The happy life of a prodigal

After some more time, finally, the protagonist of this birthday party, Zhao Yan, came out.

Standing in the middle of the hall, she first gave a dignified lady's salute to everyone, then said some polite words, and then walked to a certain place at the front and sat down.

When we got here, the banquet was about to begin, but there was one person who was not present, and no one dared to make any mistakes.

The dancers also stood aside and waited.

Finally, Emperor Chu walked in slowly from outside the palace, followed by the great eunuch Liu Cheng.

The Emperor Chu walked to the front seat, sat down, looked around for a week, smiled on his face, and said: "Today is Yan'er's birthday, and everyone here is my closest person. Today's banquet is just a daily routine. The banquet, you don’t have to be restrained, just have fun..."

When everyone heard this, they all smiled.

Then, Liu Cheng beside the Chu Dynasty gave a few instructions in a low voice.

In the next second, the dancers walked into the hall one after another, dancing in harmony with the ritual and music.

While eating the cake, Fang Xiu looked at the dancers dancing in the hall, feeling very bored.

There is almost no difference between the dancers in Yirenju and the dancers in Yirenju back then. It is better to go to the Beijing Normal University Theater to watch the series.

Xiu'er beside her watched it with relish, and even praised it from time to time.

The Emperor Chu sat at the front, toasting and drinking from time to time, or chatting with the uncles and cabinet scholars on both sides.

It was almost a stick of incense, perhaps because there were still memorials to be processed, the Emperor Chu said a few polite words, and left the palace.

After Emperor Chu left, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Although the Emperor Chu is a benevolent king, as the saying goes, being with a king is like being with a tiger.

With him here, no matter what he says or does, people can't let go.

As soon as Emperor Chu left, the relatives of the emperor relaxed a lot and started chatting with each other.

There are also some people who finally dare to get up and leave the table to drink and have fun with people they know well.

The atmosphere became lively for a while.

Seeing this scene, the three cabinet scholars glanced at each other, and they all saw a smile in each other's eyes.

This occasion, after all, still does not belong to them.

So, they also got up and left the palace.

After they left, Yongshou Palace completely turned into the banquet that Fang Xiu was familiar with.

It was the first time for Xiu'er to participate in this kind of banquet. Seeing this scene now, she felt a little at a loss.

Especially after those dancers left, they didn't know what to do.

Fang Xiu also felt a little speechless.

At the beginning, whether it was Ning Wangyan or Yi Renju, there were at least a few people they knew well.

But here, looking around, it seems that there are people who have never met before. If they can chat for a few words, only the Seventh Prince of the Grassland and Qiyan Yanran are left.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the two of them.

But he saw that the two of them happened to be looking at him.

This scene, no matter what, feels so ironic.

Wanyan Yanran was alright, she was obviously prepared for this kind of scene, and had participated in it more than once, after turning her eyes away from Fang Xiu, she searched for the relatives of the emperor.

After a while, it seemed that he had found a suitable target, so he turned and walked over.

The Seventh Prince was at a loss.

The grassland also holds banquets from time to time, especially as a prince, he often attends such occasions.

It's just... the banquet on the prairie is often accompanied by contests of riding and archery.

Moreover, as the seventh prince of the Grassland Begging Yan Department, no matter where he went, as long as it was not a banquet attended by the Begging Yan Department Khan, he would undoubtedly be the center of the banquet.

At this moment, facing the situation in front of him, he really didn't know what to do...

After about a stick of incense, he finally couldn't bear this embarrassment, and was about to get up and have a chat with Fang Xiu.

But he didn't expect that a graceful figure walked up to Fang Xiu one step ahead of him.

............

"Don't you often attend this kind of banquet? Why do you act like it's your first time?"

Zhao Yan walked in front of Fang Xiu, looked him up and down with a pair of good-looking eyes, and said with a little teasing.

Fang Xiu glanced at Zhao Yan, and said angrily: "Who told you that I often attend this kind of banquet?

This time, if it wasn't for your birthday party, I'd go to the Beijing Normal University Theater to see a show, okay? "

Zhao Yan curled her lips when she heard this, but she didn't refute anything.

At the side, Xiu'er finally saw a familiar person, with a smile on her face, and she called out, "Miss Zhao..."

Zhao Yan glanced at Fang Xiu angrily, then put her gaze on Xiu'er, and said with a smile: "By the way, Xiu'er, do you still remember the first time I came to Fang's Mansion?"

Xiu'er thought for a while, nodded, and said, "I remember."

When Zhao Yan heard this, the smile on her face became wider, and she said, "Just remember, last time I promised to let the best painter in the whole capital to paint for you.

Now he is here, I will ask him to paint for you, you can paint whatever you want..."

When Fang Xiu heard this, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

painting?

He couldn't remember at all what happened.

Xiu'er was also a little dazed. After thinking about it, she finally understood Zhao Yan's meaning. She immediately waved her hand and said, "No, no, I already think the young master's painting is very good..."

Zhao Yan grabbed Xiu'er's hand, led her outside, and said with a smile, "It's all here, just take a look...

If you don't like it, just take it out and sell it. Master Wu's paintings, if taken outside, are worth hundreds of taels of silver...

If it is good, it can be sold for thousands of taels. This time, I also specifically asked my father, and Master Wu agreed to paint for us. I can't waste this opportunity for nothing. "

When Xiu'er heard this, the expression on her face became more anxious, and she wanted to say something.

Before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Zhao Yan: "I know what you want to say.

I don't care, anyway, last time I promised to let the best painters in the capital to paint for you, and I will definitely do what I said.

Besides, why not give something for free, right? "

Seeing Zhao Yan's resolute attitude, Xiu'er didn't know what to do for a while, so she glanced at Fang Xiu as if asking for help.

Although Fang Xiu didn't know what happened to them before, but he heard 'a painting of 1000 taels of silver'.

So, he cast an encouraging look at Xiu'er.

He still agrees with what Zhao Yan said.

Don't want something for nothing, why don't you?

Chapter 261 The Painter

Xiu'er has always been obedient to Fang Xiu, now seeing her young master nodding, she didn't hesitate as before, and followed Zhao Yan to the backyard.

On the other side, the Seventh Prince's guard, a strong man on the prairie who looked like a tiger, looked around, followed Zhao Yan and Xiu'er, and walked over.

Coincidentally, Fang Xiu was bowing his head at this time, looking for the pastry he liked before.

Although in his previous life, he had tasted all kinds of pastries.

However, I have to say that there are certain reasons why the chef of the Imperial Dining Room became the chef of the Imperial Dining Room.

Even with very scarce ingredients and condiments, very delicious food can still be made.

.........

On the other side, the backyard of the palace.

Zhao Yan took Xiu'er's hand and said with a smile: "Master Wu's paintings, let alone in the capital, even in the entire Chu country, are also top-notch.

Even the father, who wanted Master Wu to paint, was always nice and nice. Although Master Wu was a very good painter, he was very low-key.

If you were to walk outside and meet Master Wu, most people would probably regard him as a slovenly old man.

Moreover, Master Wu has a very good temper. Since he promised his father to paint for you, he will not go back on his word. Whatever request you make, as long as it is not too much, he will satisfy it. "

Zhao Yan talked non-stop, but Xiu'er just smiled and nodded.

After a while, the two walked to the backyard.

The backyard of Yongshou Palace is not small, about the same size as Fangfu's backyard.

The layout doesn't make much of a difference either.

In the center of the backyard, there is a stone table.

The stone table is full of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Of course, it is impossible for Master Wu to paint in the harem on weekdays.

In fact, except for a very small number of royal relatives, even if the three cabinet ministers want to enter the harem, they need to report in advance.

Therefore, these pens, inks, papers and inkstones were just brought by Master Wu from outside, and before waiting for a while, they were laid out and prepared to draw something.

"Master Wu, here we come!"

As soon as Zhao Yan entered the yard, she yelled loudly.

Then, he walked to Master Wu's side and looked at the painting he was painting.

I saw a landscape ink painting with profound artistic conception and full of fairy spirit vividly on the paper.

Not to mention Zhao Yan, even Xiu'er, who didn't know much about ink painting, thought it was very beautiful.

In any case, they are all the top painters in the Chu country, and their casual works can be sold at a very high price if they are placed outside.

That's it, it's still priceless.

Because Master Wu has a habit of throwing unsatisfactory paintings aside, not giving them to others, not selling them, and not allowing others to take them.

However, in the eyes of Master Wu, there may be only one painting in a few days that can be called satisfactory.

Therefore, in the entire Beijing Normal University, the paintings of Master Wu circulating on the market can only be said to be very few.

Even in the hands of Emperor Chu, there are not many paintings by Master Wu.

It can be seen from this that it is not as easy for Zhao Yan to ask for half a day of Master Wu's time for Xiu'er as she said.

The painter known as Master Wu heard Zhao Yan's voice, slowly put down the brush in his hand, turned to look at Zhao Yan, stood upright, saluted respectfully, and said, "I see Your Highness the Princess .”

"Master Wu is free..."

Although Zhao Yan didn't care about this set of etiquette in the palace, since Master Wu cared, she was too lazy to cause many troubles.

"This is Miss Xiu'er, right?"

After Master Wu finished his salute, he turned his attention to the little maid beside Zhao Yan. A smile appeared on his old face, and he said in a condescending tone, "I don't know if Miss Xiu'er wants me to do this for you." What do you paint?"

Xiu'er looked at Master Wu, a faint blush appeared on her pretty face, she thought for a while, and said, "Thank you, Master Wu, Master Wu, I want you to draw a person."

Master Wu frowned slightly when he heard this.

No matter in what era, painters are also divided into categories.

What he is good at is freehand landscape painting and ink painting.

Even though he can do one or two portraits, he is not as good as those masters.

If he hadn't known that this little girl knew nothing about the painter's world, he would almost have thought that this little girl was making fun of him on purpose.

Master Wu thought about it.

No matter what, I have promised Your Majesty.

Moreover, it's not that I haven't painted portraits before, since this little girl wants a portrait, I spend a little time to draw one and give it to her.

Thinking of this, Master Wu smiled again, looked at Xiu'er, and said with a smile, "I wonder whose portrait Miss Xiu'er wants?"

This question is actually a polite question, because generally the person who asks to draw portraits is himself.

A little girl who doesn't know how to paint can't draw other people's portraits after thinking about it.