MTL - To Be A Virtuous Wife-Chapter 121 Extra. Beauty painting
It was another year of flowering season. The Ruiwang Palace was recently very happy. Wang Ye had just recovered from the Prince, and Wang Hao was pregnant again. This is the biggest good thing of Ruiwangfu in recent years.
Before marrying into the palace, Lu Yurong thought that Rui Wang was a ridiculous man, but when he entered the palace, he knew what it was to see what was seen as a real thing. On the third day of her marriage to the palace, Wang Ye accompanied her back to her family and sent a copy of the house in Wangfuli. Although some of them were given by the emperor, they could not move out of the house, but there was not much time for Wang to go to these women’s rooms. It is.
I don't know when, Wang Ye began to like painting, and most liked to paint bright and colorful safflower. She used to like what he liked to paint such dazzling flowers, but he didn't say much.
Before she married, she had a good man hidden in her heart. It was just that the emperor was hard to break. She had to marry the man who was not famous, but the days were better.
However, it may be that a man's affection is instinct. After she was pregnant, Wang Ye began to be interested in a common house. Although she often came to see her on weekdays, most of the time, she stayed in the house.
However, this is not a big deal for her. Since she can't marry a man she likes, who is married, who is this person, how much relationship does she have?
All the descendants of Ruiwangfu know that Wang Ye and Wang Yu’s feelings are better than taking office, so no one dares to slow down Wang Shuo, not to mention Wang Hao still carries children. But soon, the next person with a sharp eye found that Wang Ye’s new darling was even like Wang Hao’s mouth. The next time people understand it, Wang Hao is now pregnant and can’t be with Wang Ye. Wang Ye is looking for comfort in others.
After Lu Yurong heard this rumor, he was more tolerant to those who passed through the house. In the end, the backyard of Ruiwangfu became more and more peaceful, which was quite different from the previous black smoke.
She once met a girl named Yaoxi in the palace. She knew this girl and she was a close-knit prostitute of Qujou. Recalling that she and Qu Yusu made poetry to listen to the Princess of Jinan, and several other Wang Hao took their things to judge. Who would have thought that the original Rui Wang will ask, and the song will die, but she has become a successor. princess.
Destiny is so ridiculous, the person who wants it does not get it, but the one who does not want it is hard to give her. Wrong and wrong, at the end, I don’t know who is a joke, who is a pity.
When she first saw that the prince would draw a character, she found that she had a third month of pregnancy. At that time, when the early summer had arrived, she could not sleep, and walked around. I don't know what happened. I went to the study inexplicably and saw the unfinished paintings on the book.
It was a very deserted painting, plum blossoms in full bloom, thick snow, and a delicate sedan chair with half of the curtains in the snow. There was a vague figure in the sedan chair, only a glimpse of blue silk and red sleeves. .
An empty painting, she felt as if she was the person who made the painting. She was admiring the woman in the sedan, waiting for her to pick up all the screens, but the other party finally put the screens down.
Sighing and reaching out to touch the red sleeves that are about to fly in the cold wind, the hand has not touched the painting, and there is a dull footstep behind him.
She looked back and saw Wang’s expression standing in the doorway. He looked at his own eyes as if he was looking at a stranger, some cold and somewhat sloppy.
"Wang Ye..." Her voice interfered a bit, and inexplicably felt a little guilty.
"Why did Wang Hao come here," he put forward the painting, and his tone was as soft as usual. "I will accompany you back, and the road is not good at night."
She followed him out of the study room and looked back at the door that the study room had closed. She couldn’t help but ask: "The painting of Wang Ye is somewhat like the scenery outside our Meiyuan."
"Well," he nodded undecidedly. "White snow red plum, it is especially beautiful to make a picture."
Thinking of the artistic conception of the painting, she had to agree with Wang Ye's statement that Bai Xuehong Mei Ge was beautiful, and even the point of the corner was also fascinating. Wang Ye's painting is getting better and better now.
Since then, she has never seen other characters painted by Wang Ye, even her and her children's paintings. However, Wang Ye's paintings are famous in Dalongguo. Many people have only spent a lot of money to ask for a painting by the prince. However, she rarely sees who the prince gave to the painting, but there are a lot of paintings on the house.
The relationship between the emperor and the prince is not close to her, she knows, so she and her prince are rarely called into the palace. Fortunately, Wang Ye is now a lot better, so despite the cold prince in the palace, if he is summoned, the prince still has to endure the temper every time. Moreover, before the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces and the back of the emperor, she was very friendly, and even she could not see that she was a little unhappy.
If Wang Ye had such a temper in the past, the situation of Rui Wangfu would not be so embarrassing.
Later, the reason why Rui Ruifu’s situation became less embarrassing was because the Queen’s Empress was suddenly interested in the paintings, so each family wanted to please the Queen, and then they wanted to buy good paintings, only to get the Queen’s Eyes.
The emperor and the empress have been together for many years, but over the years, the feelings of the empress have been as deep as ever, but it has caused some disappointment for those who are waiting to see the excitement. Finally, the reason is that the empress will be very beautiful, and the appearance of these years is still That kind of hook.
She sneered at these sour words. If the appearance is beautiful, the queen is not as good as the country. Although she has a long eyebrow, but it is not difficult to find in the world, even her eyebrows are like this, but she does not have the snow skin and charm of the Queen.
Beautiful women can be found everywhere. What is rare is the attractive temperament. The Queen gives people the feeling that it is both enchanting and dusty. It is both gorgeous and dignified. This contradictory woman is rare in the world, but it is also very tempting. Because this has gone beyond the outside, as if it is something that is emitted from the depths of the soul, it is difficult to ignore.
When Wang Ye took out the painting and brought her into the palace, she was very surprised, but she also expected the queen to see the paintings of the prince, so that the status of the Ruiwangfu was not so embarrassing, and her children grew up in Dalong.
The Quebec Palace is always luxurious and bright. Every time she walks into this place, she will forget that this is the harem, but the residence of a family.
"Three good," the seven-year-old Prince, who is already standing in front of her, looks very good. Even if he already has a younger brother and sister, no one in Beijing will feel that the status of the prince will be shaken.
The Queen is a great woman. She taught the Prince well, and she was very polite in her words and deeds, but she did not feel that she was rigid.
"His Royal Highness is well," she couldn't help but smile. For the lovable little child, adults tend to be extremely easy to be soft. "Can the Queen's Empress have leisure time?"
"The mother only said, if I met you on the road, let me tell you that you just go in," Prince said with a smile. "Three sisters, I am going to accompany my father to practice words."
At a young age, it is obvious that the emperor taught him to write, but he was accompanied by the emperor in his mouth. Lu Yurong sighed and saw that the emperor and the queen had patience in educating the prince.
When she entered the main hall of Kuiyuan Palace, she saw the empress and the old four sitting and chatting together. When she came in, she took her and said something interesting about Beijing. The atmosphere was harmonious and people almost forgot that this is the harem.
However, she still remembers to take out the three paintings that Wang Ye brought her. She didn't know what was drawn in the scroll, so she was curious when the Queen's Empress was to open.
The first one is a picture of a cat's play orchid. It is easy and pleasant to see at a glance. She has seen this picture. Wang Ye spent a lot of anti-painting, and she got the most satisfactory. I didn't expect Wang to be sent to the palace.
The second picture is a spring color picture, green mountains and green waters, and a hundred flowers bloom. This is a scene that cannot be seen in the harem. It is beautiful and somewhat unreal. She saw her heart moving. The painting master had been painting for a few months, and he still hung in the bedroom to enjoy it, but he also sent it to the palace.
When the third scroll slowly unfolded, she stumbled. She did not expect that the painting that was collected by the prince in the past would appear in front of her again.
"Winter Snow Red Plum..." The Queen's maiden's white fingers touched the corner of the scroll, and after a long time, it was said, "A good red plum figure, the whiter the snow, the more plum blossoms."
She only saw that the place where the Queen touched, faintly revealing a half-personal shadow, just because this figure is wearing white clothes, it is difficult to find.
"Between the heavens and the earth, such as the white gap, but suddenly..." The expression on the Queen's face she could not understand, she did not even understand why the Queen should read such a sentence.
Until she went out of the palace, she did not understand what the Queen Empress meant, and did not know whether the Queen liked Wang Ye's paintings. However, shortly thereafter, the Queen was tired of the hobby of painting, and instead liked to hear the story of a strange woman.
She did not tell the two unclear verses that Queen Wang had read, but the prince never asked her what happened after the palace. Everything was like nothing happened, but it was quiet.
Later, Wang Ye was forgiven by the emperor and could go up, but she felt that Wang Ye did not feel so happy.
Wang Ye still loves to paint, and still does not like to give paintings to others. The child grows up gradually, and the good-loved person she once liked has already blurred in her mind. It is like a dream. I woke up after a long time.
On the day the son got married, watching her son and daughter-in-law bow to her, she was shocked, this is probably her life.
After the newcomer was sent to the new house, she turned back, but only saw the prince personally sent the back of the Prince.
On the day when Wang Ye left, the sky was full of goose feathers and snow, and the plum blossoms in Meiyuan were particularly good.
She sat on the bed and looked at the old man who was still beautiful and sad.
"Today's snow is really big, have you been down all night last night?" He suddenly became spiritual, and even his pale cheeks became rosy.
"Well," she said, her voice whimpered, and her children and grandchildren began to cry.
"The snow in that year was not so big, and the plum blossoms did not open well this year..." His eyes fell on the plum blossoms in the flower pot and shook his head: "It's a pity, but it's a pity."
"Father Wang..." The son was crying in front of the bed, and her eyes began to blur.
"The crown is crying. When I go, I will remember to put the painting in the sandalwood box on my fifth plaid in the study," he slowly closed his eyes and sighed.
"It used to be a sea of water... nothing..."
She didn't know how she got up, how to look at the palace and all the whites, until the son took the sandalwood box with the painting.
The picture slowly unfolded, but she was in the same place.
On the painting, the noisy Shangyuan Festival street, beautiful lights, beautiful women dressed in plain clothes with lanterns, and fireworks in the sky.
This is a beautiful flower that people can't move away from. They all pay attention to all the emotions of the painter, just to paint the beauty of the skin, the bones of the beauty, and the feelings buried deep in the heart.
"Revisiting the line, and leaving with Junsheng. Going together for more than a thousand miles, each in the sky..." The trembling reading of the poems on the scroll, Lu Yurong remembered the wedding night, he caressed his own eyebrows gentle.
Gently roll up the picture, put it into the sandalwood box, and put on the lid. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eye: "Put this thing under the pillow of the king."
Beauty painting, hero bones, is only a loess.
In the world of life, such as the white gap, this is all.
She thought she might understand something.
The author has something to say: There are four to five articles in the Fanwai plan. If you want to come and think about it, put this one in the first one.
Lu Yurong and He Yuan, each has its own regrets···
I wish you all a little regret, more happy, a short life of 100 years, don't waste it.
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