place that still retains its charm.
In the inner room, there are many narcissus cultivated in water in small glazed basins, which have a much more elegant smell than burning incense.
When they arrived at the palace, Wen Xi thought of the beauties presented by local officials. Qing Sha replied: "Master, they are all placed in the Songfeng Pavilion and Xuelan Garden in the westernmost corner. The emperor has an order that they are not allowed to move around at will!"
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Wen Xi hesitated and said, "Is there a painter in this palace?"
Qingsha smiled and said: "Of course there are, there are quite a few more! I heard that there is a Western painter named An!"
"Your surname is An?" Wen Xi raised her eyebrows.
"Isn't it? His name is Angelo!"
In the whole courtyard, the most beautiful scenery is Yunweixian Pavilion. The places nearby are inevitably desolate in winter, but here the tiger-footed plum blossoms are already blooming with yellow clouds, and the cold fragrance is refreshing. Unfortunately, it is far away and is located in the palace.
Normally no one would come to the northeastern corner. But Wen Xi came and summoned the Western painter, summoned all the beauties donated by local officials, and also invited Concubine De, Concubine Fu, Noble Ping, Noble Cao, etc.
All the noble people from Gualjia came to admire it. Naturally, they were not admiring the plum blossoms, but the beauties.
Wenxi came in a carriage. She leisurely enjoyed the scenery along the way and chatted with Concubine De about the journey. The blessed concubine Tumen Baoyin, the noble Hesheli Lingyi, the noble Cao family, and the noble Guar's good words
We had no choice but to walk here, and it took some time. Although we arrived a little late, we were all here. However, we were tired from the work of the beautiful women, who were all panting and panting slightly, and their foreheads were dripping with sweat.
The delicate body was frail and already exhausted. Wenxi glanced at it and found that 70% of them were women with small feet. They were all charming, soft, and delicate. Wenxi just said that he had sent a painter to paint for them. These paintings would be presented to the emperor.
Look, they came here one by one, even earlier than Wen Xi.
"Greetings to the Imperial Concubine, may the Imperial Concubine be blessed!" They all knelt down and bowed in unison. Their voices were so soft and disgusting. Only now did Wen Xi understand why E Niang Shu Shujue Luo hated women with small feet so much.
Even if one or two women are placed next to their husbands, they will look so delicate and naturally seductive. Anyone who changes them will be very angry, right?
Wen Xi smiled brightly and told them to get up. Surrounded by hundreds of beauties, they really should be painted and kept. Because Wen Xi was coming, Yunwei Fairy Pavilion had been heated with charcoal fire early. The main hall was covered with snow, and the doors and windows were of high quality.
The patterns of "Ten Thousand Characters Brocade Base" and "Five Blessings Holding Longevity" are carved from nanmu. Dougongs and beams under the eaves are decorated with Su-style colorful paintings. In the open room, glazed square bricks with plum blossom patterns are paved. In the east and west rooms, there are descendants for generations.
The gourd floor cover is separated from the open-carved floor cover with branches and grape patterns. There is a stage in the courtyard of the pavilion, facing the main hall of the Pixue Hall. It is a pavilion with yellow glazed tiles, double eaves and spires on the four corners. It is the largest stage in the palace.
Entering the main hall, Wen Xi sat on the throne in front of a red sandalwood screen carved with landscapes and clouds. The concubines took their seats one by one, and invited painters and beauties to kowtow.
On the incense table with cloud and wild goose patterns next to the warm skin, there is a gilt copper incense burner with a divine sparrow carrying a chick carrying the scent of a fish. This incense burner has an unusual shape. The body of the furnace is phoenix-shaped, holding a fish in its beak, and there are five figures on its body.
A small phoenix, with a graceful and luxurious body. The mist-like mint fragrance slowly comes out, filling the whole hall with pleasant fragrance.
He took a deep breath and said, "It's such an elegant place."
Concubine De followed and said: "It's just that the place is a little far away. I heard that there is a good Kunqu opera troupe in the palace, why not listen to a few songs?"
She smiled warmly and said: "Concubine De likes it, so just pass it on. Anyway, they are not mutually exclusive!"
Fortunately, the Pixue Hall was large enough to accommodate hundreds of beauties. Today, four painters from the palace were reported to have arrived. Among them, the Western painter "Angelo" was the most conspicuous. As expected,
He is a handsome Western man with blond hair and blue eyes, but he does not meet the aesthetic vision of the Qing Dynasty and is regarded as a "weird". The other three painters are all elderly painters, followed by the painting boy carrying pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and paint.
Something like that.
Wen Xi said: "Set up desks and seats for several painters, and they won't be able to finish the painting in half an hour."
The four painters thanked each other and took their seats on a nanmu Ruyi pattern bookcase and chair. The nuns led these beauties to line up and wait for the painter to paint one by one. However, there was a long queue in front of the three old painters' bookcases.
As he walked away, there was no one in front of the young Western painter. It's no wonder that with countless years of practice, it would be difficult to paint like him in gongbi painting.
"Angelo is a painter, right?" Wen Xi held an enamel stove with lotus branches and branches in her hand, and said leisurely, "Since you are free, why don't you make a painting for me."
As soon as the words came out, Angelo's face suddenly lit up with joy, and the other three old painters all showed envy and jealousy. Painter An's words were not very fluent, and he spoke Chinese with an Italian accent: "The Imperial Concubine, Angelo
The painter’s work will definitely satisfy you!”
Wen Xi said: "I heard that Western paintings can be painted exactly like real people, just like looking in a bronze mirror. It's a pity that there is no Western painter in the palace." Wen Xi came here today mainly for this Western painter.
, foreigners have never known how to be modest, but since they dare to boast about Haikou and say that they can satisfy Wen Xi, they must be extraordinary painters.
Angelo also carried a small charcoal stove with him, and he burned it slowly and slowly. Jars of paint were placed around the charcoal stove, and they were baked to prevent the paint from condensing.
Concubine Fu couldn't help but said: "This painter looks weird, can he paint a good-looking portrait?"
Ping Guiren also pouted and said: "No, she looks like a goblin!"
Wen Xi couldn't help but burst into laughter. The painter An was already used to being pointed at and said. He lowered his head and carefully adjusted the colors. Wen Xi said: "You just have to paint well. As long as you paint well,
Well, I will recommend you to the emperor!"
When Angelo heard this, he couldn't hide his surprise and hurriedly crossed himself on his chest: "My kind-hearted Princess, God bless you!"
Wen Xi pursed her lips and said nothing, it turned out that she was still a devout Christian!
Concubine De looked puzzled: "What is this God?"
When Angelo heard someone asking about the God he believed in, he immediately showed an extremely pious look and emphasized in a unique and weird way: "God is unique, omnipotent, and the supreme god! God created everything, and God used five days of
Time created everything in the world, the sixth day created man, and the seventh day is the day of rest! He is the only omnipresent god!"
Concubine De couldn't help but look sullen and scolded her harshly: "It's ridiculous!"
Concubine Fu is a believer in Buddhism, and she has an angry look on her face: "My dear concubine, such an evil and sycophantic person must not stay in the palace anymore! It's time to return to the emperor and expel him from the palace as soon as possible!"
Angelo said anxiously: "Your Highnesses, God is a real God!"
"Okay!" Wen Xi couldn't help but shouted loudly, "Stop arguing, I'm here to paint today, don't mention anything else! Painter An, if you want to continue to stay and paint, don't talk about God!"
"Although Wen Xi respects faith in her heart, she doesn't have a good impression of the Holy See in Europe. Today's Christianity is not a purely religious organization like that of later generations. On the European continent, the power of the Holy See overrides the power of kings. It is a completely exploitative organization!
Angelo was unwilling to give up. Although he wanted to continue talking, he was more afraid of being expelled from the country and unable to continue to spread the glory of God. So he lowered his head and continued painting.
Several other old painters have drawn portraits one after another and piled them up on the desk. Only Angelo only guarded one scroll. He looked up at Wen Xi from time to time and continued to lower his head to paint. Wen Xi knew that he wanted to paint the oil painting.
It will definitely take several days to do it well. On the stage outside the hall, the actors were babbling. Hearing this, he felt warm and sleepy, so he pointed to his chin with his eyes half-closed.
Ping Guiren held a hand stove in his hand and watched the play with great interest. He suddenly said: "The fairy-like painter hasn't finished the painting yet? My dear, please let someone else do it."
Wen Xi said with a leisurely expression: "There's no rush." Then she looked up at Guar Jiayanrong beside Ping Gui. Since she entered the palace, she rarely interacted with Wen Xi. Even if she did meet, she would talk less.
Today, he was sitting upright on his chair, not even watching the Kun Opera, which was said to be extremely sung. He even looked gloomy and asked Wen Ru: "Sir Guarjia, why don't you like to listen to Kun Opera?"
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Guar Jiayanrong smiled hurriedly, unable to hide the sadness in her eyes and said: "I don't like "The Purple Hairpin"."
"Oh?" Wen Xi was confused. This "The Purple Hairpin" is a masterpiece by Tang Xianzu, a master of opera in the Ming Dynasty. People like her who don't like opera just don't like to listen to it. Doesn't she like it too? "The Purple Hairpin"
""The Biography of Huo Xiaoyu" originated from the Tang Dynasty. It tells the story of the talented Li Yi and Huo Xiaoyu. The two fell in love with each other. Although they went through many hardships, they had a happy ending. How could you not like it?
At this time, Ping Guiren looked disdainful and said disdainfully: "Although this play is sung well, it would be too shameless for Huo Xiaoyu to have a private life with someone!"
As soon as the words came out, Guar Jiayanrong suddenly turned pale, biting her thin lips, and tears were about to burst out of her eyes.
Only then did Wen Xi think that Guar Jiayanrong's biological mother was a concubine. Although she was raised at the knees of the main wife, everyone thought she was a legitimate child! Could it be that she had some feelings after watching this play?
Hesheli, a noble man, couldn't help but look puzzled and said softly: "Sister Gualjia, although the farewell to Baqiao is so touching, there is no need to cry!" (To be continued. If you like this work,
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