Jingwan returned to the Haitang Inn and changed into a more relaxed set of clothes. She then looked at the pots of treasures that she had brought from Qi 'an Prefecture to the capital. Along the way, she did not take good care of them and they looked a little wilted. Jingwan was even worried that they would not survive. However, in the past few days, Jingwan saw that they had regained their vitality. She then looked at the pot of treasured Mo Lan. Because she did not deliberately extend the flowering period, she was surprised to see that it was about to bloom. This was enough for her to throw all of her worries aside. She stared at the orchid attentively. The more she looked at it, the more beautiful it looked.
Therefore, Jingwan was the true love-struck fool.
After looking at it for a while, Jingwan stood up and asked the servant to prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. She wanted to draw. She wanted to draw the entire process of Mo Lan blooming. In her previous life, she had learned Chinese painting from her grandmother. She also focused on flowers. In order to restore the beauty of various flowers, she chose fine brushwork. Two years ago, when she first started learning painting in this life, she also used fine brushwork. The teacher praised her talent and others said that she painted well. Jingwan did not think much of it.
Jingwan drew the outline of the orchid in detail. From the beginning to the end, she drew four pictures in one go. In the process, she did not look at the pot of orchid again.
Mama Gong carefully looked at the four pictures of the orchid from different angles. Then, she walked around the orchid. Sure enough, the four pictures of the orchid were the same as the shape of Mo Lan from different angles. This meticulousness, this amazing memory, and the foundation of painting. Her poetry may not be good, and she may not be good at zither or chess, but no one could deny her excellence.
Then, Jingwan added different backgrounds to the orchid and began to color it layer by layer.
When she was in Qi 'an Prefecture, as long as she wanted a color, she just had to tell the people below. At least an hour, at most three to five days, she would be able to get a usable color. If it was not ready-made, she would use other substitutes. Jingwan knew that it was Madam Luo's indulgence. She was grateful and made the best use of these paints that were hard to come by. Therefore, her paintings were always colorful. Although they looked like the same color, they were actually layers upon layers of different paints spread out.
Every time a painting was completed, it would always give the greatest visual enjoyment. The image was also very lively.
Jingwan spent the rest of the day painting. Aside from eating and resting, she spent most of her time painting. It was only at night that the four small pictures of orchid were completed.... with her background, it even gave people a dreamy feeling.
"Miss, you're really good at drawing." The maidservants might not know how to draw, but they understood beauty and ugliness. They sincerely praised.
Mama Gong had seen a lot of good things and couldn't help but praise in her heart.
She thought about the booklets of flowers that Miss had made. Every flower was accompanied by exquisite pictures and the most detailed introduction. If those booklets were to be leaked, they would definitely be worth ten times or even a hundred times more than the most valuable flowers that Miss had personally planted. As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man how to fish than to teach him how to fish. But who would be willing to share it with others? Not to mention that it was a painting method that had never been seen before. Those booklets of flowers were the first of its kind. If it had been accumulated for hundreds or thousands of years, its value would be unimaginable. Although money was vulgar, it was the most direct expression of the value of those booklets.
In the next few days, Jingwan spent all her time and effort on this. Her grandmother did not accompany her and she did not mention going to the family school. She did not even think about making rouge or face powder. After Madame Luo found out what she was doing, she also let her "torment" herself.
One painting after another, Mo Lan bloomed little by little until it showed the most beautiful posture.
There were more than 40 paintings in total. Although the paper was not big, it was still quite tiring. Jingwan was released from that excited state. She estimated that she would not touch a painting brush for at least ten to fifteen days.
She sorted them all out and admired them one by one. This time, she was in a good state. Jingwan was very satisfied. However, Jingwan still felt that the most important thing was that the flowers were good. They were deeply liked by her and made her willing to become a "flower slave".
Jingwan felt that these paintings and the booklets of flowers were enough as a return gift to her grandfather.
In the past few days, it was worth mentioning that Duke Dingguo's youngest legitimate daughter, Duke Cheng's wife, Li Ruyu's mother, dragged her sick body back to Duke Dingguo's residence not long after the banquet at Duke Dingguo's residence was over. Someone saw her leave with a pale face and red and swollen eyes. No one would believe that she did not do it on purpose. After all, what kind of place was Duke Dingguo's residence? Was it something that outsiders could casually peek into?
Then there was Duke Dingguo's Sun Yilin's fiancée, who was still undecided. Later, he accepted the position of an official in the inner court. Although he was only a seventh-rank official, because he was always by the Emperor's side and was responsible for reading for the Emperor in his free time, he often saw the Emperor's face. Naturally, he could easily know the Emperor's various conditions. It could be said that he was a person that all the big shots had to deal with carefully. He could not be underestimated. Then, there were rumors that he did not get along with his elder brother.
Then there was Sun Yijia's selection of a husband. It was unknown whether it was to draw a clear line between her and the Prince of Kang, but the selection of a husband for her was very high-profile. Even if a princess was selecting a prince consort, it would probably be the same. Many people were guessing who would be able to pluck this unattainable flower. Although she performed a dance at Duke Dingguo's banquet, there was a reason for it. More people praised her for being affectionate and righteous.
The Emperor personally decreed that Princess Consort Kang would be buried as the Crown Princess. Everyone guessed that this was a sign of something. Then, during Princess Consort Kang's mourning period, the Prince of Kang took in a side consort. It was said that Princess Consort Kang had requested before her death. The side consort was her biological sister from her maternal family. She hoped that she could take good care of the children that Princess Consort Kang had left behind.
Finally, there was Wu Anhou's Heir Apparent's wedding. The girl he married naturally did not have a high status, but it was still acceptable. In the entire capital, from the nobles to the officials at all levels, almost everyone sent congratulatory gifts. Of course, they did not expect these gifts to be very valuable. If they were generous, they would be average. However, most of the families did not send anyone. Some of them followed the trend and purposely ostracized Wu Anhou's residence. Some of them did not want to cause trouble for the Wu Anhou's residence. If too many people went, the residence would not be able to receive them properly. It would make everyone feel awkward, and it would also be a slap to the Emperor's face. After all, the Emperor "valued" Wu Anhou's residence so much. The Luo family naturally belonged to the latter group.
One event after another could be said to be "brilliant and varied." The Duke Dingguo's residence, in particular, was in the limelight. It was enough to make people talk about it enthusiastically for a long time.
Jingwan knew the inside story of the Wu Anhou's residence. She sighed and had the idea of cooking the hound after the cunning rabbit was killed, although the process was a little longer. After the founding of the Duke Dingguo's residence, it ended up like this. In her opinion, it would be better to directly decline like the other families. At least the people were still there. Of course, this was only Jingwan's own opinion. She had not experienced it, so she did not dare to speculate.
In the past few days, other relatives came one after another, but Madame Luo did not ask her to meet any guests.
After Luo Shangshu was sent to the yamen, Jingwan packed up and went directly to the study with her things.
Jingwan did not know that her grandfather was working so hard to teach his children and grandchildren after being sent to the yamen. After she was allowed to enter the study, she saw her father, uncles, and brothers standing there as if they were being punished. She could not help but hesitate. Should she go back first and find another time to come again? Unfortunately, Luo Peishan had already let her in. How could he let her leave without saying anything?
In just a few seconds, Jingwan calmed down. Under everyone's gaze, she greeted him politely.
"What's the matter, Third Girl?" Luo Peishan asked, and his eyes fell on the tray in her hand.
"Didn't I get grandfather's treasure? I also want to show my filial piety." She put the tray in front of Luo Peishan.
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