Looking more closely, the lines in this portrait are of varying thicknesses, lack strength, and the surface of the paper is not very clean.
A very bad painting, poorly executed.
Fourth Master Jiang asked the servant beside him, "Has anyone entered my study recently?"
The servants looked at each other and shook their heads.
Fourth Master Jiang looked at the painting carefully, and finally found a small ink handprint in the lower right corner.
Very shallow and blurry.
It is similar in shape to the print left by a cat's paw, small and round.
It's a child's handprint.
Fourth Master Jiang immediately knew who it was.
"Go and get the young master." He said to the servant.
When the servant who went out found Jiang Jinxing, the little guy was strolling around the yard of the big house.
It’s fun to catch cats and play with dogs.
The last time he crawled through the dog hole, he heard Liu saying bad things about his family behind their backs. Since then, Jiang Jinxing has become particularly active in strolling.
Uncle Jiang gets a headache whenever he sees his little nephew. He is just like a younger version of the Imperial Guards patrolling Nanjing. It seems that if he catches them saying bad things about his family, he will report it to his uncle like the wind.
Unfortunately, the nephew is so young, and the old uncle obviously favors him. If he drives him away directly, he would seem heartless.
I can only sulk.
Jiang Jinxing was brought back to Fourth Master Jiang, who pointed at the painting and asked, "Did you put this painting in here?"
Jiang Jinxing took a look and was not panicked at all. He nodded with an expression of "It was me who did the bad thing, but what can you do to me?"
He patted the portrait, and his palm happened to coincide with the blurry cat-paw-like handprint in the lower right corner of the canvas.
Fourth Master Jiang asked, "Did you draw this?"
Jiang Jinxing nodded again.
If it was drawn by a seven-year-old child, it wouldn't be so crude.
He never taught him to paint.
He looks a bit like his son.
Fourth Master Jiang's expression softened a little, and he asked, "Why did you put His Highness the Ninth Prince's painting in there?"
Jiang Jinxing said confidently: "Daddy wants to find a husband for my sister, but daddy's vision..."
He let out a light "tsk", and scanned the scrolls that had been flipped or not flipped, like picking pork, with a picky look, "Too bad."
He wrinkled his nose and said shamelessly, "My vision is better, no... much better. Dad, you can't."
Fourth Master Jiang was silent for a moment.
After a moment.
Jiang Jinxing was chased around the yard and beaten by Jiang Siye.
Son, this kind of thing
If you don't punish him for three days, the roof will fall off!
Jiang Jinxing jumped up and down all the way until he jumped to Jiang Qinshi's side, hid behind Jiang Qinshi, and stayed close to his mother's body temperature before he breathed a sigh of relief.
He held Jiang Qinshi's sleeves tightly, like a quail drenched by the rain, panting while his expression calmed down.
Jiang Qinshi protected her son and looked at her husband, "Why are you angry again?"
Fourth Master Jiang was also slightly out of breath and said, "This brat sneaked into my study again, stole my brushes and ink, and mixed the portrait of the Ninth Prince into the portraits I was looking at."
Fourth Master Jiang didn't really want to beat his son, but Jiang Jinxing's temper was just as bad as before, so he had to use some powerful moves so that the boy would remember things. "I have to teach him not to mess around with his sister's marriage."
"I'm not fooling around." Jiang Jinxing secretly peeked out from behind Jiang Qinshi, and defended himself, "I just put the portrait inside, and didn't force Dad to choose. I don't even know who Dad is looking for. Looking at the portrait, they are all ugly and ugly, and they don't look as good as me. I don't want them to be my brother-in-law."
The more organized he is.
The more Mr. Jiang Si became, the more annoyed he became.
Jiang Qinshi hurriedly asked the maid to take Jiang Jinxing aside and patted Fourth Master Jiang on the chest, "During the time in Yecheng, Jinxing had a lot of contact with Nian Nian and the Ninth Prince. As for those noblemen in Jinling, Jinxing had never met them, so naturally he felt that the Ninth Prince was better. You don't have to be angry with him."
Fourth Master Jiang glanced at Jiang Jinxing.
The little figure was squatting by the wall, holding a small wooden stick in his little hand, angrily drawing his face on the ground in the yard.
He painted his face with his features misplaced and squeezed together.
Fourth Master Jiang: “…”
Raising a son means enduring bullying.
Fourth Master Jiang deliberately said to Jiang Jinxing, "Even if I can't find someone who satisfies me, I will never marry Nian Nian to any prince."
Jiang Jinxing looked even angrier from behind. The face drawn with a small wooden stick had no facial features at all.
Jiang Qin sighed and asked, "Have you found someone who satisfies you?"
Fourth Master Jiang: “…”
Like his son, he thought that all the boys in Jinling were ugly.
But the problem is, princes and the like are nothing!
Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Qinshi understood and shook her head helplessly.
She thought similarly to those servants. If they really let Fourth Master Jiang continue looking, according to his standards, he would never find the person in the end of time.
"In twenty days, it will be the old lady's birthday. I will ask someone to send invitations to all the noble young men of the right age in Jinling. When the banquet comes, please pay attention to see who is suitable. Also pay attention to see who will be the best person to invite every year."
When Fourth Master Jiang thought about his daughter standing with that brat, he wanted to take out a knife, but he held his breath and said, "It's up to you."
"But don't give the invitation to the princes, princes, or the like." This was his final insistence, "especially the Ninth Prince."
…
Bailu Academy, in Qingshan Academy where Mr. Yan taught.
Pei Songyu closed the invitation in his hand and handed it to the servant beside him, "I will go to celebrate the birthday of the old lady in the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion at the end of the month. Go and prepare a gift, and be thoughtful."
"Brother Pei, why does she attach so much importance to the birthday of Lady Ning Anbo?"
A voice sounded beside me.
The speaker is Yu Yinxue, who shared a dormitory with Pei Songyu.
He entered the academy two years later than Pei Songyu. He was the illegitimate son of the Dali Temple Minister and the son of a concubine. He was not valued much in his family.
Yu Yinxue sat down on the other side of the stone table and looked at Pei Songyu with a smile, "I've never seen Brother Pei so attentive to things other than studying."
"The Jiang family has been kind to me." Pei Songyu looked calm. Seeing that the servant behind Yu Yinxue was also holding an invitation, he said, "Since you have also received an invitation, why don't I go with you on the birthday banquet?"
"Of course it's great, but..."
Yu Yinxue sighed, "I have never had any dealings with the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion. After I get there, I will have to trouble Brother Pei to introduce me."
Pei Songyu agreed, and he smiled, "Thank you, Brother Pei."
After chatting for a while, Yu Yinxue changed the subject and asked, "Does Fourth Master Jiang, who just returned to the capital, have an unmarried daughter?"
Pei Songyu recalled what he saw a few days ago. He was distracted for a moment and nodded.
Seeing Pei Songyu's distraction, Yu Yinxue couldn't help but ponder a little more.
He put on a gentle smile and asked tentatively, "Brother Pei is her distant cousin, right? Fourth Master Jiang is interested in finding a husband for his daughter. Does Brother Pei have any thoughts on this matter?"
Pei Songyu frowned slightly, then shook his head firmly, "Before I have achieved success and established a career, I will not think about starting a family."
"Brother Pei is dedicated to learning. I am ashamed to say that I am not as good as him." Yu Yinxue felt much more relaxed.
Yu Yinxue is a bastard in the family and has always been neglected. If he wants to make his future smoother, he must find a way to find a good marriage for himself, and finally his wife's family can become his helper.
"This time old
It’s possible that Fourth Master Jiang will take this opportunity to find a husband for his daughter at his wife’s birthday party. "He had never known much about the Jiang family before, and was about to ask Pei Songyu more when he suddenly felt a cold light behind him.
Looking back, I saw a person sitting in a wheelchair under the shade of a tree.
Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu both stood up and bowed, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
Rong Ting nodded slightly.
His eyes swept over the servant behind the two men, and the invitation in his hand.
The glance passed by indifferently, but in the end nothing happened.
But Huai Qing was extremely scared.
He heard the conversation between Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue just now.
The tone of Yu Yinxue's speech was a bit like the tone that the Ninth Prince used when he spoke in front of the Third Prince that day...
My feelings towards Fourth Miss Jiang are unclear.
His Highness the Ninth Prince must have heard it as well.
Now that you've heard it, how can you not do something?
But when he saw Rong Ting turned around and looked at him, he said, "Take me to find Mr. Yan."
Huai Qing had a look of slight surprise.
He turned his head and glanced at Yu Yinxue, as if he was looking at some rare creature protected by divine light.
He actually managed to get His Majesty the Ninth Prince to let him go.
…
Yan Nanxun was in the attic on the second floor of his study, holding a book in one hand and a red brush in the other, making circles and dots.
Just the way he sits exudes an air of nobleness that is unparalleled in the world.
Hearing the knock on the door, he said "Come in" without even raising his head.
"Teacher." Rong Ting handed over the scroll in his hand, "Teacher, I have memorized the history book you asked me to memorize."
Yan Nanxun picked up two pages at random and asked him about it. Seeing that he had indeed memorized it by heart, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
It's only been a few days...
A few days ago, Empress Jiahe sent a eunuch to tell him that the Ninth Prince was careless in his studies when he was young and did not develop good habits. If he was disrespectful to his teachers or was lazy and not studious, he should not be reluctant to punish him severely for the sake of her or Emperor Zhaowu.
Yan Nanxun was a hot-tempered person. No matter whether he was a prince or not, he sometimes didn't even give face to the emperor, let alone Empress Jiahe.
But since Empress Jiahe sent someone to remind him in this way, he thought that the Ninth Prince would be someone who could not endure hardships due to his natural spiritual energy. He was a little worried for a moment, fearing that he had chosen the wrong person.
Yan Nanxun looked at him sideways, his eyes a little cold, "Have you had a photographic memory since childhood?"
Rong Ting shook his head, a faint blue hue visible on the skin under his eyelids, "I am a dull disciple, and I know I am not as good as the other brothers. I spent several days and nights memorizing it before I could memorize it by heart."
Huai Qing: “…”
He saw with his own eyes that at night, under the candlelight, the little prince was holding the book he got from the jeweler, hammering on jade or casting gold and silver, and he was not memorizing the book at all.
Things seem to be happening strangely lately. I've started to figure out how to make candy beans. Anyway, I'm not memorizing them.
He didn't even see when the Ninth Prince picked up the book.
This is called stupidity. No one in the world is smart.
When it was a good time for him to show off, His Highness the Ninth Prince lied.
However, considering the Ninth Prince's current situation, with so many people in the palace wanting to harm him, it would be a good idea for him to hide his shortcomings.
Hearing Rong Ting say this, Yan Nanxun nodded and his eyes softened.
Rong Ting's attitude made him quite satisfied.
If Rong Ting was too casual as Empress Jiahe said, no matter how impressed he was with Rong Ting's conversation during their first night talk, no matter how smart he was, he would not take it too seriously.
Reading is not just about gaining temporary intelligence.
He found a few new history books from the bookshelf and handed them to Rong Ting, "These books have my annotations. Since you have memorized them long ago, just look at these first."
Rong Ting thanked him, then suddenly raised his eyes to Yan Nanxun, and said with a smile: "Sir, the weather outside is sunny today, the sky is like the sea, it is very beautiful, sir, would you like to take a look? It really makes people open their minds."
Yan Nanxun looked at the young man with a clean smile that showed his sharp fangs, and suddenly realized that this was the youngest of all his disciples.
His tone just now was too harsh.
This is just a little kid who hasn't even reached adulthood. When walking, look at the sky and the earth, simply and sincerely.
Looking at him, he couldn't help but think of his own youth, and was somewhat infected. He smiled and said, "Then I'll go and take a look."
Rong Ting reminded, "Sir, look from the north window, the clouds over there are beautiful."
Yan Nanxun's servant opened the north window a little wider for Yan Nanxun.
Yan Nanxun stood by the window and looked up
But he saw Yu Yinxue and Pei Songyu chatting with their books beside the stone table.
Yu Yinxue had a big smile on his face, and it didn't look like he was talking about poetry or books.
"Standing there and chatting, have you read all the books in the world? What is there to talk about?"
Yan Nanxun has always been very strict with his disciples, and he said this with some annoyance.
Although Yu Yinxue is smart, he never uses his intelligence to come up with ideas and always wants to find shortcuts.
But he is always smiling and never makes mistakes.
There was no chance to teach him a lesson.
“Are you talking about Senior Brother Pei and Senior Brother Yu?” Rong Ting asked at the right time.
"I mean them. You just came over there. Did you hear what they were talking about?"
"I have never noticed..."
Huai Qing was wondering how Rong Ting could say that he didn't hear anything, when he saw Rong Ting tilt his head slightly and look at him while speaking.
The sunlight from the window fell on his face, and he looked very harmless. "Huai Qing, did you hear anything?"
Huai Qing's expression changed slightly.
He understood.
The Ninth Prince asked Yan Nanxun to open the window taking advantage of the weather, so that he could see Pei Songyu and Yu Yinxue chatting.
Then he asked this servant to tell tales.
And His Highness the Ninth Prince, from beginning to end, was like a lotus, rising above the mud without being stained.
Just a boy who loves to watch the sky.
"The two gentlemen are talking about attending a banquet at the Ning'an Marquis's residence." After following Rong Ting for a long time, Huai Qing felt that he had practiced some skills. "The one their servants are holding is the invitation."
Yan Nanxun took a quick glance and saw the invitations in the hands of the two servants, which were the same as the ones on his desk.
He couldn't control his temper, and angrily picked up something from the table and threw it out of the window.
The lion's roar and the ruler rushed towards Yu Yinxue's forehead at the same time, "Do you know how to study hard now?"
…
Huai Qing looked at the invitation on Yan Nanxun's desk and looked at Rong Ting with some sympathy: "Ninth Prince, it seems that you are the only one in the academy who has not received an invitation."
But there was not the slightest fluctuation in Rong Ting's expression.
Sadness, loneliness, none of that.
He flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand with his long fingers, his expression and tone were indifferent, "Does it mean that I can't go if I don't have an invitation?"
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