The Virtuous Concubine of the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 81 The Talented Gentleman (3)

"Although Zhen's calligraphy is not as good as the masters of folk calligraphy, there are still some skills. It will be no problem for you to learn a little." The emperor smiled slightly, and did not go to see Jiaorong from the beginning to the end.

Concubine Yi has been practicing calligraphy vigorously during this time, she is naturally overjoyed when she heard this, her tender face showed a radiance: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Soon, Jiao Rong followed the two to the table in the main hall. As soon as the emperor walked to the table, he said lightly: "Grinding ink."

Hearing this, Liang Jiugong quickly followed up and replied, "Yes."

But who knows, the emperor suddenly paused, then raised his eyes, first glanced at Liang Jiugong, and then saw Jiao Rong, "I don't need you, let her grind."

Hearing this, Jiao Rong and Liang Jiugong were stunned for a moment, and the next second, they looked at each other.Liang Jiugong felt that the emperor's behavior was somewhat inappropriate, and frowned to try to persuade him: "Your Majesty, Miss Jiaorong has probably never done such a thing before, so let the slaves do it."

The emperor glanced at Liang Jiugong again, this time with sharp eyes, as if he was conveying some message to him.Then the emperor looked at Jiaorong, and said in a deep voice: "The ink you grinded for me has always been very thick. No matter how you say it, the maids in the palace are more skillful than you. Let her do it."

Liang Jiugong actually didn't understand these actions of the emperor.Could it be that the emperor deliberately arranged all kinds of tiring work for Jiaorong girl, so that she could realize how much better being a master than a slave, so that she could enter the harem as soon as possible?
Before Liang Jiugong could think clearly, the emperor had already started to write words slowly while holding Concubine Yi's wrist behind her.He first taught Concubine Yi to write a "Fu" character, with round and elegant strokes, plain and graceful, and the lines between the words and lines are well-proportioned, and the paper is full of elegance and tranquility.

Soon, Concubine Yi laughed from the bottom of her heart, "The emperor's writing is really different, and my concubines really can't learn it."

As she said that, Concubine Yi said softly, "It's better for the emperor to write some poems himself, and the concubines will definitely stay here to copy and study every day."

Regarding this, the emperor raised his eyebrows, fixed his eyes on the yellow rice paper, nodded slightly, and said cheerfully: "Okay, then I will just write a few lines of ancient poems."

After the words fell, the emperor raised his head intentionally or unintentionally, and glanced at Jiaorong in front of him with meaning.Jiaorong was concentrating on grinding ink on the inkstone in her hand, she didn't want to look at the emperor at all, at most she just glanced at his writing.

In fact, when Jiao Rong was young, she was also very interested in calligraphy, landscape painting, etc., but unfortunately she was not born in a famous family, so she didn't have the opportunity to learn these things, and she didn't even know a few Chinese characters, at most she knew some Manchu. .So whenever Jiao Rong sees these beautiful calligraphy and paintings, she can't help being fascinated.

The emperor picked up the pen, thought for two seconds, and wrote poems on the rice paper. When he wrote himself, he used his usual fonts, and he learned the style and methods of Dong Qichang, a famous calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty. The pen, sometimes flying ink quickly, makes people dazzled.

After a while, the emperor wrote a few lines of poems. Jiaorong stared at the words fascinated, but because she couldn't read Chinese characters, she didn't understand the meaning.Knowing that Concubine Yi leaned forward and read it softly, Jiao Rong understood the meaning: "There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. When you look at the city of Qingren, you look at the country of Qingren. It is better not to know the beauty of the city and the country, and it is difficult for a beautiful woman." Again."

After reading this, Concubine Yi frowned lightly, and her voice softened a bit: "This is a poem written by Li Yannian in the Han Dynasty. Why did the emperor think of writing this poem?"

Regarding this, the emperor slightly raised his head and saw that Jiao Rong was concentrating on his writing, he was a little surprised.He turned his head to look at Concubine Yi, and explained: "The poems written for beauties should naturally be written in verses praising beauties."

The implication is that this poem is to praise Concubine Yi's beauty, but Concubine Yi looked at the poem and thought for a while, but her face became a bit complicated. She looked at the emperor's face seriously, and said softly: " The concubine comes from the misty and rainy land in the south of the Yangtze River, so naturally she cannot be considered a beautiful woman in the north, not to mention that the concubine is an ordinary person, her heart and pursuit are too ordinary, so naturally she cannot be regarded as peerless and independent."

After the words fell, Concubine Yi said meaningfully: "The person described in the emperor's poem must not be a concubine, but I don't know who it is."

Jiaorong didn't listen to the emperor and Concubine Yi discussing the meaning of the poem too seriously, she kept looking at the words written by the emperor, and forgot to stop the movement of grinding ink with her hands.Although she has never learned calligraphy, she has seen many people's calligraphy in the palace, and the emperor's calligraphy skills really amazed her.

If the emperor is not an emperor, he is probably one of those talented gentlemen who make girls fall in love with ordinary people.Jiaorong couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I don't know how long it took, the emperor was about to leave, Jiao Rong came back to her senses, and slowly raised her eyes, at this moment the inkstone she accepted was already full of ink, she quickly put the ink ingot on the side, Withdrew his fingers.

Liang Jiugong glanced at Jiaorong who was distracted, and suddenly understood what the emperor meant. It turned out that this was a special way to arouse the interest of beauties, so as to make Jiaorong girl admire him.Liang Jiugong looked at Jiaorong's appearance clearly, and felt more and more that the emperor had worked hard on the road of courtship.

Seeing that it was almost noon, the emperor left Chengqian Palace. He finished early today, and now he should go back to deal with things.Before leaving, the emperor took a few more glances at Jiaorong, and couldn't help but say to Concubine Yi: "The beauties in Chengqian Palace are indeed exceptionally beautiful, it would be nice if they were more educated."

After the words fell, the emperor sighed and left Chengqian Palace silently.Concubine Yi also understood what the emperor meant, he used verses to praise Jiaorong so clearly, but Jiaorong didn't understand, she just went to read the words he wrote, and directly used the emperor's painstaking efforts All when the wind blows.

After the emperor left, Concubine Yi looked at Jiaorong and couldn't help asking: "I just saw that you were fascinated by the emperor's handwriting, is it because you are interested in calligraphy?"

Hearing the sound, Jiao Rong looked at Concubine Yi, a little surprised, lowered her eyes first, and then responded: "The slaves are not talented, they don't even know Chinese characters, and they are far behind in calligraphy, so they can only just look at it casually. "

Hearing this, Concubine Yi nodded lightly, and then said quickly: "If you want to learn, when the emperor teaches me calligraphy in the future, you can be with me. The emperor is kind, and I think he will not refuse. "

Jiao Rong opened her eyes wide and looked at Concubine Yi. She had never expected Concubine Yi to say such a thing, and she was stunned: "Your Majesty is willing to let the slaves learn calligraphy? Or with the Emperor?"

(End of this chapter)