Mrs. Hou, Mrs. Lan, and Mrs. Mudan came to the main entrance to greet Feng Shu sisters in person. The three ladies had not seen Feng Shu for half a year and missed them very much. They welcomed them into the mansion with smiles.
Feng Shu followed Feng Changqing. She was tall, even half taller than the three ladies. She was a well-known talented woman in both civil and military skills. She was also good at riding and shooting. She walked with a windy look. Although she looked similar to Feng Yu, her temperament was different.
In the same way, she has the heroic appearance of a military commander's daughter.
Mrs. Hou was particularly satisfied with the eldest daughter-in-law chosen by Hou in Zhenbei. Feng Shu had traveled extensively all year round. She had a high emotional intelligence, cheerful personality, and treated people sincerely and warmly. Ever since she came to Beijing, the Hou family had always loved her as a daughter.
In every letter Mrs. Lan wrote home to Xie Zhang, she always praised him for his good fortune.
Feng Yu knew that they had something to talk about, so after drinking a cup of tea, she got up and walked around the garden. The plum garden was still in lively and colorful bloom. The sun was just right today, with light snow falling, and Feng Yu started to think about painting.
Qiuxiang and Chunlu looked at each other with subtle expressions in their eyes. Qinghua, the maid of the Hou Mansion, and Qingmei prepared pens, ink and drawing paper for Fengyu and asked her to paint in a pavilion near the Plum Garden.
Miss Feng San's hands are as soft as silk, and the red soul-soothing beads on her wrists make her skin as white as snow. When painting, her posture is lazy, her outlines are free and unrestrained, and her flowing clouds and flowing water are like everyone else's.
Qiuxiang and Chunlu stood behind Fengyu, looking at the plum blossoms on the canvas, and then at the plum blossom forest. Qiuxiang half-crouched at the same height as Fengyu, looked at the plum forest, and shook her head. Then she moved to Fengyu's right to look at the plum garden, confused.
He scratched his head, then moved it to the left, even more confused. He looked left and right, leaning his chin in thought, "Girl, which plum blossom do you draw?"
Feng Yu pointed to the plum blossom tree in the front row that was blooming the most, "This one, it blooms the most beautifully."
Qiuxiang's eyes widened, looking at the plum blossom tree in full bloom, and then at the plum blossom tree painted by Feng Yu, her expression became even more confused.
Chun Lu suppressed her laughter and suddenly saw a figure approaching. Just as Chun Lu was about to salute, Xie Xun raised a finger to signal her to be silent. Chun Lu pulled Qiu Xiang out and said, "Girl, let's prepare tea for you."
Xie Xun walked behind her, looked at Miss Feng San's painting, and leaned slightly to look at the plum blossom tree that Feng Yu wanted to paint. Xie Xun raised his eyebrows, but he didn't realize that what Miss Feng San was painting was plum blossoms.
The branches of the plum blossoms were painted very thinly, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom. She also painted the plum blossoms in full bloom. Although they were red plums, she had a problem with the color palette. The red was too red and the pink was too light. The proportion of the flowers and branches was out of balance, Xie Xun thought.
The picture of admiring the moon hanging in his house.
Some time ago, he inexplicably found a moon-viewing picture on the wall of his room. A full moon hung high in the sky, dotted with stars, and a person under the tree looked up to admire the moon. The moon and stars were well painted, and the characters
The painting is top-heavy, with a huge head, a thin body, and the shape of looking up at the moon is very strange.
Forget it, the painting she painted was of a girl admiring the moon. The bright colors of her dress were in perfect contrast with the soft moon. The painting that could be hung in his room must have been made by someone. He once doubted his own appreciation level.
"Who brought this painting?"
Nuanyang was overjoyed and said, "Master, you finally found an extra painting on the wall. This is the picture of admiring the moon that the third girl painted herself. It has been hanging on the wall for a long time."
Xie Xun suspected that Feng Yu deliberately polluted his eyes. Now when he saw her painting again, he understood that the third girl's paintings were very unconventional and abstract.
"Your painting of plum blossoms is quite unique." Xie Xun mocked. Realism is the popular style of painting nowadays, and realistic flowers, birds and trees are the best. He has never seen Feng Yu's style of painting.
Feng Yu turned around and saw Xie Xun, and was very surprised, "Didn't you go to the Yamen?"
"It's worth it." Xie Xun's eyes fell on her painting, "Who taught you how to draw?"
"I figured it out myself."
Xie Xun secretly thought that this was true. If he had a master to teach him, he would not paint like this. Xie Xun remembered that there were several unique paintings in Feng Yu's boudoir. She was addicted to food. She not only liked to paint, but also liked to hang them up.
appreciate.
"Does it look good?" Feng Yu asked for praise, "This is the best plum blossom picture I have painted in recent days."
Xie Xun lowered his head and chuckled, thinking of a compliment, "It's quite special."
"Give it to you!" Feng Yu had nothing to do recently, so she drew many pictures of plum blossoms and gave them to Xie Xun generously.
Xie Xun, "..."
Xie Xun cleared his throat and leaned lazily against the pillar in the pavilion. Feng Yu lowered her head and sketched a few strokes, adding plum blossoms to all the branches. Xie Xun stopped talking.
The emphasis in painting plum blossoms is to leave out the big ones and paint the small ones, sparsely and orderly. The three girls wished that the painting paper was filled with plum blossoms. He also thought of Feng Yu's aesthetics, which is beauty in large size and beauty in complexity.
Feng Yu put down the brush, pressed the paper with an inkstone and waited for it to dry. Feng Yu raised her head to look at Xie Xun, but saw that his eyes had been falling on her wrist. There was a blood-red soul-soothing bead on that white wrist. It was him.
The bond between you and her.
She hid the soul-suppressing bead in her sleeve to cover up the blush. Every time Xie Xun saw the soul-suppressing bead, he would be reminded that he was controlled by others, which would make him feel unhappy. Feng Yu didn't want to get into trouble.
Xie Xun withdrew his gaze and asked calmly, "Master Miaoyun is traveling around. When will he be back?"
Feng Yu shook her head, "I haven't received her letter for a long time."
Master Miaoyun left Beijing to seek a solution to the soul exchange matter. Neither Feng Yu nor Xie Xun had any news about her. Her whereabouts have always been a mystery, and they can only wait for her to return to Beijing on her own.
Every time Xie Xun sees the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, he is in a bad mood, feeling flustered and irritable. But recently, the three girls are pleasing to his eyes, and even looking at the Soul-Suppressing Pearl makes him feel fresh and pretty.
"I've been thinking about it..." Feng Yu secretly glanced at Xie Xun's expression and mustered up the courage to say, "I plan to find someone to get engaged to, and originally I thought Jiang Yang would be a good candidate."
"What did you say?" The smile on Xie Xun's lips froze slightly, and the evil fire that he had suppressed forcibly emerged again, devouring his emotions, "A good horse never turns back, how did Jiang Yang get into this?"
Are you so determined to take your eyes off me?"
"I know that because of the soul-suppressing pearl, if I get engaged and get married, it will bring you trouble." Feng Yu said calmly, "The third prince is eyeing him. I can't just sit back and wait for death. Otherwise, there is an imperial edict, and I can't disobey it."
. He had no intention of getting engaged before he made the prince a prince and established his palace. Jiang Yang was not good in character, but he was short of money, so it was easy to manipulate. The engagement was just a name, and it was still too early to get married. After three years, the third prince might
Forgetting about this matter, Jiang Yang and I quietly terminated our engagement. Killing two birds with one stone, what's wrong with that? But..."
"Are you so sure that Jiang Yang is easy to control? If he is so easy to control, why would he break off the engagement during your hairpin ceremony and make you the laughing stock of the whole capital?" Xie Xun interrupted her with a straightforward and unhappy tone, "Three
The girl is so healed that her scars have forgotten the pain."