"He collected quite a lot of things, and some of them are already unique copies, but many of them are handwritten copies."
The Xie family has been in the imperial city for more than two hundred years, and is a world-famous clan with a scholarly reputation. Naturally, there are a lot of books in the family. Even though the Xie family donated many things to the new dynasty back then, there are still many things left behind.
I collected many manuscripts, and later collected many original manuscripts.
"Occasionally my eldest brother and second brother will come and sit in this room, and Yi Ling will also come and sit here. Occasionally, he will read and practice calligraphy here. He also said that he wants to become as knowledgeable and talented as his father."
Probably someone is cleaning it from time to time, the house is spotless, and people come to sit there from time to time, so it is somewhat popular.
Rong Ci followed her across the threshold and entered the house. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "I have often heard people talk about your father, saying that if he were alive, he would not be able to go far in the officialdom, but his poetry and paintings would not be able to go far.
Enough to leave a name in history."
When Xie Qingshan died, everyone expressed regret and said that Heaven was jealous of talented people, and that Dongming lost a great poet and painter, and a famous person.
Xie Yixiao also felt it was a pity, but she was also open-minded. After all, no one was here anymore, so everything she said was in vain.
So she said: "It's probably fate. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about it now, but I think even if my father passed away early, he can still leave his name in history."
"Look, it's been ten years. In this imperial city, when it comes to poetry and painting, there is no one who doesn't know the fifth master Jue Xie. It is said that one of his paintings can now be sold outside.
It’s a lot of money.”
If it is expensive to buy, it proves that it is worth collecting. If something can be collected, it proves that the person's reputation and painting skills are very good.
"Since you're here, you can take a look if you want."
Rong Ci hummed, walked over and picked up a book from the book. That book was a masterpiece of poetry by everyone in the previous dynasty. There are many such books handed down, and most of them are handwritten copies. The Rong family also has this one.
Ming Jing asked Ming Xin to go and prepare some tea and snacks for delivery. Xie Yixiao sat down next to the desk, took a scroll of paintings in the painting vase next to him, and opened it.
What is painted on it is a "Mountain Stream Fishing Picture", with green mountains and green water, small mountain streams, scattered trees, gurgling water, green grass, and occasionally exposed rocks. The background of the painting is a rugged rocky mountain with trees stretching out their branches and a blue sky.
There are two white clouds floating overhead.
On the bank of the creek, there was a man wearing a bamboo hat and sitting on a stone fishing.
Looking at this painting, I seem to hear the sound of wind passing through the mountains and forests, and the sound of gurgling water.
Xie Qingshan's paintings have always been expressive. He painted the feeling of wind, the sound of sound, and the beauty of color, making people feel as if they are immersed in the scene.
Not long after, Ming Jing and Ming Xin brought some food and placed it on the coffee table on the wooden couch near the window.
Rong Ci found a book that he had not read and read it. Since he returned to the secular life at Yunzhong Temple and stayed at home, he began to read these books to make up for his shortcomings.
Although he often read books when he was at Yunzhong Temple, the number of books in the temple was limited, and what he could read was also limited.
It is impossible for Yunzhong Temple to spend a lot of money to buy some unique books. Moreover, the monks in the temple need to meditate and practice. Many books cannot be read. I am afraid that the prosperity of the world will destroy their spiritual practice, so in the temple
More of them are scriptures.
He turned around and saw that she was looking at the painting, so he walked over, glanced at the painting, and then smiled: "This painting by Mr. Xie is indeed good, it has a sense of peace and quiet."
He didn't know how to call his future father-in-law. After thinking about it, he called him "Thank you, sir" and felt that this title was just right.
Xie Yi smiled and said: "Many landscape paintings have some of this kind of artistic conception, but my father's paintings are much better than others, and it makes people feel immersed in the scene. I had previously seen "Wind and Rain" that my third cousin bought from somewhere.
"Boat Picture" was also painted by my father before."
"Third cousin?"
Xie Yixiao explained after hearing this: "You probably don't know that he is the third son of the Changning Marquis Mansion. He worships my father. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I went back to the Changning Marquis Mansion and met him, and I promised him
I asked him to see my father's paintings, but he hasn't come yet."
Rong Ci actually thought of Gu Zhifeng, the third young master of the Changning Marquis Mansion, who was with him when he took Xie Yixiao to see a doctor outside the city.
If Gu Zhixuan is said to be bright and handsome, he is gentle, humble, pure and innocent.
Rong Ci had a pretty good sense of him, but hearing Xie Yixiao talk about him made his heart a little uneasy. If you really want to talk about it, he probably couldn't compare to the gentleness and kindness of the third young master.
He said: "When he wants to come, he will come naturally."
Xie Yi smiled and nodded: "That's true. It's up to him to come or not. If he doesn't come, I can't tie him up."
Xie Yixiao put the scroll away, and each of them took a book and went to sit on the wooden couch next to the window to read. Rong Ci dug in his sleeve pocket, and then took out a small box.
"For you."
Xie Yi smiled and raised his eyebrows, then asked with a smile: "What is this? A birthday gift?"
He actually remembered to bring her a birthday gift?
Rong Ci's ears were slightly red, and he hummed softly: "I don't know what I want to give you. Do you like it?"
After he said that, he lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea, pretending to drink tea.
Xie Yixiao opened it and raised his eyebrows slightly. What was inside was not any exquisite jewelry, but polished gemstones of various colors. The big ones were as big as thumbs, and the small ones were as big as little fingers. Look.
They look shiny and very beautiful.
Counting it down, there were dozens or twenty of them, filling this small box to the brim.
Xie Yi smiled, reached over and tugged on his sleeve: "Is this the gem you gave me?"
Rong Ci hummed again: "I don't know what you like. Just go back and ask the craftsmen to make them for you. They should be able to make some of these."
Xie Yixiao reached out and touched it, and she liked it very much. After all, who doesn't love these beautiful gems?
And it’s worth a lot of money.
Most things in the world are rare and valuable, and in this era there is no technology to counterfeit gems, so every gem is extremely precious.
For example, jewelry with gold inlays and the like is often the most expensive, and these are heirlooms of powerful families.
Many people find it difficult to find a good gemstone for jewelry.
The box Rong Ci gave as a gift is of great value, especially the three largest rubies, which are as big as a thumb.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Rong Ci raised his eyes and glanced at her: "What? You don't like it?"
Xie Yixiao shook his head: "Of course I like it, but it's a bit expensive. You gave me these, but you got them from home? If you got them from home, I'm afraid it would be a little bad."