Chapter 68 Liar
Lin Qianqian goes to supervise and check the construction of the Ice Sculpture Garden every day.
This project is very important and is related to the survival of the people of Beiyue City.
Lin Qianqian specifically went there in the evening to see the effect at night.
She stood next to an ice sculpture of a crane, her eyes full of amazement.
These ice sculpture masters have really good skills. The tigers, monkeys, lions, etc. they carved are lifelike and vivid.
Especially this crane, flapping its wings as if it was about to fly high.
The elderly master came over and lit up several ice lanterns.
When lights are turned on inside the ice sculptures, their luster is almost as bright as diamonds, extremely dazzling.
If there is a disadvantage, it is that the colors are not rich enough.
"Master, can you make colored ice lanterns?"
"Yes, this is easy."
The old master took out colored paper and wrapped the light, thus making the color of the ice lantern colorful.
This isn't colorful enough and feels a bit dull.
Lin Qianqian has always pursued perfection.
Imagine if the ice could be dyed into various bright colors, then when the light was turned on it would look like glass. That would be perfect.
The question is how to dye it?
Lin Qianqian remembered that she had several medicinal herbs that could be used for dyeing.
The seeds of gardenia can be used to make tea or dye yellow.
But just one color is not enough.
Originally, you could buy a lot of dyes in shops selling study tools. They were basically ground mineral stones, and had pretty good dyeing effects.
But in Beiyueguan, a remote place, there is not even a store selling pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
Lin Qianqian couldn't help but wonder, is there no scholar in Beiyue Pass?
"It would be nice if I could buy some colored pigments for painting."
Si Xuan came here with Lin Qianqian. He had already guessed what Lin Qianqian was thinking and provided some very useful information.
"I came to Beiyue Pass in a hurry and didn't bring any paints, but there is someone who must have them. Qin Chuan's second son, Qin Feng, is a scholar and is addicted to painting. He must have various colors of paints."
Lin Qianqian was obsessed with making ice lanterns that looked like colored glass, so she needed paint to color the ice.
The most direct way is to ask someone to go to Qin Feng to buy paint.
Zhao Xiaoliu went to Qin's residence under Si Xuan's assignment, but unfortunately he didn't even get to meet Qin Feng.
He quoted a very high price to Qin Feng's servant, but still failed to buy the paint from Qin Feng.
Zhao Xiaoliu returned to the Qianhu Mansion in dejection.
"Miss Lin, this is really not my fault. I didn't even get to see the second young master Qin. His servant said that Qin Feng treasured the pigments he used for painting as if they were his life, and he was reluctant to sell them."
There was no discouragement in Lin Qianqian's voice. "It's okay. I'll think of a way."
Since Qin Feng likes painting, let's cater to his taste.
Lin Qianqian decided to imitate the snow scene painting by the painting saint Liu Changming.
She wrote fluently, and the imitation painting was completed in just half an incense stick of time.
Painters like famous paintings and calligraphy. If I exchange this with the second young master Qin, my hope should be quite good.
She did not avoid Si Xuan and asked directly, "My Lord, what do you think of this painting I made in imitation of the painting master?"
"Qianqian, I feel that your imitation of the painting of the Saint of Painting's snow scene is more artistic than the Saint of Painting's own painting."
Zhao Xiaoliu was very skeptical: Is it more artistic than the paintings of the painting saint himself? The problem is that we can't see the real works of the painting saint at the scene. How can someone imitate a painting without referring to the original painting? Can it really be very similar?
My Lord Marquis is such a sweet talker!
He used to be a stranger to women, but now he suddenly has a crush on someone. This is such a huge progress.
Every time he sees Miss Lin, whom he likes, he praises her without asking any questions.
He is as fierce as a tiger and looks like a fool.
Even with such overwhelming praise, I have never seen Miss Lin so moved!
The revolution has not yet succeeded, and My Lord still needs to work hard.
After the paint on the painting dried, Si Xuan waved for Zhao Xiaoliu to come closer.
"Xiao Liu, take this painting to exchange with Qin Feng for paint, the sooner the better. Be careful not to damage the painting."
"Yes, sir."
Zhao Xiaoliu didn't know how to paint, and he didn't feel confident holding the painting in his hands.
My Lord, you are a lover who sees beauty in everything, which is why you think Miss Lin's painting is good. Mr. Qin Feng is a famous painter. I heard that he is very well-known in the northwest. I am afraid he will look down on Miss Lin's paintings.
Although Zhao Xiaoliu was thinking about it, he still took the things and went to Qin's house.
When he asked Qin Feng's servant to pass the painting into the house, Qin Feng himself came out after a while.
He ran away.
This was the first time Zhao Xiaoliu met the second son of the Qin family.
Look at the second son of the Qin family, with his hair disheveled and draped behind him, like a madman.
I heard that the second young master Qin is obsessed with painting and is a little crazy. It seems the rumors are true.
The second young master Qin held the painting made by Lin Qianqian in both hands, with an expression close to madness on his face.
"Are you really willing to sell this painting to me?"
Zhao Xiaoliu: "No, I want to use this painting to exchange for some paint from Mr. Qin Er, I need it urgently."
Qin Feng said to the servant beside him, Adou, "Go pack up all the paints in the study and take them out."
When the paint was delivered, it filled a large basket.
Zhao Xiaoliu was very fortunate that the mission was completed.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw Qin Feng take off the jade pendant from his waist and force it into his hand.
"My paints are worthless, not enough to exchange for this priceless painting. I'll give you the jade pendant as well."
Zhao Xiaoliu felt a little ashamed: "Mr. Qin, this is an imitation of a painting, not the real thing, you have been deceived."
Qin Feng raised his right hand, pulled his messy hair, and said anxiously: "What should I do? Even with the jade pendant, it's still not enough. Brother Zhao, wait a moment, I'll go to the house and get some more things."
Soon, the second son of the Qin family came out with another basket.
There were gold, silver and jade ornaments in the basket, even a jade hairpin for tying hair.
Zhao Xiaoliu: This? Why do I feel like I came to the Qin family to rob them?
I am a big liar. I am completely an accomplice of Miss Lin.
Qin Feng was full of gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Zhao. I got a great bargain this time. I spent so little money to buy such a beautiful painting. I made a fortune."
Zhao Xiaoliu felt like a big liar who had deceived the simple-minded Qin Feng.
Although Qin Chuan is a very unreliable person, his second son Qin Chuan is really naive and easy to deceive.
Qin Feng held Zhao Xiaoliu's hand tightly and begged him, "Brother Zhao, next time you have a painting by the Painting Saint, you must bring it to me to exchange for something else. Although I have no money, my family is still quite wealthy. Don't worry, I will definitely not buy on credit."
Zhao Xiaoliu is a rough man, a warrior. He doesn't know whether Lin Qianqian's painting is really good or Qin Feng is really stupid?
Anyway, he had successfully completed his mission and didn't want to stay any longer.
It is better to stay away from this idiot, the Second Young Master Qin. Lying to others makes him feel extremely ashamed.
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