None of Wang Xizhi's original calligraphy has been passed down to later generations, and most of the ones that have been passed down were copied from the Tang and Song Dynasties.
If one day an authentic painting by Wang Xizhi appears, even a single word will be a priceless treasure.
And are there any paintings by Li Lizhi in later generations?
No, just like Wang Xizhi, I don’t have any. Wang Xizhi still has a copy of it, but Li Lizhi’s paintings don’t even have a copy.
Of course, the ratio between Li Lizhi and Wang Xizhi is far behind, but does it matter?
Not important at all.
Celebrity effects can also increase the value of things like calligraphy and painting.
Lin Xuan remembered reading a piece of news in his previous life, saying that there were only two identical Yuan blue and white pieces remaining at an auction. After the buyer bought them, he smashed one on the spot.
At that time, many people thought he was crazy. However, there were originally two pieces. After one was smashed, there was only one piece left in the world. The remaining piece was actually more expensive than the previous two pieces combined.
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Lin Xuan couldn't tell whether Li Lizhi's paintings were good or bad, but history said that Li Lizhi was good at painting, so it wasn't much worse. Coupled with Li Lizhi's celebrity effect, if it could be passed down, it could really be regarded as a family heirloom.
Li Lizhi didn't take it seriously and felt that Lin Xuan was trying to make her happy. Her face turned a little red and she felt very embarrassed.
Lin Xuan thought about the proficiency in painting that he had rewarded, and felt a little itchy, so he said, "Madam, why don't I paint one."
Li Lizhi smiled and said, "Okay, I also want to see how my husband's painting skills are."
After Li Lizhi got out of the way, Lin Xuan came to the table, took a pen and started thinking.
After a while, Lin Xuan put down his pen and said, "Zi Yi, bring me a new ink stick."
"Yes." Ziyi responded and took another unused ink stick.
"Husband, what are you doing?" Li Lizhi asked with some confusion.
Lin Xuan said mysteriously: "You will know later."
After saying that, Lin Xuan took the ink stick and left the study.
When he came to the rockery in the yard, Lin Xuan took the ink ingot and started grinding it on the stone.
Seeing the friends here, you can probably guess what Lin Xuan is going to do.
That's right, Lin Xuan is going to sketch.
Sketching is a painting method that uses relatively single colors and uses changes in brightness to express objects.
In later generations, sketching can be said to be the basis of painting. People who learn to paint cannot avoid sketching.
But in the Tang Dynasty, there was no painting style like sketch.
Lin Xuanhui knows the ancient painting method, but it is too time-consuming.
Drawing and coloring take about an hour anyway.
Sketching, on the other hand, is relatively simple.
Ancient ink ingots were very hard. Lin Xuan had read about ink ingots in his previous life. Some ink ingots were even as hard as iron stone.
Of course, Lin Xuan has never seen the real one, but the ink ingot in his hand is indeed harder, certainly not as good as stone and iron, but much better than charcoal.
When it was almost done, Lin Xuan stopped, looked at it, and polished it again. After feeling that it was almost done, he returned to the study.
Li Lizhi was puzzled by Lin Xuan's behavior, but she didn't ask any more questions.
Lin Xuan smiled, came to the table, picked up the polished ink stick, and started drawing.
It didn't take long for a woman's appearance to pop up on the page.
"Princess!"
Ziyi looked at the person on the paper and then at Li Lizhi, her eyes filled with horror.
If Li Lizhi hadn't been right in front of her, she would have thought someone had cast a magic spell and got Li Lizhi into the paper.
Li Lizhi was also a little shocked, and Zi Yi's exclamation brought her back to her senses.
Li Lizhi glanced at Ziyi majestically, and then continued to watch Lin Xuan paint.
This was the first time she had seen this kind of painting.
In ancient times, painting objects focused on meaning, while painting people focused on spirit.
She in Lin Xuan's painting does not possess the spirit, but she is so similar that it is as if she was carved on paper.
Lin Xuan painted a bust, and it didn't take long to complete.
Lin Xuan stopped writing, looked at it, filled in some areas where the color was lacking, and said with a smile: "Let's see how it goes, ma'am."
Li Lizhi looked at it carefully and said with some admiration: "This is the first time I have seen your husband's painting method. Your husband's painting is not magical, so it should be said to be a failure, but the characters in the painting
But it is exactly the same as the real person, which completely makes up for the shortcomings of the god. If my husband can create a new font and a new painting method, he will definitely leave his name in history."
Lin Xuan blushed a little at being praised. If it weren't for the system, let alone calligraphy, even if he used a later generation pen, his handwriting would be as good as a dog's, let alone sketching.
In the past, he could only draw a stick figure.
But when Lin Xuan thought that no one could expose him anyway, he accepted it with peace of mind.
"Do you like it, madam?" Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"I like it very much. It's a pity that it was painted directly with ink ingots and is not very easy to preserve." Li Lizhi said with some regret.
Most of the paintings from the early Tang Dynasty to later generations were on silk. Although the paper in the early Tang Dynasty was not as good as that of later generations, more importantly, silk can absorb ink and preserve it better.
The paintings drawn with ink ingots will fade over time and are difficult to preserve.
"It's okay. If you like it, madam, I can draw it for you at any time." Lin Xuan said.
"No, I like this one. I will take the painting back to the palace to find someone to deal with it, so that it can be preserved more conveniently." Li Lizhi said.
This is the first time Lin Xuan has painted for her, and it is her who is painting, which has a special meaning.
Lin Xuan didn't ask how to deal with it. Those ancient paintings have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years intact, which shows that there were good ways to deal with them in ancient times.
Li Lizhi carefully put away the painting and told Ziyi to take a good look at it.
Lin Xuan felt funny when he saw this scene. Li Lizhi treated that sketch just like he treated Li Lizhi's painting just now, treating it as a treasure.
Li Lizhi has been recorded in history. Her paintings are treasures passed down to future generations. What is the use of keeping my own paintings?
No, Lin Xuan suddenly realized that Li Lizhi was a person recorded in history, and if he married her, history would definitely record him in the future.
Sketching was originally discovered and perfected by Western countries around the 15th century. If his painting could be preserved forever, wouldn't he be the originator of sketching?
By then this painting may be worth more than Yan Liben's paintings.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan asked Li Lizhi to take out the painting and write his name on it with a pen.
He definitely did not do it for fame, but to leave evidence that sketching was invented by the Chinese.
Okay, I can’t edit it anymore, Lin Xuan is just a layman, and he named it just to leave a name.
If future generations of ‘Lin Xuan’ see his name, I don’t know what they will think.
"Princess and consort, the Zhao Guogong's Mansion has sent an invitation, and the princess and the Consort are invited to attend a banquet at the Zhao Guogong's Mansion tomorrow at noon." Qing Yi walked in and said.
Lin Xuan put down his pen, took the invitation and looked at it. It only said that he and Li Lizhi were invited to attend the banquet at noon tomorrow, and nothing else was said.
"You all go down." Lin Xuan said.
After Qingyi and Ziyi left, Lin Xuan handed the invitation to Li Lizhi and said: "Madam, you said that the eldest grandson has no... Well, why did Duke Zhao Guo suddenly invite us to a banquet?"
He was used to calling him by his first name, but when he thought that Changsun Wuji was Li Lizhi's biological uncle, it was a bit uncomfortable to call him by his first name, so he quickly changed his mind.
"It's not mentioned on the invitation, so I can't guess it," Li Lizhi said, shaking her head.