Chapter 143

At the beginning of February, spring is chilly.

"Sister, these peach blossoms are really beautiful." The twins, who have already begun to learn from Danqing, are embellishing the rice paper wantonly with vermilion paint pens. "Sister, do we draw well?"

Song Xintong didn't look at their paintings. He looked out of the window and saw the peach grove. He nodded, "the branches are sparse, the peach blossom is plump, the color is gorgeous, and it has artistic conception."

"Sister, you didn't even look at our paintings." Dabao mercilessly tore through song Xintong, "the master said that this time Xiumu's schoolwork is to draw peach blossom. Whoever paints well, he will stick his on the wall."

"Then you should draw well." Song Xintong looked at the red origin of the two people's paintings, and couldn't help sighing. They didn't seem to have any artistic cells.

Hearing her sigh, Xiaobao turned his head a little embarrassed, "sister, maybe what you drew is not as good as what I drew."

"Bang, I'll show you." Song Xintong took a clean piece of rice paper, picked up a brush and dipped it in black ink. He drew the trunk three or two times, then changed the scarlet pigment, and casually drew on the painting, "OK."

Looking at Song Xintong's few paintings, the twins said that they were not good-looking, but they thought they were good-looking. They said that they were good-looking, but they raised something. They both frowned at the same time.

Song Xintong sharp eyed found two people's action, a person patted, "this is what expression, dislike elder sister's painting?"

Dabao shook his head. "Sister, your painting lacks artistic conception."

"Oh, you know the artistic conception?" Song Xintong put down his brush and asked with a smile, "how do you say to draw?"

"Virtual and real, overlapping, virtual and illusory..." Xiaobao said.

"Song Xintong said that she did not understand.

In fact, song Xintong's paintings are a bit like oil paintings. Oil paintings pay attention to thick ink and heavy color, while ancient Danqing pays attention to the artistic conception of form and spirit. As for whether it is true or not, it is secondary.

Xiaobao asked again, "sister, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Song Xintong said: "you two continue to draw. Although it's February, it's still chilly. Please don't get chilly."

"I see, sister."

When song Xintong came out of the pavilion, he saw Wang come over in a hurry. "What's the matter, Aunt Wang, but there's something wrong with the work in the field?"

After the first month, song Xintong asked the poplar to arrange for the villagers to buy her 30 mu of land to loosen the soil, and swept a lot of plant ash and fertilizer, waiting for the pepper seedlings in the greenhouse to grow.

Aunt Wang's face turned pale. "No girl, something big happened."

Song Xintong stroked his sleeve, "what's the big deal?" Isn't Mrs. Zhang a demon again?

"No, when Xiaoyue's father went shopping in the city today, he got a message from shopkeeper song. He said that the emperor wanted to expand the harem. As long as he was a good family child, all unmarried couples over 14 or below 18 must sign up. The will has come down from above. It's estimated that he will be sent to Qingjiang County in a few days."

Wang said in one breath and then said, "manager song asked you to make plans as early as possible."

Song Xintong's face sank. "How could the emperor find the concubines in the families of those officials? How could it also involve the ordinary farmers like us?"

"You don't know something about it, but when you go in, you'll get a gift. If you don't have a civilian identity like you, you'll be sent to be a palace maid. When you go in, you'll have to live until you're 25 years old. If you don't have one, you'll..."

"Girl, there are still a few days to go. You'd better plan ahead, girl."

Song Xintong understood Wang's meaning, but now where did she go to find a fiance, "is it just a betrothal?"

"It's reasonable to say so, but if the master of the county is more ruthless, if he looks at the beautiful girl, even if she is engaged..." Wang is very worried. According to the girl's temperament, she must want to find someone to make an engagement, and then she will withdraw as soon as the wind blows, but how do you know what will happen? It's hard to predict.

Song Xintong's face flashed dignified. She didn't want to marry blind and dumb, and she didn't want to marry too early. Besides, she had two younger brothers. What should she do?

"What's the choice?"

Wang said in a low voice: "Xiaoyue's father inquired about it. This election is for all the suitable candidates. First, they go to the county and the city, and then they go to Lingnan city for another election, and then the rest go to the palace."

Song Xintong breathed a sigh of relief, "Auntie Wang, those maids should also find some beautiful ones. I should not be selected."

Wang Shi: "girl, don't take chances. There are too many variables in the middle. In case someone uses the means, it's safer not to go."

How can song Xintong not understand, but at this time where to find a personal engagement ah?

"But with whom?" Song Xintong asked.

Wang nodded, "Xiaoyue's father went to Mrs. he's shop when he was in the county. He has already told them."

"That's good." Song Xintong returned to the main hall and took a sip of tea from his cup. Now what should he do?

Outside the door came mother-in-law Qiu's voice, and soon came in. Looking at Song Xintong, she said, "Xintong, what can I do?"

"Granny, you already know?" Song Xintong put down his tea cup.

"Your aunt told me as soon as she came back." Autumn mother-in-law patted chest, "you can't go, that place is cannibal place."

Song Xintong asked, "does mother-in-law know?"

Mrs. Qiu nodded, "there was a general election twenty years ago. At that time, we went to a lot of villages. There were many girls with the mentality of changing from sparrow to Phoenix, and some were reluctant to go."

"Are they all in the palace?"

"How can you? Some of them were good-looking, but they chose to go to the capital, but later they didn't know whether they were chosen or not, and they never came back. There are still some who have not been selected, some who are not good-looking, and some of them are no longer perfect when they come back. " Autumn old woman son complexion dignified, "our county master is a bad, new Tong you don't go."

Song Xintong was frightened by what her mother-in-law Qiu said. She took a cold breath, and soon made up a lot of dark stories. The beautiful ones were picked away and protected, and the rest were not given by those people

"Don't go, Xintong." Autumn mother-in-law thought, "I let your aunt immediately find you a few good posterity, married in the past..." when she said this, she felt that it was no good. According to song Xintong's temperament, she would not be so casual, "Xintong, you see..."

Song Xintong propped his forehead, "mother-in-law Qiu, let me think about it."

"Did shopkeeper song say anything about the Xu family?" Song Xintong raised his head and asked the poplar standing on one side.

Yang Shu hesitated for a moment and said, "manager Song said that aristocratic families have their own ways, and ordinary families have their own ways."

Song Xintong nodded to show that he understood.

It's good for Xu family to deliver her a letter. They won't help.

"If only your father had ordered a marriage for you. Just get married and don't worry about it." Said Mrs. Akiko.

Song Xintong nodded and asked Yang: "can we write a registered residence as a widow directly?"

"..." Yang Shu and others only felt the thunder rolling in the sky. After a moment of stupefaction, they said, "girl, I'm afraid it won't work."

Song Xintong pursed his lips. "Auntie Wang, please give me an example of the list of young people over the age of 16 who have a sense of responsibility, ambition and good character in the village."

"Well Wang Shi immediately answers a way, turn round to want to go out.

Song Xintong thought about it and said, "by the way, you have to look better."