Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh into the painting
At the end of the year, the opportunity really came.
Due to the Queen's national mourning this year, the New Year celebration in the palace was not as lively as in previous years. All operas and operas in the palace were stopped, and the banquet was much simpler, which saved a lot for Ji Ling, the imperial concubine.
thing.
After having some free time, Yinzhen began to ask the palace painter to paint his portrait, and also asked people to go to Chengqian Palace to invite the imperial concubine to come over, saying that they wanted to "see something new" together.
Ji Ling took the three princesses and went there together.
Along the way, she was still muttering to herself - what's new about painting? It's not like the palace painter had never painted for his fourth master before.
Finally, when they got to Yinzhen, Ji Ling understood why he said that.
She was simply stunned.
The fourth master, wearing a hundred-year-old robe and holding a monk's staff, stood under a pine tree in the courtyard, holding on to the pine tree, as if he had been walking for a long time and stopped for a while.
In front of him, two palace painters - both foreigners, and a group of young eunuchs were waiting to help hold the painting board and block the light.
The two foreign painters were painting Yinzhen's portrait.
When Yinzhen raised his head and saw Ji Ling coming, he immediately nodded to her with a cheerful face and waved for her to sit down.
Sit back and watch how he draws the portrait.
The two foreign painters hadn't noticed Ji Ling at first, but when the eunuch next to them reminded her, they quickly came over and knelt down on one knee to salute Ji Ling: "See you, the Imperial Concubine!"
Ji Ling asked them to excuse themselves and saw that one of them looked very familiar.
She thought for a while and then remembered that it was Lang Shining.
"Mr. Lang, please wake up quickly." She said with a smile.
Lang Shining immediately raised his head, flattered, glanced at her with an exaggerated expression, and then quickly lowered his head.
He obviously didn't expect that he, a palace painter, could be remembered by the imperial concubine.
Ji Ling thought: Don't be surprised, you are very famous in history, okay...
Yinzhen struck another pose, and Lang Shining went over to personally guide him in the pose, and respectfully lifted the monk's pole upwards for him.
Ji Ling was watching from the side and saw that Fourth Master was posing like the Statue of Liberty.
Lang Shining took a few steps back, turned his head slightly and observed again, seeming very satisfied.
He nodded, stretched out his thumb and praised: "Your Majesty, this is very good! This is very good!"
The third princess was standing nearby. Listening to the strange tone of Lang Shining's words, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Yinzhen posed good-naturedly.
After standing there for a while, the skylight kept changing.
For outdoor scenes like this, the light is very particular, so you have to seize the moment. Ji Ling took her daughter's hand. Both mother and daughter suppressed their laughter and walked around behind the two painters.
On the drawing board, the fourth master in monk's robes appeared on the page, with the same stern look on his face and facial features.
Although the figure is slightly exaggerated, you can still tell that he is the person in front of you.
only……
All the hair is gone.
The fourth master was indeed painted as a monk.
Completely bald.
Ji Ling:……
Third Princess: Huang Ama...
Yinzhen was really patient. After painting for a while, he asked the young eunuch to turn the easel around for him to take a look. He himself remained in the original posture and remained motionless.
"The painting should be thinner," he said to the palace painter.
Ji Ling stood nearby, listened, and understood in his heart - since the fourth master played the role of an ascetic in the painting, his practice must be austere, so naturally he had to be painted skinny to look like that.
The two palace painters listened to the emperor's instructions and paid more attention when writing. After a while, the portrait was finally completed.
Yinzhen turned around and pointed at Su Peisheng with great interest: "Keep dressing up!"
Ji Ling turned around and saw Chief Su and six or seven young eunuchs carrying a bunch of scattered things.
Yinzhen raised his head and smiled at her, with words written all over his face, "Just wait and see me in my next outfit!"
Ji Ling sat down on the chair brought by the palace servants. Fourth Master Xindao liked both Buddhism and Taoism, so he was going to dress up as a Taoist priest next, right?
As a result, when Yinzhen got dressed, she was drinking the fragrant tea that was served. She only looked up and almost squirted the tea.
This time, Yinzhen directly dressed as a lama.
Ji Ling lowered his head, holding back his laughter for a while, then raised his head to see that the palace painter had sketched out the basic outline on the drawing paper.
On the drawing paper, Lama Yinzhen is sitting on a rugged rock with a solemn expression. Behind him is the slowly rising red sun. Under his side, there is a red poisonous snake spitting out letters.
The venomous snake was painted lifelike, with its eyes fixed on Yinzhen.
Ji Ling looked horrified, but Yinzhen wanted to instruct the painter on the position of the snake later.
…
After the third set, it finally became normal.
Ji Ling was a little uneasy when he went in to change his clothes, fearing that he would come out with some eye-catching look this time.
The result was no.
This time, Yinzhen dressed up as a scholar from the Song Dynasty, wearing a gauze hat, holding an imperial pen in his hand, and made a gesture of writing,
The clothes are fluttering, this outfit is very gentle and elegant.
Ji Ling's eyes lit up when he saw it.
She watched three sets in a row, and now she understood it clearly - Yinzhen is the model, responsible for changing clothes and posing. In addition to painting him, the artist also fills in the background of the narration according to his requirements.
Relying on imagination.
For example, in this set of clothes of a scholar from the Song Dynasty, the background is painted in the mountains and rivers, and there is a cute deer next to it, which makes people think of "the same is true for pleasure in the world, everything will flow in the past. When will you go?"
"Also? Let the white deer roam among the green cliffs. I will ride to visit the famous mountains as soon as I have to go."
After the third set of paintings was completed, Ji Ling watched the eunuchs come out holding Taoist priests' clothes, and the idea finally came to her mind!
I have to play Taoist priest again.
Who knew that Yinzhen waved his hand and said, "Let Mr. Lang have a rest."
The two palace painters had been painting all morning, and their wrists had been hanging up, unable to put them down. After hearing these words, they quickly knelt down to thank the emperor.
Yinzhen came over and picked up Ji Ling. Just as he was about to speak, the third princess came over happily.
When she was a child, she was short and would often hug her thighs when acting like a spoiled child to Huang Ama, but now she hugs her arms instead.
The third princess hugged Yinzhen's arm and rubbed her head into his arms: "Huang Ama, I want to paint too!"
Ji Ling thought of the "tadpole and mung bean eyes" portrait she had drawn for herself and her seventh brother, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she silently muttered in her heart: No, you don't want to!
The third princess mainly wanted to draw pictures for her, Emperor Ama, and she didn’t know what monsters and monsters she wanted to draw.
As a result, as soon as she stood up, she heard her daughter say pitifully: "Huang Ama pretends to be a scholar, and I want to pretend too."
Ji Ling sat down again - she had misunderstood her daughter.
The third princess does not want to "paint", but wants to "be painted".
Yinzhen shook his head and smiled, lowered his head and patted his daughter's head. Then he looked at Ji Ling and said with a smile: "Eat first, don't be in a hurry. Tomorrow the emperor will take you and your mother, we will
Let’s get into the painting together!”
The third princess's eyes widened immediately: "Really?!"