The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 55 Young Feng Qing Yu Lao Feng Sheng

Both Lin Daiyu and Sanchun were both surprised and happy, and at the same time they were happy for Jia Huan. They didn't expect that Huan'er's painting would surprise Sheng Jia and even win the emperor's praise.

At this moment, Princess Beijing smiled again and said, "Just now I heard from Girl Tanchun that Brother Huan has painted portraits for both her and Girl Lin. Anyway, I have nothing to do now. Why don't Brother Huan paint a picture for my concubine too."

Jia Tanchun was secretly delighted, and even winked to urge Jia Huan to agree. This is a great opportunity to win the favor of the nobleman, and it will also be of great benefit to Brother Huan's future.

Jia Huan naturally understands this truth, and now he also needs to rely on this noble person to help him get out of the predicament, so he said modestly: "It is Huan'er's honor to be able to paint the portrait of the princess. I am afraid that if the painting is not good, it will offend the princess."

Seeing that Jia Huan is polite and well-spoken, Princess Bei Jing liked it even more, and said with a smile: "Even the emperor praised Brother Huan's painting skills. It can be seen that Brother Huan's painting is not bad. If it is really not good, it is probably because this concubine is not good-looking."

Everyone couldn't help laughing in good faith, but Wang Xifeng's smile was obviously far-fetched.

Jia Huan said: "In that case, Rong Huan'er will go get the painting tools first, please wait a moment, Princess Wang."

Jia Mu said: "Send someone to fetch it. Brother Huan doesn't have to run back and forth, just sit and rest for a while."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present felt that Jia's mother's attitude towards Jia Huan had changed.
Not long after Jia Huan sat down, he sent someone to pass the message: "The master asked Brother Bao to go to Rongxitang. The Lord of Beijing wants to see Brother Bao."

Mrs. Wang was very happy when she heard the words, and Jia Mu was also very happy. She said with a smile, "Baoyu, your father told you, go quickly, and don't lose your courtesy."

Jia Baoyu felt extremely uncomfortable because Jia Huan had robbed him of the limelight. Hearing that Master Bei Jing wanted to see him, he immediately cheered up and greeted Lin Daiyu specially, and then left in a hurry.

Not long after Jia Baoyu left, Ping'er delivered Jia Huan's usual painting tools, and Jia Huan set up his easel, laid out drawing paper, and prepared to start painting.

Seeing Jia Huan painting with a sharpened charcoal pencil, Princess Beijing couldn't help but wonder, "Brother Huan, how long does it take to paint a portrait?"

Jia Huan said: "If the princess wants to be quick, half an hour is enough, but the painting is not so detailed."

Princess Bei Jing just wanted to try Jia Huan's level first, and if it was possible, then she asked him to paint a portrait of the old lady who will celebrate her birthday next month. Hearing this, she said with a smile: "It's so fast, it should be enough time."

Jia Huan started to paint like flying, and Lin Daiyu and Sanchun gathered around to watch. In the end, even Jia's mother couldn't help but left her seat, and went to watch Jia Huan's painting.

Sure enough, Jia Huan finished the painting in less than an hour, and all the maids and women said in one voice, "The painting is really like it."

Princess Bei Jing took the drawing paper that Jia Huan had brought up, and saw a dignified and beautiful woman jumping out of the paper, and she could recognize herself at a glance.

The two old mothers behind Princess Beijing laughed and said: "The painting is indeed very similar, it is almost like a real person, but the color is too monotonous, and it does not show the style of the princess."

Princess Bei Jing smiled and said: "Otherwise, why would it be called a sketch? It took less than half an hour to draw like this, which shows that Brother Huan's drawing skills are really good."

Jia Huan said modestly: "The concubine praised it a lot. If you think the color is too monotonous, Huan'er can still color the portrait, but it will take longer."

Princess Beijing was about to speak, when someone came up ahead to preach: "My lord asked Brother Huan to come to Rongxitang."

Princess Beijing's heart moved, and she said with a smile: "It seems that the prince is going to see brother Huan, go quickly, let's talk about the portrait."

Jia Huan apologized and retreated, Jia Mu was mixed with joy and sorrow, Mrs. Wang's face was serious, and Wang Xifeng beat the eggplant like frost. She wanted to try her best to completely subdue Jia Huan, but unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Huan's third son met a nobleman, and his paintings were affirmed by today's emperor. This shit luck must have gone too far.

Of course the happiest people present were Ping'er and Jia Tanchun. Lin Daiyu, Yingchun and Xichun were also happy, apparently also happy for Jia Huan.

When Jia Huan came to Rongxi Hall, he suddenly felt the grand momentum rushing towards him. He faced five main rooms, side rooms on both sides, and the deer top ear room drilled into the mountain.

There is also a line of small characters at the back: On a certain year, month and day, the book is bestowed on Jia Yuan, the Duke of Rongguo.It turned out to be the handwriting of the founding emperor of Jin Dynasty.

In the center of the Rongxi Hall is a large red sandalwood carving table, on which stands a three-foot-high green bronze tripod, and on the wall behind the table is a large painting of an ink dragon waiting to be leaked, with golden Yi on one side and glass dishes on the other.There are sixteen nanmu chairs in two rows underground, and there is another pair of couplets, which are ebony couplets, inlaid with chiseled silver writing: "The pearls on the seat illuminate the sun and the moon, and the front of the hall glows with haze."

There is another line of small characters below: "Xun Xiong, the brother of Shijiao from the same hometown, worshiped the handwriting of Mu Shi, the king of Dong'an County".

Tsk tsk, this style, it's no wonder Jia Amnesty couldn't understand it. He is the eldest son of Rongguo Mansion, and he also inherits the lordship, but his younger brother Jia Zheng is in charge of the family. Only Jia Zheng is qualified to receive distinguished guests at the Rongxitang on Rongguo Mansion Middle Road.In this way, it seems that Jia She, the heir to the title, is in name only, because the owner of Rongxitang is Jia Zheng, not him, Jia She.

Besides, Jia Huan stood in front of the Rongxi Hall and did not enter rashly, but the scene inside the hall was clear at a glance, but he saw Jia Zheng sitting opposite a young man wearing a Jiang Ya Hai Hai five-claw sitting dragon python robe.

"Master, Mr. Huan is here, waiting outside the hall." The long follower, Li Shi'er, reported.

Jia Zheng nodded and said, "Let him in."

Jia Huanju stepped into the Rongxi Hall, greeted Jia Zheng and Jia Amnesty first, and then greeted Jia Baoyu. The latter nodded in response, with an obviously unnatural expression.

"Nie Zhan, why don't you kowtow to the Prince of Beijing?" Jia Zheng yelled as usual.

Jia Huan had no choice but to turn to King Beijing to salute, but before bowing down, he was supported by King Beijing Shui Rong with both hands, and said with a smile: "Brother Huan, you don't need to be too polite, how old are you this year?"

Jia Huan was born with delicate features, calm demeanor, and what is even more rare is his light bookishness, so the King of Beijing immediately fell in love with him when he saw him, because he is also a person who loves reading.

Jia Huan replied neither humble nor overbearing: "My lord, I am two years younger than Second Brother Bao, and I am eight years old this year."

King Beijing smiled and said, "Well, at the age of eight, it is really rare to be able to recite such a beautiful line as 'Snow-covered mountains lie in the middle of the high man, and the beauty of the moonlight forest comes'. It is comparable to Cao Zijian's seven-step poem!"

Jia Huan was sweating secretly, and hurriedly said: "My lord is absurd, Jia Huan dares to be compared with Cao Qibu."

Jia Zheng also hurriedly said: "Your Highness is too famous, carefully praise and kill this evil person."

King Beijing laughed and said: "The Shiweng is too modest, Brother Huan, I asked the Shiweng to invite you here because I had a question and wanted to confirm it."

Jia Huan's heart moved, he nodded and said, "My lord, please tell me, Huan'er will know everything."

King Bei Jing picked up a scroll from a few tables next to it and handed it over, and said with a smile: "I originally thought that this painting of "Song of the Willows" was drawn by Brother Bao, but I never thought it was not. I just heard from Brother Bao that it might be drawn by you, Brother Huan. I don't know if it is or not?"

Jia Huan subconsciously turned his head to look at Jia Baoyu, who nodded in embarrassment. He threw the jade in Jia Huan's room that day, not intentionally to hurt Jia Huan.

In fact, Jia Baoyu's nature is not bad, it's just that he has been loved by thousands of people since he was a child, and he has developed a self-centered habit, so the paintings are not drawn by him, and he will not be shameless enough to impostor.

Jia Huan slowly opened the scroll, and found that it was the "Song of the Willows" painted by himself. It was sold to the shopkeeper Li of Baomoxuan at a price of 20 taels.

"This "Song of the Willows" was indeed painted by Huan'er, why is it in the hands of the prince." Jia Huan asked knowingly.

King Bei Jing laughed and said, "Naturally, they are asking for a lot of money. Brother Huan must have a good idea of ​​the price at which he will sell it to Shopkeeper Li of Baomoxuan."

Jia Zheng reprimanded again: "You evil person, you are selling literature and paintings like others. You are really out of money's eyes. It won't be too late to deal with you later."

King Beijing waved his hand and said, "Don't be angry, Shiweng. There are many people who sell literature and paintings. I think that the Taizu of this dynasty used to write letters on the street before he made his fortune. It is not shameful to make money with his skills. What's more, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are four friends of literati. Selling calligraphy and painting is also one of the ways to become famous. I hope Shiweng will not prevent Brother Huan's paintings from being circulated outside in the future."

Compared with the pedantic Jia Zheng, King Beijing Jing is obviously much more enlightened!
Jia Zheng coughed lightly in embarrassment and said, "What the prince said is not without reason!"

Although Jia Zheng didn't quite agree with it in his heart, the king of Beijing Jing cited the Taizu of this dynasty as an example, how could he dare to argue?
King Beijing laughed again and said: "Fei Xiaowang is abrupt in front of Shiweng. With the talents of the two sons, in the future, the young phoenix will be as loud as the old phoenix. It is immeasurable!"

"Young phoenix is ​​clearer than the sound of old phoenix", this sentence comes from a poem by Li Shangyin, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Jia Zheng was delighted when he heard the words, but he still said modestly: "How dare a dog mistakenly accept the gold award, thanks to the prince Yu En, if it is as said, it will be the luck of the next generation."

King Bei Jing smiled slightly and said, "By the way, what books are Brother Bao and Brother Huan studying now? Have you hired a teacher?"

(End of this chapter)