Shin's painter

Shen Sanxiu seemed to understand, got down obediently, ran back to the small stool and sat down, secretly eating delicious preserved fruit when no one was looking.

Seeing this, Shen Xiaozhi felt inexplicably warm.

Because of Mrs. Sun, she was forced to accept Seventh Son as an apprentice, and she was also unhappy.It's just seeing that she cares deeply for her son Xiu, and Xiu loves to be close to her, so she has long since left that unhappiness behind.

She loves to be lazy, except for her son, she doesn't want to accept apprentices and teach others to learn painting in her life.It's not bad to have one more loyal apprentice now.

The sacrifices have been prepared, the snow road has been cleared, and they are about to set off to invite the ancestors.

Pian Shen Sanxiu was lazy in Sun Qizi's arms and refused to come down.Even though Master Shen reprimanded him sharply, he didn't seem to listen and let you make noise.

When there was a stalemate, Sun Qizi said: "My family has to wait for the fourth brother to return home, and we will invite the ancestors in the evening. If sister Xiaozhi doesn't mind, I will go with you and help take care of Axiu."

Painter Shen couldn't ask for more.

A group of five people set off in a carriage.

At the foot of Mingtang Mountain.

Sandalwood and the groom carried the offerings in front, Shen the painter was in the middle, Sun Qizi carried the child in one hand and a fruit basket in the other, and headed for the Shen family's ancestral grave.

Painter Shen was dressed in a willow yellow wide skirt and a white fox fur as usual, walking in the snow, dancing like a little yellow butterfly.

Because her black silk is too smooth, her hair is difficult to tie.Therefore, I kept combing the Liuyun bun, which was not liked by people at the time, and it was too loose to appear undignified. Even though the painter Pian Shen combed the Liuyun bun, it only added a bit of literati's casualness, but it did not look undignified at all.

At that time, she wore a prickly ash hairpin in her hair, with emerald jade as leaves, purple crows as fruits, and purple red beads shining brightly in the sun.

This is her gift of apprenticeship.

A Zanthoxylum bungeanum hairpin, intended to accompany the prime minister.

Painter Shen, do you understand the meaning of this?

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 soft bun;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 7

The warm winter sun hangs out the window, the snow is half-melted, and the running water is murmuring.

Shen Sanxiu sat quietly on his special stool, holding a big steamed stuffed bun in both hands, gnawed it with his head down, and there were crumbs all over the floor.On the other side, Sandalwood is busy, and has no time to take care of him and the mess on the ground.

Dajiao Xiaoshe has a small population.

One cook and one cook, two long-term workers, two maids, including her and Shen's mother and son, there are only nine people in total.The girl is kind and considerate of everyone, and she will prepare new clothes for everyone before the new year.

Everyone happily returned with their clothes.

There are only three sets of clothes left on the table, namely: white, willow yellow and peach red.Shen Sanxiu only loves white, while Liu Huang is exclusive to Painter Shen, and the dazzling pink is the taste of Painter Shen.

Sandalwood only loves black.

Simple, low-key and dirt-resistant.Her clothes box was all black.

Painter Shen once teased: Sandalwood, you are, not 80 years old.The old lady doesn't like black either, she looks like a crow from a distance, but coal from a close look.

Later, I really couldn't hold back the girl's mouth, and every first day she could only wear the clothes chosen by Shen painter himself, and only one day was enough to make Shen painter happy for a while.

This year it was pink.It's not like she's a little girl in Zongjiao, but she was actually made to wear peach pink.

Sandalwood's eyebrows and eyes were knotted, her teeth were chattering, and she clenched her hands tightly to resist the urge to burn.

The instigator approached enthusiastically, and praised with satisfaction: "Wow, this year's clothes are also good at handcrafting. I think He Cui Xuan will surpass Yin Li Yuan in three or five years."

The price of clothes in Yinliyuan is ridiculously expensive, even if you have silver taels, you can't afford it.Therefore, she goes to He Cui Xuan, the rival of Yinli Garden, to order clothes every year. The price is reasonable and the workmanship is exquisite.

Sandalwood said nothing.

No matter how reasonable the price is, no matter how delicate the handwork is, she doesn't like it.

Shen Xiaozhi said again: "I saw this pomegranate dress, and I think it suits you. Sandalwood, you say yes!"

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Sandalwood took a deep breath to resist the urge to curse.She asked word by word: "Why does the girl think it is suitable for sandalwood?"

"Ha ha……"

No matter how stupid Painter Shen is, she is not blind, and the cold air hit her, making her pretend to be stupid with a smile.

"Girl is happy, can you wear it yourself?" Sandalwood kindly suggested.

On the first day, there are many trivial matters.In the early morning, when guests arrive, it is indispensable to greet and prepare the wine table; in the afternoon, you need to go out, pay New Year's greetings, and give out porridge;

Wouldn't it be embarrassing for her to wear this delicate pink dress all day long? !

"I'm a painter, so I have to maintain my usual elegant style." Painter Shen replied confidently.If a literati has no personality, he will have no topic, and if there is no topic, he will have no value.

Like her uncle, Shen Qubian, who is also a master, has a perverse personality and drinks too much.

He had to drink while painting, and he couldn't paint without alcohol.

However, he drank too much and his hands began to tremble. The doctor advised him to quit drinking, otherwise he would not be able to paint, but he would still go his own way.Completely disregarding that he is the best painter in Sanyuan Kingdom, and it is for this reason that he has become a legend in Sanyuan Kingdom.

And when it comes to the color of clothing, it has long been exclusive in Sanyuan.

The white is taken care of by Wangfu Xianyou and Yin Liyuan Xinye, one is a beautiful woman like a banished fairy, with a peerless appearance, and the other is like a bewitching white fox that seduces many men and women.