After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mulan Qiumi, who was in the 34th year of Kangxi's reign, was still unable to accompany her. She was accompanied by the eldest brother, the third brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother and the seventh brother. The prince stayed in prison. I heard that
The fourth elder brother brought Ruyan with him on this trip, and Wenxi immediately frowned. Ruyan was actually getting more and more favored in the fourth elder brother's backyard, and the Ulanara family also had a resigned attitude.
The reason for this is Wen Xi's guess. For Fourth Brother, if Yan has value and is beautiful, he will naturally not be stingy about doting on her. For Si Fujin, if Yan can no longer reproduce, it will be useless to be favored again.
In the eyes of Si Fujin, the threat of Ruyan is far inferior to that of Li, who gave birth to Si's elder brother's eldest daughter.
The weather in autumn was just right, neither too cold nor too hot. I ate the apples that had been washed, peeled and cut into small pieces. I looked at the new painting presented by the court painter Angelo, which was a small peach.
The painting style is warm, just like the background of autumn persimmons. Under the bright sunshine, a white-haired little boy stands on a chair, his hands resting on the strings, and an innocent smile appears on his fat and white face. Warm
Xi couldn't help but praise: "Painter An's skills have become more and more exquisite."
The two-and-a-half-year-old child is short and can only stand on a chair to play the piano, but he can already play simple and lively melodies. Xiaomi Tao seems to have a natural talent for music, and even Aunt Xu praises it.
.Now Mr. Xu no longer teaches Yu Ludai piano skills, but instead specializes in teaching Seventeenth Prince.
Yuludai has learned piano skills for many years, but he has only scratched the surface. His talent in this area is similar to that of Wenxi, which is why Wenxi has not been strict with him. Although Yuludai can play a few pieces of music, he can't play the piano very well.
Jerky. There is no charm. Even a person like Wen Xi who doesn’t know much about piano can hear her level. And Xiao Mi Tao seems to be a real musical genius. The Nine-Sky Ring Peking Qin painted in the painting is made of wooden lacquer and red lacquer.
The face, with the emblem of thirteen snails and a thin snake belly pattern, is an antique from the Song Dynasty and a treasure in Kangxi's private treasury. It was pried away by Wen Xi. Since his son has a talent in this area, the mother-in-law will naturally support him!
Rolling up the painting scroll, Wen Xi said: "Put it in my room." In Angelo's paintings, the people painted are more and more vivid and lifelike. When Little Peach grows up, I will show it to him.
It’s a rare memory.
Xiaomi Tao, whose name is Yinli, may be related to the word "Li". Ritual and music, those who enjoy it are harmonious, lead the gods and follow the sky;
Heaven makes rituals to match the earth.
Or under the magnolia tree, or by the Qingbo Lake, or at the Yanliu Waterside Pavilion. Little Peach doesn't like to play the piano indoors. Maybe she likes to learn the piano in beautiful scenery. It's just a little child, and her fingers are particularly tender.
, his hands were often easily cut by the strings, so Wen Xi had to think of a way. He made a belt out of tough but soft silk and wrapped it around his ten fingers.
There is nothing better than getting an excellent protective effect.
The newly made candied crabapples seem to still have the cold taste of autumn frost, which is particularly refreshing and refreshing in the mouth. The warmth seems boring, so when I started painting, what I painted was naturally the crabapple tree with red fruits in autumn. Compared with
Wen Xi's piano skills are half-baked, and Wen Xi's meticulous painting is even better. Only those with good painting skills were selected in the draft that year. Among the four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Wen Xi's piano skills are the worst. Calligraphy can only be considered neat, and chess can only be played.
Because of his defeat, Kangxi, who was good at painting, would never be sarcastic when he saw him, so he practiced his skills when he had nothing to do.
Wen Xi is good at fine brushwork, but today's painting is freehand brushwork. He drew the outline of a crabapple tree with just a few strokes, and then he dipped it in red ink and hastily dotted a piece of crabapple fruit, which gave it a bit more flavor. There is no separation between calligraphy and painting, but
Wen Xi never wrote any inscriptions when he painted, because he was afraid of being ridiculed by Kangxi. He always said that the painting was like a painting, but mentioning words would stain the painting. He also said that Wen Xi would not be allowed to write any inscriptions by himself in the future until he would write.
On one side of the table was a box with a red landscape and a pavilion figure. There were several seals in it. Wen Xi casually took the Shoushan stone seal among them. The seal was not engraved with words, but a freehand engraved swan.
, the feathers were carved very vividly, with no words on them, but Wenxi liked them the most, so she used it to stamp a bright red seal pattern under the numerous crab apples.
When the ink was dry, he ordered the bamboo to put it away. Only when the painting was in hand and the edges of his eyes were warm, would he use the seal.
"Put it away and ask the messenger to send Mulan to the emperor for review." Wen Xi ordered. Kangxi asked her to write a letter every day, but sometimes Wen Xi was too lazy to write a letter, so she drew a picture for him to keep.
Inscriptions can also be written.
The next day, he asked Zhixin to bring Wanjing, and Wan Shu came to the palace. Wanjing's temperament was gentle, while Wanshu was getting older, but her temperament had followed the strength of Zhongxin in his early years, and she was quite a bit like a little pepper.
She looks like a hot Manchurian aunt.
When the three mother and daughter arrived, Xiao Mi Tao was standing on a chair under the crabapple tree in the courtyard of Chengqian Palace, playing the Nine Heavens Ring Pei Qin. Bright and lively simple melodies flew out from his fleshy little hands, pouring down.
Jing Zhixin praised him again and again, "After all, he is of Tian family blood, different from ordinary people!"
Wen Xi ate candied crab apples in her mouth, then she burst out laughing and said, "Don't praise him, otherwise your tail will be raised!" Fortunately, Xiao Mi Tao was playing the piano and was so focused that her ears couldn't hear what was going on. Otherwise,
It is necessary to pout and argue with Wen Xi.
The mother and daughter were invited into the palace and had tea together. Wen Xi looked at Wan Jing carefully. She was out of mourning, but she was still not dressed brightly. She was wearing a pink and purple flag uniform embroidered with gold thread and flowers, and her shoulders were decorated with ruffles.
Cloud shoulders, plus a light green Ruyi waistcoat with black edges and gold embroidery patterns, a simple two-piece hairdo, and excellent hibiscus and jade pendants hanging from both sides, swaying, making the cheeks white, tender and delicate.
Wen Xi asked how her days were going and how she was eating. Wan Jing answered them one by one, but her brows were filled with a bit of sadness and said, "Wan Jing has been out for the past few days and every time she meets her eighth brother, she doesn't know why.
Coincidence, or..."
Wen Xi secretly thought to herself that the eighth prince often left the palace under the guise of visiting his eldest brother. Although Wen Xi was in charge of the sixth palace, she had to ask the prince's elder brother to visit his brothers outside the palace. There will be a draft next year.
Naturally, Wen Xi doesn't want to cause trouble. It's not good for Eighth Prince to be so attentive.
Wan Jing lamented slightly: "Of course the Eighth Prince didn't do anything rude. He just talked openly and secretly about the good opportunity of the Seventh Prince's feet, and repeatedly mentioned Ama's prowess when he was alive."
Wen Xi smiled slightly and said: "You are Linge's daughter. Perhaps the eighth elder brother thought that what you wanted was a man with both civil and military skills." The seventh elder brother was destined to be unable to ride and shoot, and martial arts was naturally irrelevant.
Wan Jing looked at the center of mass and said: "Jing'er naturally admires a heroic man like Ama, but if she wants to choose a husband, she naturally doesn't want her future husband to fight in the battlefield and be worried every day. What Jing'er wants
, it’s just a matter of growing old together day and night.”
Wen Xi asked: "Have you said these words to the eighth elder brother?" The eighth elder brother is naturally good at both civil and military affairs, and he is considered to be the best among the elder brothers.
Wan Jing shook her head slightly, "I hinted at it, but the eighth prince didn't seem to take it seriously. After all, he is a noble prince, so Wan Jing didn't dare to go too far."
Wen Xi couldn't help but shake her head. It was precisely because Wan Jing didn't dare to go too far that the eighth prince kept pestering her!
While they were talking, Xiao Luzi came in and reported, "Master, Brother Eight wants to see you."
There was displeasure on her gentle face. As usual, she was neither the biological mother nor the adoptive mother of Eighth Prince. She did not need to come to pay respects or even interact with each other. The prince and his concubine should not get too close, otherwise they would easily arouse criticism. This way
The eighth prince understands the truth. I am afraid that he came after he heard that Zhixin mother and daughter came into the palace. Wenru thought to herself that it was just right to come, so she just talked about it and asked Xiaoluzi to go.
Please come in.
Yinzhu seemed to have just come back from school. There were still beads of sweat on his forehead. He had not yet changed out of his riding and shooting attire. He came in and put down his horse-hoove sleeves and saluted: "My son, please pay your respects to your noble mother and concubine!"
The mother and daughter of the center of mass also stood up and stood on one side. After the eighth prince saluted, they all bowed to him.
With a warm smile on his face, Yinsu nodded and said: "Mrs. Cheng'en is so polite. Yinsu has taken the liberty to come here and must have disturbed the conversation between the imperial concubine and her sister-in-law. Please don't take offense, madam."
The Eighth Prince was so polite, and Qi Xin quickly said: "The Eighth Prince is so polite, I just wanted to chat with the imperial concubine for a few words!" The Eighth Prince's politeness made him feel a little at a loss.
Yinsu's smile was still as bright as the spring breeze, "I haven't seen Wanjing Gege for a long time, how about coming in?"
Wan Jing was so happy, her politeness was distant: "Everything is fine, please worry about me."
However, Yinsu didn't mind Wanjing's somewhat distant attitude. On the contrary, he became more kind and friendly, saying: "Compared with before, Gege looks more rosy. I think she is fine, so I feel relieved."
The corners of Wen Xi's eyes twitched twice, and he looked like he was trying to pick up girls in front of her. I wonder what the eighth prince looked like when she couldn't see him? Naturally, this "eighth prince" has good looks.
She has such a genial temperament and never puts on airs. It is indeed easy to impress the girl. If Wanjing didn't have someone to belong to, she would be captured.
"Yinsi has been thinking about how to have a discussion with Gegeshou, so today is a bit urgent. Please don't blame Yinsi for being rude." The eighth prince's tone was as if he was treating a friend who had known him for a long time, and he was polite and thoughtful.
Without losing closeness.
Wan Jing hurriedly looked at Wen Xi. The eighth prince was so kind. It would be disrespectful for her to refuse him.
Wen Xi was about to say no on Wanjing's behalf, but Zhixin said with a smile: "Since the eighth prince invited me, Jing'er will go with the eighth prince to talk outside under the tree."
When Zhixin opened his mouth, Wanjing was stunned for a moment. She had no choice but to obey her orders, bit her lip, and then moved lightly out of the hall.
Wen Xi was about to ask why, but Zhongxin said with a smile: "I didn't expect Ba Age to be so humble and polite. In the past, Jing'er told the slave in private that Ba Age was pestering her, and the slave thought he was a lecherous person."
Seeing Zhixin looking satisfied with his mother-in-law, Wenxi has a headache. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
ps: "Pastoral Housewifery" comes to ancient times where you are busy farming, your sister-in-law is the best, your mother favors boys over girls, you have to strengthen yourself in the garden, find a good son-in-law, make treasures, and turn the grass roots into a golden kiln.
