An Lingrong after rebirth

Under the guidance of Aunt Qiuqiu and Tao Zhe, An Lingrong's painting skills improved rapidly. After class every day, they would get together to study painting.

That day, An Lingrong came to the painting room as usual, but found that Aunt Qiuqiu and Tao Zhe were not there. She looked around and finally found a note in the corner of the classroom. It said, "Lingrong, we have something to do and we will be away for a while. You must continue to work hard on your painting."

An Lingrong was a little disappointed, but she decided not to disappoint her aunt and Tao Zhe. She picked up the paintbrush and began to practice alone.

After a long period of hard work, An Lingrong's painting skills have become more and more sophisticated. Her paintings are full of agility and charm, which makes people's eyes shine.

Not long after, Aunt Qiuqiu and Tao Zhe came back. When they saw An Lingrong's work, their eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

"Lingrong, you are really great!" Aunt Qiuqiu said excitedly.

An Lingrong smiled happily, she knew that this was the result of her hard work. From then on, she became more determined to love painting.

An Lingrong gradually became famous in the palace with her outstanding painting skills. Her paintings were often sent to the Empress, who praised her highly.

Excellent people are often easily envied by others!

"An Lingrong, you are too proud!" said a concubine.

"That's right, you are the only one who can draw, that's amazing!" another concubine echoed.

An Lingrong was not affected by these words. She just smiled and said, "I just like painting. I am not proud of it."

"Hmph, don't be too proud too soon. We will teach you a lesson!" After the concubines said this, they turned around and left.

An Lingrong was not given up by these conspiracies and she still insisted on her dream of painting.

"Lingrong, I think you are doomed this time. They have tampered with your homework. You'd better think of a solution quickly." said a concubine.

"Humph, I'm not afraid of them. I have my own ways." An Lingrong said.

"What can you do? Why should I tell you and give you a second chance to persecute my work? The showgirl said, what evidence do you have to prove it was me?

An Lingrong said, have you ever heard the saying "the thief cries thief"? Anyway, you can't produce any evidence. Another concubine said to An Lingrong anxiously, "Your paintings have been destroyed. How are you going to explain this to Aunt Qiuqiu?"

"I will prepare other works. I believe Aunt Qiuqiu will appreciate my talent." An Lingrong said confidently.

An Lingrong relied on her wisdom and courage to escape danger time and time again, which impressed everyone.

An Lingrong showed extraordinary talent for painting since she was young. After years of practice, her painting skills have reached a superb level. In Chuxiu Palace, her paintings were often sent to the Empress, and each time they were highly praised by the Empress.

"Lingrong, your paintings are getting better and better. I like them very much." The Queen praised.

"Thank you for the compliment, Her Majesty. I will continue to work hard." An Lingrong replied modestly.

Once, when the emperor passed by Chuxiu Palace by chance, he saw An Lingrong painting. He was deeply attracted by the painting and could not help but stop to admire it.

"This painting is rare in the world. I like it very much." The emperor exclaimed.

"I want to meet this painter and see her true face." The emperor said curiously.

The emperor has always had a strong interest in art, so when he learned that An Lingrong was good at painting, he could not wait to summon her. The emperor carefully admired An Lingrong's paintings and was attracted by her delicate brushstrokes.

He could not help but exclaim: "This painting is really exquisite!" An Lingrong bowed her head modestly to thank him, but she was ecstatic in her heart. This summons once again left a deep impression on An Lingrong in the emperor's heart.

The emperor smiled at An Lingrong and said, "I like your paintings very much. I hope you can continue to paint more beautiful works for me." An Lingrong was so grateful that she knelt down to thank him and said that she would live up to the emperor's expectations. So An Lingrong became the emperor's personal painter and began to paint various paintings for him.

As time went by, An Lingrong's status gradually rose. She was not only favored by the emperor, but also won the respect and admiration of everyone. However, this kind of scenery also attracted the jealousy and dissatisfaction of some people.

At a palace banquet, An Lingrong showed her latest painting to everyone. Just as everyone was praising it, a concubine with ulterior motives accidentally spilled wine on the painting. The concubine pretended to be panicked and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." But there was a subtle glimmer of pride in her eyes.

An Lingrong was heartbroken when she saw the ruined painting. However, she did not get angry or blame the concubine, but smiled gracefully to show that it was okay. She knew that doing so would only make her appear generous and graceful. Nevertheless, this incident still caused a lot of discussion among the other concubines present. Some thought it was an accident, while others wondered whether the concubine with ulterior motives did it on purpose.

However, An Lingrong did not show any displeasure or anger. Instead, she smiled and replied, "It's okay. It actually adds a different flavor to the painting."

The emperor heard their conversation and came over with great interest to carefully observe the painting stained with wine. He suddenly showed a pleasant expression and exclaimed: "This is really a wonderful work!"

Then, the emperor ordered without hesitation: "Come here, hang this painting in the most prominent place in the banquet hall so that everyone can appreciate this masterpiece."

This sudden move made the concubine's face suddenly become gloomy. She originally wanted to attack An Lingrong by destroying her paintings, but now this plan has completely failed. An Lingrong felt a warm power surge in her heart. She understood that the emperor's move was not only an approval of her paintings, but also a silent support and protection.

From that moment on, An Lingrong devoted herself to her creation. Her paintings not only showed her superb skills, but also contained her unique insights into life. Every stroke was full of vitality, and people seemed to be able to feel her inner emotional world through the picture.

Uncle always praises An Lingrong in his letters! Ronger's painting has improved again!

"What we are going to learn today is regular script. Everyone should listen carefully, look carefully, and write every stroke carefully." Aunt Qiufang said with a smile as she stood on the podium.

"Yes, auntie," they all answered in unison. Their voices were uniform and loud, as if they were ready.

"Okay, let's get started." Aunt Qiufang smiled and nodded. She picked up a delicate brush and gently dipped it in ink. Then, she slowly put the tip of the brush on the paper and wrote the word "永" stroke by stroke. The word was written in a dignified and beautiful manner, and every stroke was full of power and charm.

"These are the basic strokes of regular script. Everyone should read carefully and imitate them carefully." Aunt Qiufang put down her pen and looked at everyone with a gentle gaze. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable.

Everyone picked up their brushes and stared at the word "永" on the paper with concentration. They carefully imitated Aunt Qiufang's writing style, trying to write the same beautiful font. For a moment, the classroom was very quiet, with only the sound of slight breathing and the sound of the pen tip sliding on the paper.

"Very good, everyone is very serious." Aunt Qiufang nodded with satisfaction, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes. She walked slowly in the classroom, stopping from time to time, patiently guiding the students' writing skills.

"However, you must pay attention to the thickness and strength of the strokes. It should not be too light or too heavy." Aunt Qiufang reminded softly. Her words flowed into everyone's heart like a clear spring.

"Yes, Auntie," they all answered in unison. Their voices were firm and powerful, as if they had understood what Auntie Qiufang wanted.

"Okay, let's continue." Aunt Qiufang smiled and nodded, and returned to the podium. She wrote another word "永" on the paper. This time, her handwriting was more skillful, and every stroke was just right.

"This time, everyone should pay attention to the structure and proportion of the strokes. They should not be too loose or too tight." Aunt Qiufang put down her pen and looked at everyone expectantly. She believed that as long as everyone practiced hard, they would be able to write beautiful regular script.

Everyone picked up their brushes and carefully imitated Aunt Qiufang's writing style. They carefully dipped the brush tip into ink and gently dropped it onto the rice paper. Every stroke was filled with awe, as if they were writing their own life.

"Very good, everyone is very serious." Aunt Qiufang nodded with satisfaction, "However, you must pay attention to the turning and ending of the strokes. It can't be too stiff or too smooth. Calligraphy is like dancing. It requires a sense of rhythm and rhyme."

"Yes, auntie." Everyone answered in unison. They knew that this was not only a skill, but also a way to cultivate one's character. Here, they could forget the hustle and bustle of the outside world and immerse themselves in the world filled with the fragrance of ink.

"Okay, let's continue." Aunt Qiufang wrote another character "永" on the paper. This character was more complicated and difficult than the previous one. She explained: "This time, everyone should pay attention to the charm and momentum of the strokes. It can't be too rigid or too fancy. There should be a kind of smart beauty to make the characters come alive."

Everyone picked up their brushes and carefully imitated Aunt Qiufang's writing style. Sometimes they wrote slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes paused, and sometimes continued. Everyone was trying to find their own rhythm and style.

"Very good, everyone is very serious." Aunt Qiufang nodded with satisfaction, "However, you should pay attention to the changes and innovations of the strokes, and you can't always write exactly the same. The charm of calligraphy lies in its diversity and creativity. You should be brave enough to try different writing methods and show your own personality and characteristics."

"Yes, auntie." Everyone answered in unison. They understood that only by continuous exploration and breakthroughs can they go higher and higher on the road of calligraphy. And at this moment, they are moving towards that goal.

"Okay, let's continue." Aunt Qiufang wrote another word "永" on the paper, "This time, everyone should pay attention to the artistic conception and emotion of the strokes. It can't be too cold or too warm."

Everyone picked up their brushes and carefully imitated Aunt Qiufang's writing style. For a moment, the classroom was filled with the fragrance of ink and the sound of writing.

Aunt Qiufang looked at everyone with a smile, her eyes revealing satisfaction: "Very good, everyone is very serious." She nodded slightly to show her approval of everyone. However, she then reminded: "However, you must pay attention to the charm and style of the strokes, and it cannot be too ordinary or too unique." Her words carried a hint of teaching, making people understand that calligraphy is not just about imitation, but also about understanding the essence of it.

"Yes, aunt." Everyone answered in unison, their eyes focused and determined. Everyone knew that Aunt Qiufang's teachings were valuable experience, and they were willing to accept them with an open mind and work hard to improve their own works.

Aunt Qiufang smiled and nodded, then wrote the word "永" on the paper. This word seems simple, but it contains infinite changes and techniques. She explained to everyone: "This time, everyone should pay attention to the overall and partial strokes. It can't be too messy or too neat." Her tone was serious and earnest, hoping that everyone could truly understand and master these points.

Everyone picked up their brushes and started writing again. They carefully observed Aunt Qiufang's demonstration, trying to feel the rhythm and strength of each stroke. Their strokes gradually became more confident and fluent, as if they had become one with the brush.

Aunt Qiufang walked around the classroom, giving guidance and suggestions from time to time. She had a sharp eye and could find everyone's shortcomings and correct them in time. She encouraged everyone to bravely try different ways of writing and to give full play to their creativity and personality.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more lively. Everyone communicated and discussed with each other, sharing their experiences and insights. Aunt Qiufang's teachings were like a bright light, illuminating the way forward for everyone; and the interaction between classmates was like warm sunshine, making the entire learning atmosphere more harmonious and positive.

Under Aunt Qiufang's careful guidance, everyone's calligraphy skills improved day by day. An Lingrong's progress was particularly remarkable, and her regular script became more and more dignified and beautiful, which was amazing.

On this day, the eunuch chief Li Dequan came to inspect the calligraphy class and saw An Lingrong's works. He praised An Lingrong's calligraphy highly.

"Miss An, your calligraphy is dignified and beautiful, and has the style of a great master." Li Dequan looked at An Lingrong with admiration.

An Lingrong knelt down in fear and thanked him: "Thank you for the compliment, eunuch. I still have many shortcomings and need to continue to work hard."

Li Dequan smiled and nodded: "I see your humility and hard work. I hope you can continue to study calligraphy and contribute to the cultural heritage of the Qing Dynasty."

"I will follow your teachings, sir." An Lingrong said gratefully.

After Li Dequan left, An Lingrong's reputation spread throughout the palace, and her calligraphy became a popular item. However, she did not become complacent, but instead studied calligraphy more diligently.

An Lingrong's calligraphy career became more and more extensive. She not only taught calligraphy skills in the palace, but also wrote her own experience into a book for more people to learn from.