Yi Xin as a concubine

Xin Baoer's marriage was once again forced to be put on the agenda.

By the time Xin Baoer found out about it, the eldest lady had come to her in a hurry, carrying a bunch of scrolls.

Early that morning, several carefully cared-for jasmine flowers in the yard bloomed, and Xin Baoer suddenly remembered the jasmine tea she drank in her previous life.

On a whim, he sat down at the desk where he usually practiced calligraphy and painting, looking at the jasmine flowers and recalling the book he had read in his previous life about the production process of jasmine tea. He was about to pick up his pen to write, but before he had even dipped the brush in ink and put pen to paper, he was interrupted by a sound coming from the courtyard gate.

"Precious girl, come here quickly and see what your mother has prepared for you." There was a hint of excitement in the eldest lady's voice.

Xin Baoer looked at the rice paper spread out on the table, where a drop of ink was spreading, and felt a little regretful.

But she still obediently put down her pen, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and walked towards the flower hall.

On the round table in the flower hall, the tea sets and cups had been removed, and one scroll after another was being unfolded and carefully placed on the table by Mother Qi, who was beside the eldest lady.

"Greetings to mother." Xin Baoer greeted the eldest lady obediently and submissively as she entered the room.

"Alright, alright, there's no need to be so polite. Come and take a look. Your two aunts, your sisters and I have been collecting portraits of men in Shengjing who are suitable for you. Take a quick look and see who you like. I will go and see who you like."

As the eldest lady spoke, she placed portraits of several men whom she thought were most promising in front of Xin Baoer.

Xin Baoer felt her head buzzing. She had only heard of the emperor choosing a concubine, and the first stage was to screen the portraits. Was her mother planning to choose a husband for her?

Even though she was complaining in her heart, she still looked gentle and soft as she looked at the portraits with the eldest lady. By the time she saw the fifth one, she had completely forgotten what the first one looked like.

This really cannot be said to be a bad memory. In fact, her memory is very good. It can't be said that she has a photographic memory, but it's almost the same. Otherwise, she was forced to endure so much bullying in her previous life. Later, she became socially anxious and had no way of concentrating in a crowded place. However, her grades have always been high and she has firmly occupied the top position, all thanks to her good memory.

But now she really can't remember those portraits, mainly because the resolution of these portraits is too low. It may be due to the limitations of the painting skills of that era. The facial features of the characters drawn by the painters are not clear, or even blurry, with only a rough outline. It is really difficult for her to distinguish who is who through such a blurry outline.

Fortunately, the eldest lady herself discovered the problem. She smiled wryly at her daughter who was cooperating with her in a gentle manner, then collected all the scrolls in frustration, sighed, shook her head and walked away.

Looking at the lady who looked shocked, Xin Baoer smiled unkindly.

In fact, she could guess a little about her current situation, but she didn't want to think too much about things that she was powerless to do anything about.

She was really satisfied with her current life. After a few months, she had finally integrated into the Xin family. She could get along with the people in the mansion without any burden and could even joke with her sisters.

I thought about it for a while and then stopped thinking about it. I looked out the window and saw that the sun was shining brightly. The jasmine flowers looked particularly fresh and pure in the sun, which brightened the mood of those who admired the flowers.

But in the end, Xin Baoer still wanted to destroy the flowers, so she asked Lancao to help her pick all the jasmine flowers that were in full bloom.

After picking the flowers, she personally rinsed them with clean water, and asked Lancao to go to the kitchen to find a clean bamboo dustpan, spread the flowers evenly on it, and put it in a sunny place to dry.

"Okay, just wait." Xin Baoer looked at her masterpiece and clapped her hands with satisfaction.

"Miss, the flowers are in full bloom, why are you drying them? Can't you cook them like dried vegetables and eat them?"

"Lancao is quite smart. Although it can't be eaten, it's almost the same. You'll know when the time comes." Xin Baoer looked at Lancao's little face full of curiosity and couldn't help but keep it a little suspense.

"How long will it take?" Lancao continued to ask curiously.

"It depends on God. If it's fast, it will take three to five days. If it's slow, it will probably take seven to eight days."

This was Xin Baoer's first time too, so she had no idea how long it would take. In her previous life, she had read many and varied books, but they were all theoretical and she had never put them into practice.

The current simplified version of jasmine tea is just a start. If it is successful, she can try other ones in the future.

She was excited at the thought of having the opportunity to turn things she saw in books into real objects with her own hands. Maybe she could even circulate them, so that she could make some money.

Xin Baoer, immersed in her dream of making money, had no idea that she almost became the topic of conversation in Shengjing City. When she found out, she couldn't help but thank the painting skills of this era for not being realistic enough.

The story began with the trip to Fuqiu Lake.

They arrived early that day and thought there would be no outsiders around. So while boating on the lake, the girls played a little wildly, laughing, scolding, and acting in all kinds of ways. Even Xin Baoer, the quietest girl, had a faint smile on her face the whole time.

However, all these vivid scenes were seen by a young man who was painting on the rockery across the lake, so he copied one of the frames onto the drawing paper.

This young man was none other than Mr. Xu Hua, one of the four well-known young masters in Shengjing City who were good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Xu Hua's original name was Xu Zhengjing. He was the third son of Duke Xu's family and had been a complete sickly child since childhood.

Because he had been sickly since childhood, his family never agreed to his requests. He was also a strange person. He liked to paint and was good at painting. He only liked to paint and was good at painting. His other skills were basically in the cognitive stage.

That day he had originally planned to paint the misty lotus pond before the morning light faded. Just after he finished the painting and was about to eat something before returning home, he looked up and saw such a vivid and lively scene.

That kind of vividness was something he had never experienced, but it was also what he longed for, so he carved that scene into his heart and drew it on paper with an almost pious attitude, stroke by stroke.

After finishing the painting, he was still like a peeping thief. He did not leave the pavilion until they returned to the shore. He was still reluctant to leave and got into the carriage at the urging of the servants.

After returning home, he could not wait to order people to frame the painting, and specifically instructed to find the best craftsman. At that time, he did not expect that his unintentional action would push several girls from the Xin Mansion to the forefront.

People are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of being fat. The problem is that he is too famous. When the servant went to the calligraphy and painting shop to deliver the painting, he did not hide it from anyone. When people heard that it was a new painting of the young master, naturally some people wanted to see it. Among them were many who were good at copying. After all, the young master's paintings are still very valuable.

In this way, a painting that was originally intended to be kept private became known to everyone.

When Xu Hua learned about this from the servant, he was so angry that he wanted to eat the servant who delivered the painting alive, but it was too late.

The only thing he was thankful for was that when he was painting, he deliberately avoided the faces of the women so that people would not be able to recognize who they were. Otherwise, he would not know how to explain to the women.

But Mr. Hua, who was not very worldly-wise, did not know that he could guard against the people outside but not his own family.

His second brother, who prided himself on his literary talent, was waving a copied painting in front of him, looking at him with ill intent, and leisurely reciting some verses that he had pieced together from nowhere.

"The lotus leaves are emerald green, the lake water is clear, and the lotus is bright and red in the sunlight.

The plump and thin Huan Yan's black sails are shallow, and the melodious singing echoes around the beams.

The water ripples and the rings of pendants jingle, and the witty words flow like a string of beautiful girls.

Playing without restraint and walking without restriction, the scenery is lively and beautiful. "

After finally getting rid of his second brother who was daydreaming too much, his mother, who was keen on finding a wife for him, came again.

Lady Zhen, the wife of Duke Xu, was even more direct. She pointed at the girls in the painting and asked, "Son, which one do you like? Tell me which family she is from, and I'll propose marriage to you right away."

After he persuaded his mother to leave the house, he stared at the painting for a long time again. The images of the women in the painting gradually became clear, and four beautiful youthful faces seemed to be right in front of him. However, as he looked at them, three of the faces slowly faded and disappeared. Only one round and smooth face not only did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer, so clear that every detail was almost visible.

The scroll fell to the ground with a "pop". Xu Hua was awakened by the sound. He hurriedly poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it in one gulp. Only then did he feel his disordered heartbeat calm down.

"This is really crazy. Mother must have chanted the magic wand."