"Who is Mo Jiazi? How dare he come to Yunjie Duke's Mansion!" Yin Yuan couldn't believe what he heard from the gatekeeper.
Among the 24 founding heroes of the Tang dynasty, Yin Kaishan, the Duke of Yunjie, passed away the earliest. Yin Kaishan died of illness in the 6th year of Wude when he followed Li Shimin to fight against Liu Heitong.
He didn't even have a son. Finally, his nephew, Yin Yuan, inherited the title of Duke of Yunjie. He was only 16 years old and was young and impulsive. When he heard that Meton came to Yunjie Duke's Mansion, he flew into a rage.
How could he not know that the son of the Mo family had been driven out continuously? Moreover, he had already received Zhangsun Chong's secret promise that he would let Yan Liben draw the portrait of Yunjie Duke Yin Kaishan in the Lingyan Pavilion. He originally thought that the son of the Mo family would not dare to come, but he did not expect that the son of the Mo family dared to come to the gate of Yunjie Duke's Mansion after being rejected by three families in succession.
"Mo Jiazi dared to set his eyes on us. He really thinks I'm a pushover," Yin Yuan said angrily.
"Young master, Mo Jiazi is still waiting for your reply at the door. What do you think? "The housekeeper of Yunjie Duke's Mansion asked.
"Since Mo Jiazi dared to humiliate himself, don't blame me for not showing mercy to him!" Yin Yuan was so angry that he stood up and walked to the door.
"Stop!"
An angry shout stopped Yin Yuan. An old woman with a ruddy face and white hair stared at Yin Yuan angrily with a walking stick.
"Old Man!"
The housekeeper hurriedly saluted.
"Grandma! Why are you here? "Yin Yuan hurriedly went forward to support the old woman with a respectful and filial expression.
The old woman was Yin Kaishan's mother, the true head of the Yunjie Manor, Old Madam Yin. Back then, when Yin Kaishan died young, the entire Yin Family was like a landslide. It was Old Madam Yin who came up with strategies and took charge of the situation. She strongly advocated that Yin Yuan's son be Yin Kaishan's son, observe mourning for him, and inherit Yin Kaishan's title of nobility. This was how the Yin Family's fame and nobility was preserved.
"Unfilial son! If I didn't come, you would've ruined the glory that the Yin Family had painstakingly preserved. "Old Man Yin looked at Yin Yuan angrily.
"Grandma? Mo Jiazi came to our door and used my late father to fish for fame, damaging our Yin Family's reputation. I'm already being polite to him by chasing him out! "Yin Yuan said indignantly.
"Unfilial son, you still refuse to come to your senses. Let's not talk about how Mo Jiazi is like the sun in the midday sky, and Jane is in the emperor's heart. Even if you chased away the artist that His Majesty arranged for Kai Shan, do you still want your father's portrait to be displayed in the Lingyan Pavilion?" Old Man Yin said resentfully. Being able to enter the Lingyan Pavilion was the foundation of the Yin Family's wealth for the next hundred years. How could they tolerate the slightest bit of negligence?
"Oh! Grandma is worried about this. "Yin Yuan heaved a sigh of relief. "Grandma, don't worry. Grandson is on good terms with Zhangsun Chong. He has already promised me to invite the current national artist, Yan Liben, to draw my late father's portrait. Yan Liben has been concentrating on developing a new painting technique and has already mastered it. It's not the slightest bit inferior to Mo Jiazi's painting technique. "
When Old Man Yin heard Yin Yuan's explanation, not only did he not believe it, he became furious and hit Yin Yuan's back with his walking stick. "Zhangsun Chong? Zhangsun Chong, you really listened to other people's slanderous words and died early. Our Yin Family is in a precarious situation. Keeping a low profile and biding your time is the right way to go. You actually dared to take the initiative to participate in the meaningless struggle of these hedonistic sons. See if I don't beat you to death! "
Old Man Yin raised his walking stick and hit Yin Yuan's head. After a few hits, Yin Yuan's scalp immediately bled. However, he still braced himself and stood there without dodging.
"Grandma, Mo Jiazi is only the same age as me. How could he have seen my late father? How could he have drawn my late father's portrait? Could he have casually drawn it and hung it in the Lingyan Pavilion? Is that still my late father? Even if you beat me to death, I will not let Mo Jiazi tarnish my late father's reputation and let the Yin Family become the laughing stock of Chang 'an City. "Yin Yuan's face was covered in blood, but he still said stubbornly.
"Idiot! Do you know that your father passed away too early? Yan Liben also did not see your father! " Old Man Yin looked at Yin Yuan, whose face was covered in blood, and still wholeheartedly defended Yin Kaishan's reputation. He was both gratified and heartbroken.
"Ah!" Yin Yuan suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He looked at Old Man Yin in disbelief.
"Your father spent his entire life on the battlefield and was always away. He rarely returned to the capital. Yan Liben was a civil official and never interacted with him." Old Man Yin said sadly.
"But Lord Yan and my late father were both officials …" Yin Yuan still did not understand.
"The other three families all passed away in recent years. Yan Liben might have seen them, but your father passed away in the sixth year of Wude. Yan Liben only became an official in the seventh year of Zhenguan. He had never seen your father, so how could he draw your father's portrait?"
"But Zhangsun Chong …" Yin Yuan immediately knelt on the ground with a thump. It turned out that he had really become a chess piece in someone else's battle and almost dragged the Yin Family into the vortex of battle.
"But what should we do? Is there no way to draw my father's portrait?" Yin Yuan muttered to himself.
The Lingyan Pavilion was related to the Yin Family's hundred years of wealth. Moreover, it was said that the Lingyan Pavilion was built in the center of Chang 'an City for future generations to visit and revere! At that time, the portraits of the other 23 families would be exactly the same as the real person. Only Yin Kaishan's portrait would be different. When the Emperor came to the Lingyan Pavilion in person, he would look at the lifelike portraits of the meritorious officials and reminisce about their achievements. However, when he stood in front of Yin Kaishan's portrait and looked at a portrait that was not Yin Kaishan's portrait, no matter how many old feelings he had, he would not be able to say it out loud. In other words, he would not be sincere!
Yin Yuan imagined this scene in his mind and could not help but feel cold in his heart. At that time, the Yin Family would not only become the laughing stock of Chang 'an City, but would also gradually lose the favor of the Emperor. That would be the biggest disaster for the Yin Family.
"Fool! Even now, you still refuse to realize your error. The son of the Mo family was rejected three times, yet you still came to my Yin Estate. Could it be that you are seeking your own humiliation? " Old Man Yin looked at Yin Yuan helplessly. This child was good in all aspects. He was dutiful and filial, but he was a little stupid.
"Grandma, are you saying that Mo Jiazi has a way? How is that possible? No one can draw a portrait of a person they have never seen before." A glimmer of hope flashed in Yin Yuan's eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.
"Then we can only make a Hail Mary effort. If there is still a person in this world who can draw a portrait of Kaishan, then it has to be Mo Jiazi, the pioneer of the new art of painting, "Yin Yuan said in a hopeful tone. She had heard of Mo Jiazi's reputation even though she had been in the residence for a long time. She hoped that Mo Jiazi could create another miracle this time!
"Grandson will order for Mo Jiazi to come in now." Yin Yuan jumped up from the ground.
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