However, he just frowned and quickly relaxed his brows. He was quite happy to see Huang Dingde.
Huang Dingde was gentle and made a salute.
"Prince Jin, the princess is well."
Hong Yan stood up in person, stepped forward and excused his courtesy, and said, "I haven't been to your painting stall for many days. How is the business lately?"
"Bo Le knows horses. There are so many Bo Le in the world. With my scribblings, there are still no birds at the door."
Then he said to Feng Hongluan: "I brought a painting with me, which I made a special trip to give to the princess."
As he said that, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. It was just the most ordinary rice paper, only the size of an envelope.
Yang Yun was surprised when she saw this. This person must have been brave enough to give a gift to the princess, but he dared to be so negligent. He only gave a piece of torn paper painting, and it was so small that he couldn't even make a scroll. Where to hang it.
It’s better not to take this out as a gift!
Feng Hongluan and Hong Yan were not surprised.
This Huang Dingde was originally a weirdo. Even if Feng Hongluan didn't have much contact with him, he had heard enough rumors about Huang Dingde in his previous life.
He has such a weird temper that he can draw whenever he wants. If he doesn't want to draw, he won't draw even if a knife is held to his neck.
The emperor felt helpless towards him, but was reluctant to kill him.
I remember that in his last life, he refused to paint paintings for the concubines in the harem. In the end, the emperor stipulated that he could only paint for the queen, the queen mother, and the emperor. As for the other concubines who asked for paintings, it would depend on whether they had the ability. By then, he had already been persuaded.
Master Huang's court painter.
Any actions taken by such a person are normal.
Moreover, Yang Yun probably could not have guessed that in a few years, Huang Dingde's paintings would be hard to find even if they were the size of fingernails.
Feng Hongluan took it, and there was a wave drawn on the rice paper. It was clearly a very simple painting, but she didn't know if it was a problem with her eyes. The wave was a dead thing, but it was flowing. It was strange, strange, it was really surprising.
Eye-opening.
There is a small boat on the waves, and now it is floating with the surging waves, lifelike, as if a piece of the ocean has been condensed into this painting.
The corners of Feng Hongluan's mouth raised slightly, and she glanced at Huang Dingde appreciatively: "It's hard to find a good painting, thank you for sending me this painting."
"This is my latest style of painting. This is the first finished painting. I gave it to the queen to express my gratitude to the queen for her kindness. The prince told me that it was the queen who brought him to me."
"It turns out that I am the Bo Le. I'm afraid the prince will be unhappy."
Hong Yan pretended to be stingy: "No, Brother Dingde, she only knows your name. She was standing in front of your stall that day and even pulled me to leave. She obviously can't understand your paintings."
This villain was trying to undermine her. Feng Hongluan gave him a fierce look. Thinking of the letter in her sleeve, she said to Hong Yan: "You actually dare to say bad things about Bole. I will punish you by grinding it. Otherwise, you will be punished tomorrow."
Ask my father to send you back."
Hong Yan smiled playfully: "Your father doesn't dare."
"I dare!" Feng Hongluan glared at him. He had suffered from being ignored by her all night. Now he realized that women are difficult to take care of. He didn't dare to disobey this little woman anymore.
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Obediently, she went into the desk to grind. Watching him disappear behind the curtain, Feng Hongluan turned sideways, blocking Yang Yun's gaze. Then, she took out the hot letter from her sleeve, thin lips, and lightly
Spit out two words: "Princess!"
Huang Dingde was startled, then quickly accepted the letter and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket, his face slightly red.
Feng Hongluan chuckled lightly, no matter how weird a person is, in love, he is just an ordinary person, he will be shy, his heart will beat, and he will blush.
In just a short moment, Feng Hongluan completed the princess's request.
Looking at Huang Dingde, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This love is like cotton wool floating in the air. If it is not firm enough, it will probably be blown away by the strong wind. Now it is just the princess who is grounded. If next, let the Queen Mother know about this love
With the existence of love, what kind of bloody storm will these two people face?
The noble blood of the royal family will not allow the princess to marry an ordinary person.
The fate of the princess had been arranged from the moment she was born. Her husband was not the prince of a neighboring country who was inferior to one person but surpassed ten thousand people, but he must also be a powerful nobleman in the court.
Even if Huang Dingde one day enters the palace and becomes Master Huang, who is just a painter for others, how can the Queen Mother easily agree to it?
The bumpy road ahead seemed even more difficult to walk than Feng Hongluan and Hongyan's.
She only hoped that her small actions could compact this ball of cotton wool, so that this ball of cotton wool could still be kneaded together tightly in the violent storm and not be defeated and blown away.
Hong Yan, who seemed to have been waiting inside for a long time, stuck his head out and shouted: "It's polished."
Huang Dingde smiled slightly at Feng Hongluan, said thank you with his lips, and then said: "Here you come, Your Majesty."
Hongyan Pavilion, three plaques are painted, no one has done it before or since, and I am afraid that only Feng Hongluan can make the plaques into paintings.
But facts have proven that Huang Dingde has excellent painting skills. Once these three words came out, it was really amazing.
Compared with the flowing words, the painting of Hongyan Pavilion is lively and beautiful. With plants and flowers as the main brushstrokes, each word forms a tangled vine, and on the vines, there are blooming flowers that are either enchanting or petite.
, or plump flowers.
The hand of the master is indeed extraordinary. From a distance, you can see the outline of the three characters "Hongyan Pavilion", but up close, it is not really a sketch of spring flowers blooming and full of vitality.
After coloring, Feng Hongluanbian asked Yang Yun to send it to the housekeeper, who ordered someone to make a new plaque.
It was approaching evening, and Feng Hongluan wanted to stay with Huang Dingde for dinner, but he declined with a smile, saying: "I have never painted for a pregnant woman. I wonder if the prince and princess will annoy me if Dingde comes to bother me tomorrow?"
As he said that, he glanced at Feng Hongluan inadvertently.
Feng Hongluan understood why he came back tomorrow, and smiled and said: "No way, just come."
Hong Yan also said hurriedly: "I can't ask for it."
For Hong Yan, it is hard to find a confidant. He is obsessed with painting. He has no choice but to invite Huang Dingde to the Jin Palace to be his professional painter many times. Huang Dingde always smiled and refused. This time, Huang Dingde took the initiative to come and asked Feng Hongluan to come.
He is naturally willing to paint with his children.