Should marry a concubine heart illuminating the moon

Should Shen Yu be angry?

Should!

Should Shen Yuxin ask Song Mingyue for a theory?

Should!

But Shen Yuxin thought, should she violate the third chapter of the contract?

Should not!

So Shen Yuxin, who was supposed to show off and help Song Mingyue who was swallowing her anger, also swallowed her anger and went back to the palace.

Because it was a two-room tile-roofed house deliberately placed by Zhao Zongqian, in order to avoid suspicion, other people would not come to this three-acre land except for Lu Ling who occasionally came to the door next door.There is a small open space in front of the house, with a stone table and two stone piers, which are no worse than those in the cold palace.

The sun was shining, and Shen Yuxin, who came back a step late, saw Song Mingjue sitting on the stone pier with a book and reading. Seeing that it was her who came back, she raised her finger and pointed to the room, smiling helplessly.

Shen Yuxin nodded, and gave Song Mingjue a look of enveloping me, regardless of whether Song Mingjue understood it or not, she walked into the room.

Inside the house, Song Mingyue fetched a basin of water, spread a rabbit down cloak on the tea table with a cracked corner, and carefully wiped the two black mud footprints amidst the snow-white with a hand towel that couldn't see its original color.Apparently, little has been achieved.

If I knew this earlier, why bother?Shen Yuxin secretly slandered her, but she didn't dare to say it out, for fear that Xiaojiabiyu would turn her eyebrows coldly at her once she tried her best.So she stood aside, coughed dryly, and said, "You have to use soap...soap locust to wash it off."

Song Mingyue turned to stare at her, and said coldly: "I don't know, I need you to teach me? But this saponin is not an ordinary thing, do you think anyone can use it?"

Shen Yu pondered for a moment, and then asked persistently, "Where is the vegetation here?"

Song Mingyue said without turning her head: "In the corner outside the house..." Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned around and asked, "What are you going to do again?!"

When Song Mingyue chased him out, he saw that Shen Yuxin had put a handful of grass and trees on the open space, and said with a smile, "I have an older brother who likes the outdoors... Oh no, I like to go to the deep mountains and old forests to play. It’s been half a month, and the ability to get local materials is amazing. Hey, borrow a fire.”

Song Mingyue folded her arms around her chest, squinted at her new trick and didn't plan to leave.Seeing this, Song Mingjue took the initiative to go to the house and took out a pair of flints, but unfortunately Shen Yuxin couldn't use them, so Song Mingjue had to do it for him.The grass and trees ignited a raging fire, and when the withered and yellow grass and trees were burnt away, Shen Yu stepped on the fire to extinguish it.In the winter season, the ashes that were still hot just now are now completely cool.

Shen Yuxin picked up a small handful, put it in her palm as if offering a treasure, and showed it to Song Mingyue, "Ordinary people also have things, come on, make sure to wash them clean, even fairer than that Princess Zhao Hui's face."

Anyway, Song Mingyue didn't feel sorry for the cloak, so she would have the cheek to beg Lu Ling again, and she wanted to see what tricks Shen Yuxin could pull off.Song Mingyue ignored Shen Yuxin, and followed her into the house, and saw that she had sprinkled all the ashes from her palms on the black mud footprints, then poured a handful of clear water on the ashes, and then wiped them fiercely with a towel.

Hey!Really clean!

Song Mingyue blinked her eyes, took a step forward and pulled Shen Yuxin away, and looked in disbelief at the rabbit down jacket that seemed to have been magically restored to shine as before.

"How did you do it?" Song Mingyue looked innocent and curious again.

The boastful Shen Yu was elated, and explained: "Although this plant ash is inconspicuous, it has a miraculous effect of strong decontamination ability. How about it? This effect is not inferior to saponins, right?"

Song Mingjue, who came here after hearing the sound, was amazed, and couldn't help but look at Shen Yuxin a little more, "Miss Shen is a real person who doesn't show her face, could it be that she came from some extraterrestrial expert? What else can I do to open my eyes to both my siblings? "

When Shen Yuxin was proud of herself, she blurted out: "My portrait painting is superb. If I say number one, no one dares to claim to be number two."

The Song brothers and sisters looked at each other, both surprised, and said in unison: "Really?"

The water poured out of Haikou, which was boasting, made Shen Yu feel uneasy, and hesitated: "It's...of course it is true, but the things here are not all in order, so I can't draw it."

Unexpectedly, Song Mingjue volunteered and said: "I have some friendship with the servant boy of the Confucius Institute. I will find a way to get you what you need."

Seeing the way Song Mingyue's eyeballs rolled around, Shen Yu secretly thought that something was wrong, so she intentionally wondered: "Is there any charcoal pencil? This portrait is most concerned about the precise and clear lines. No matter how hard a wolf hair is, it can't compare with the fineness of charcoal pencil."

How can there be charcoal pencils in ancient times?Song Mingjue asked with a sad face: "What is this charcoal pencil? I have never heard it mentioned by gentlemen."

A few stones hanging in Shen Yuxin's heart fell down, and with a wave of her hand, she said regretfully: "Damn, those sour gentlemen who can only read the Four Books and Five Classics, and paint landscapes in ink and wash, how can you know this strange person and strange thing. This charcoal pencil, but It’s a good thing, the painted portraits are no different from real people.”

"It's so mysterious?" Song Mingjue propped his chin and muttered.

Song Mingyue wasn't as easy to fool as her younger brother, and said sarcastically, "Don't tell me you don't have that ability, just pretend to be face-saving?"

Shen Yuxin chuckled, "Actually, this charcoal pencil is not a rare item. It is often used by craftsmen to measure and set frames. It is rare to see it for reading and writing. Ming Jue, go to the craftsman and ask, there must be some. Come two."

Song Mingyue gave Shen Yuxin an angry look, stopped her younger brother who was about to go out, and said coldly: "Mingjue, study hard, I'll go."

After Song Mingyue left, Shen Yuxin dared to ask, "Little brother, do you have any drawing paper?"

Song Mingjue was stunned for a moment before realizing that Shen Yuxin was calling him.But Song Mingjue, who already regarded Shen Yuxin as an expert in the world, didn't care, and said with a smile: "Yes, a few days ago, the eldest prince praised me for my improvement in calligraphy, so he rewarded me with a top-grade Liuxuan, and I will go and get it right away. "

The craftsmanship of rice paper in ancient times was not comparable to today's. Shen Yuxin groped the paper with her fingertips for a while, and sighed: "It would be better if we add some straw cloth to soak the paste."

Song Mingjue was dumbfounded, and asked in a low voice: "Miss Shen, do you still understand this?"

Shen Yuxin smiled, "I have been dealing with these things since I was a child, how could I not know? The quality of this piece of paper is inseparable from the selection of raw materials to the meticulous craftsmanship. This Liu Shuxuan is good or not. , but in terms of painting, Jing Shengxuan is better."

Although Song Mingjue was lucky enough to study together with all the princes, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used are quite different.Knowing what is good is good, but not knowing what is good.

While the two were chatting, Song Mingyue came back.Seeing that the two were having a happy conversation, Song Mingjue was even more convinced, so he said angrily: "Here, the charcoal pencil you want."

Shen Yuxin took the charcoal pencil, groped for a while, and sighed softly: "It's okay, just use it."

Song Mingyue couldn't see how she thought of herself so highly, so she snorted coldly and turned her head to go into the house.Shen Yuxin hurriedly called her to stop, and said: "Hey, Miss Song, don't go, who will I draw when you go?"

Song Mingyue turned around, pointed at herself, and said in surprise, "You want to draw me?"

Shen Yuxin walked up behind her, pushed and shoved her, and said with a smile: "Isn't it okay for me to make amends for you? If I don't paint you today as beautiful as a fairy, and you are famous everywhere, I, Shen Yuxin, will not abandon my painting in the future. carry!"

Song Mingyue wanted to see a good show, but she didn't stop her, allowing Shen Yuxin to push her on the stone pier and set her pose.

"You just sit here and don't move, just be patient for twenty... half a stick of incense." Shen Yuxin patted her on the shoulder, walked back to her stone pier and sat down, picked up a broken wooden board that she didn't know where to pick up, Covered with snow-white rice paper, he picked up the charcoal pencil like scissors in one hand, his expression suddenly changed, and he was extremely focused.

Seeing that she looked good, Song Mingyue restrained her thoughts and became a silent model.

Shen Yuxin first picked up the charcoal pencil and stood it upright in front of her, compared it to Song Mingyue for a while, and then immersed herself in making gestures on the rice paper.During the interval, he raised his head to look at her from time to time, all with abnormally focused expressions.Song Mingyue couldn't help feeling rippling in her heart, could it be that Ming Jue really made a bet on the right treasure, and this perverse Shen Yuxin is really an unborn expert?

Bright white snow, clear sky, poor tile-roofed houses and small courtyards, cracked and dilapidated stone piers complement the beauty of the world.Three thousand blue silk, willow leaves and black eyebrows, beautiful nose, red lips, a pair of bright autumn eyes like a bright moon in the sky, and there is a bit of sadness in the world.All under the pen of Shen Yuxin, they all come alive on the paper one by one.

Song Mingyue couldn't see it, but she could clearly see Song Mingjue's expression from surprise to amazement.I couldn't bear to be curious a few times, and wanted to see it for myself.

Is it really that mysterious?

After half a stick of incense had passed, Song Mingyue was fascinated by Shen Yu who was painting, and she didn't wake up until Shen Yu finished her brush and breathed out.Immediately, he lifted the hem of the skirt and trotted to the front of the painting.She exclaimed, and there was only one word left in her mind, a stroke of genius!

"Wonderful!" Song Mingjue looked at his sister, then at Shen Yuxin's painting, and clapped his hands in praise, "It's really wonderful! Miss Shen, if this painting comes out, not to mention today's world, even a hundred years from now, no one can match it!"

Shen Yu calmly took off the drawing paper, handed it to Song Mingyue, and smiled slightly: "This drawing is yours, so it is yours."

Song Mingyue was shocked and speechless, she looked at this shocking painting as if she was looking in a mirror.But when she took a closer look, she felt unhappy.Although the woman in the painting is dressed in simple clothes, she still has a bit of a dusty air, but her eyes are full of sadness, which is obviously unsatisfactory, and her fairy spirit has been ruined.

Shen Yuxin is a painter. Seeing Song Mingyue's frown, she knew the reason, so she said, "I held a brush at the age of three, painted at the age of four, and I was able to draw portraits vividly at the age of 12. Miss Song, don't blame me. Painters never go against their will, they paint whatever they see. When your resentment disappears, I will draw another one for you, and I hope that by then you will be able to bear the title of peerless peerless."

Song Mingyue didn't respond, and carefully rolled up the portrait with her lips pursed, and entered the room.

Shen Yu was overjoyed.