The daily life of a concubine's daughter

Chapter 376 Drawing Cousin

Shi Yao casually took down a palm-sized bottle with a label that read "Lapis Lazuli Blue".

Looking at the other ones, I suddenly realized that some of the small bottles contained mineral extracts, like the one in her hand, and some of the small bottles contained mixed pigments, which had already been named, such as "Indigo", "Starry Sky", "Dongfang Jibai", "Tingwu", "Jinyu", "Suxin", "Hai Tianxia", "Yuguo Tianqing", "Rouge", "Pepper Room"...

Shi Yao turned around and smiled, "So your brother and sister's names are all names of colors."

Seeing that she didn't despise him for "not doing his job properly", Xie Jibai secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "My family has a silk business, and we can also mix some dyes and weave and dye silk.

My grandfather always liked to show off his taste for culture, and when he saw that the names of colors sounded nice and were much more elegant than the names he had given himself, he named us brothers and sisters after the colors.

"So that's how it is. The old man is an elegant man." Shi Yao looked around. "Where are the paintings you drew? Can I see them?"

"Here, come this way." Xie Jibai became nervous again and led her to the next room.

The door opened, and there were only a few landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Shi Yao nodded secretly. Fortunately, she didn't see the painting of beauty as soon as she entered the room, otherwise Xie Jibai would have to sleep on the floor tonight.

There are also two rows of bookshelves in this study. One row of bookshelves is full of books, including piano scores, chess scores, calligraphy copybooks, painting scores, medical books, ghost stories, and travelogues...

None of the Four Books and Five Classics exists.

If you ask those scholars to read this, they will definitely shake their heads and sigh, "Not doing their job properly! This is an unorthodox practice!"

Another row of bookshelves is filled with scrolls.

Xie Jibai wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Some of my paintings are here. There are also some in Yu Su's hometown. I will take you to see them later."

"Can I see it?" Shi Yao asked politely.

"Sure, you are my...wife," Xie Jibai said these two words shyly, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "You can read all the books and paintings in the study."

Shi Yao opened a scroll that looked rather old, with immature brushwork. It depicted a rooster and a hen pecking at each other, with a few little yellow chickens guarding the hen behind it, and two piles of straw in the background.

She chuckled.

I really didn't expect him to draw this.

"What does this picture mean? It's quite childish."

The husband commits domestic violence, and the wife resists to protect the children?

Xie Jibai cleared his throat and said, "I drew this when I was six years old. I saw it outside a farmer's house when I went for an outing in the suburbs. I added the bright colors when I was ten."

After Shi Yao admired Xiao Jibai's childlike innocence, she took two steps forward and opened another painting. At the same time, she looked up and asked, "Are you hot? It's quite cool now. The sun hasn't risen yet."

Xie Jibai was already sweating profusely, but he managed to say, "Men are more irritable than women."

Shi Yao found it funny and looked down at the painting.

This time I turned it over correctly, the painting is a picture of a beauty.

To be exact, it is a picture of handsome men.

The man in the picture was a stranger, someone she had never seen before. His appearance was not stunning, but his aura was unique, as if he were a hermit living in seclusion.

"So, you also draw men?"

Xie Jibai rolled up the previous painting, put it into the painting cover, and nodded gently: "I like to observe people and lively animals, and I also like to draw them."

Shi Yao handed the painting in her hand to Xie Jibai as well, and went to take the one at the edge. Xie Jibai was startled and held her hand tightly, "You can't look at this painting!"

Realizing that he had touched her skin, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and said, "You can't look at this picture."

Shi Yao became more and more curious: "Who is this painting of? Why can't I see it?"

Xie Jibai hesitated: "Anyway, you can't look at this picture."

He was a little annoyed that he should have put it away earlier.

But he didn't expect that Shi Yao would ask him for an explanation so early.

Shi Yao looked into his eyes, the smile on her face gradually faded, a hint of loneliness emerged, her eyes were sad, and her lips trembled slightly:

"Could it be your white moonlight or cinnabar mole? Are you afraid that I will be jealous? Or are you afraid that I will take advantage of my power and hurt your sweetheart?"

Xie Jibai was shocked. He looked into her eyes and asked in surprise, "Why do you think so?"

Shi Yao lowered her lonely eyelashes, her voice choked with sobs: "Our marriage was granted by the emperor. I have always been worried that you have someone else in your heart, and that I would ruin your marriage. The thing I was most worried about has finally happened. Thank you, Third Master, I'm sorry that I took the place of your sweetheart."

Xie Jibai rubbed his temples hard and looked at her face carefully. He couldn't guess whether she was really aggrieved or just pretending, but if her crying reached her father's ears, his painting would be ruined.

Before getting married, his father asked him to work on the painting of beauties, but he refused because it was the result of his many years of hard work.

He originally wanted to talk to Shi Yao slowly after getting married, win his wife's favor, and then take her to see these paintings after getting her approval.

He said helplessly: "Look. Actually, it's nothing."

Shi Yao hesitated: "This is your secret, is it really okay?"

If it was related, could he leave this door today? The girl in front of him had been a cunning person since the first time they met.

"It's okay, just watch."

Shi Yao slowly opened the scroll, her face gradually showing surprise: "This is... This is my third cousin from the Jiang family?"

The words written above also indicate that the person in the painting is indeed Jiang Miao.

Xie Jibai felt extremely ashamed and said seriously, "Cousin Jiang is so charming, I was inspired to draw him."

In the painting, Jiang Miao is wearing fluttering white clothes and holding a folding fan while standing in the mountains. Behind him is a mountain full of green tea.

Shi Yao secretly laughed and wondered what the audience would think when this painting was passed down to later generations.

"It's just a painting of my cousin, why didn't you let me see it?"

Xie Jibai took a folding fan from the bookshelf, opened it, and shook it gently: "I drew him without cousin Jiang's consent, and I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

In fact, he heard a rumor that the Shi family had intended to marry Shi Yao to Jiang Miao.

When he heard the news, he had already painted this picture and wanted to give it to Jiang Miao. How could he be willing to give it to him?

Feeling secretly jealous, he casually put the painting on the bookshelf.

He was not afraid that Shi Yao would dislike his poor painting, but he was afraid that she would ask for it.

The young man stared at his wife's mouth, nervous in silence.

The cool wind blew on Shi Yao's face. Shi Yao carefully rolled up the painting and put it into the painting case. She smiled and said, "Why would I be unhappy? I am so proud that you painted my cousin. If my cousin knew about it, he would definitely not mind."

It was just a picture of a cousin, but she contributed 90% of her acting skills.

Fortunately, I retained 10%, otherwise it would be so embarrassing now.

It was not until Shi Yao put the painting back on the bookshelf and let go of her hand that Xie Jibai's heart finally settled down. He secretly blamed himself for being so narrow-minded. He had clearly witnessed with his own eyes that Shi Yao and Jiang Miao got along like real siblings, so how could he be jealous of Jiang Miao?

Shi Yao admired several more paintings of beauties. One was a picture of a handsome man, who was an old teacher. The rest were pictures of beautiful women, and one was actually a painting of a eunuch.