first minister

Chapter 11 Writing Poems and Giving Words
In this age without air pollution, the moonlight was bright and clear, and Feng Xiuyun, who was wearing a long dress in a palace dress, was covered with a gauze dress.

The beautiful face, graceful figure, and broad mind made Xia Jingyun feel a little bit of summer heat.

He lowered his head slightly, "I don't know if my lord is coming, I'm not far away to welcome you."

Feng Xiuyun was also slightly surprised when she looked at the man in front of her.

Facts have proved that the saying that people rely on clothes is not nonsense.

He is also tall and thin, and when he is covered in filth and shabby labor uniforms, he looks like a bony and down-and-out beggar;

At this moment, she washed up and put on clean and tidy clothes. Her black hair was simply tied behind her head, but she had such a handsome and elegant demeanor.

And that face, compared to those noble sons in the capital, is not bad at all or even surpasses it.

Therefore, her tone could not help but soften a lot, "Did you rest well today?"

Xia Jingyun respectfully said: "My lord, please give me your instructions."

"The first order is, should you invite me in?"

Xia Jingyun hurriedly invited her and the maid behind her into the room, and the two guards stood guard at the door without moving.

"My lord, the courtyard is small and has a large population, please forgive me."

Feng Xiuyun said indifferently: "It's okay, find a secluded room, and I'll explain to you."

For her who usually lives in the palace, it doesn't matter how big or small these courtyards are, they are not as big as the palace anyway.

Xia Yunfei was still sleeping soundly, and the room where his father and uncle lived temporarily was not suitable, so Xia Jingyun had no choice but to lead the three of them to the women's bedroom in the main house.

They all took a shower last night, and the bedding was newly changed, so there was no peculiar smell in the room.

Standing still in the room, Feng Xiuyun said directly: "Help me write a picture."

Xia Jingyun nodded, "I have already bought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone yesterday, please tell me what to write."

Feng Xiuyun shook her head, "I have prepared all these things."

As he spoke, the maid behind him put a long box that he had been holding in his hand on the table, which contained a whole set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Xia Jingyun:.
He has made up his mind now, and will go to the shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop early tomorrow morning to refund the money!
This prodigal girl, I didn't say it earlier!
Xia Jingyun secretly felt sorry for his useless pens, inks, papers and inkstones, silently spread out the paper brought by the other party, and found that it was indeed much better than the ones he bought.

"Write well, and after writing these things, I will give it to you."

Be open, my lord!Adult atmosphere!Be an empress soon!
"Thank you for your reward, my lord." Xia Jingyun shouted repeatedly, and while fetching clear water to grind ink, he asked, "What words do you want to write, my lord?"

Feng Xiuyun was taken aback, "You can write a few sentences at will, the key is to write well."

As soon as Xia Jingyun heard it, she understood that the person in front of her didn't like writing, but a certain important person she was going to befriend liked writing.

This favor is not in vain, and it is of great benefit to me to take the opportunity to get closer to her.

And in the future, we have to count on the help of these big shots in the matter of rehabilitating and restoring the status of a good citizen!

But he didn't have any pressure, because it was very simple, if the other party could entrust him with such an important matter, it meant that it was not that important.

He thought for a while, "May I ask boldly, who do you want to give this calligraphy to? Your Excellency doesn't need to name the specific person, just give a general idea, and I will try to write this calligraphy more in line with the other party's wishes."

The maid at the side lowered her head silently, hiding a trace of disdain for Xia Jingyun's overreaching.

Feng Xiuyun thought for a while, "An old man with high morals and high prestige is quite obsessed with calligraphy."

She felt that what Xia Jingyun said made some sense.

"Is the old man's current life satisfied and leisurely, or is it difficult and dissatisfied?"

Feng Xiuyun frowned slightly, but still said, "Of course I'm satisfied."

Xia Jingyun also saw this slight frown, and thoughtfully stopped asking, and began to think in his mind.

The focus of his thinking is not the words, but the words written in these words.

This broad-minded female official in the palace only cares about whether the words are good or not, but she doesn't understand. No matter how good the words are, if the meaning is not good, it is not easy to hang up and appreciate them.

For example 【Chunchi Yanyun】

For example 【Home away from home】

Another example is [the future is bright, continue the past and open up the future]

In his mind, countless first masterpieces flashed, and then he had a flash of inspiration.

This world also celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it will soon be the Mid-Autumn Festival. For the elderly, what is better than the meaning of a peaceful reunion.

Seeing Xia Jingyun contemplating, the maid stood aside with her hands tied, feeling that this young man who lived in a back alley really took himself seriously.

But the rules in the palace were strict, and she didn't dare to say anything when she was idle, so she could only stand aside silently, looking at the still empty paper.

Then, she watched the thin young man move, slowly picked up the pen with the hand where the scar was still visible, filled it with ink, and slowly licked it on the inkstone.

Inexplicably, she had a calm mastery, she was obviously licking the pen, but it made her heart tremble slightly.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and ten characters are written down.

【Nung, moon and new moon】

She doesn't understand, but she thinks it's pretty good.

After a while, Feng Xiuyun left with the maid.

The maid still held a long box in her hand, but inside was a pair of newly written characters.

As mentioned earlier, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were reserved for Xia Jingyun as a pen fee.

Xia Jingyun squatted on the threshold, looked at the gate of the courtyard, and muttered, "It's better to give two taels of silver."

"Gao Yang, was that just now?"

His father and uncle came over and asked.

"A female official in the palace came to ask for a picture."

Xia Hengzhi had a look of disbelief, "She also likes your character? Wouldn't she have to pay a lot of money to buy the character of being a father?"

Xia Jingyun didn't want to make an argument, and it's not easy to argue with this stuff, so he changed the subject and said, "Inside she rewarded a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, father and uncle went to see if it's worth it? If it's worth it, I'll pawn it another day."

The two hurried in. Xia Mingxiong, who was born in martial arts, didn't understand the Four Treasures of the Study, but he could also tell that this set of things was much better than the ones his younger brother usually used. The paper surface was smoother than the slipperiest girls I've ever touched.

"How much are these things worth?"

"You think I'll know?"

After watching for a while, the two turtles walked out of the door silently, and sat on the threshold with Xia Jingyun looking at the sky.

On the other side, Feng Xiuyun returned to the inn where she was temporarily staying.

It's not that the county didn't arrange a place for her, but they arranged to live in Defei's natal family, and they thought they were very considerate.

Feng Xiuyun shook her head in fright, for fear that Concubine De would know about this when she came back and say, "What grade, live in the same yard with me, pull it out and chop it up."

So, she simply rented a small courtyard in the inn, anyway, it will be reimbursed with public funds.

In the small courtyard at this moment, Feng Xiuyun caressed the long box, tapped the lid lightly with green onion fingers, and tapped out the entanglement in her heart, "Tell me, is his handwriting good?"

The maid recalled the bright moon she saw when she looked up on the way back, and the unreasonable thoughts in her heart, and said with a smile: "I don't think it's too bad."

Feng Xiuyun sighed, "It's a pity that I don't know how to do it, I only know whether it looks good or not, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"

She stood up and dragged out a box from under the bed, which contained a box full of similar long boxes.

She brushed these long boxes with her hand, "I have collected so many works of famous calligraphers along the way, and I only hope that I can catch the eyes of the old man, let him say a few words in front of the empress, so that I can regain her appreciation, otherwise, the rest of my life may be difficult!"

The maid also pursed her lips. It was a very simple truth. A true confidant, who is not by his side, who is not sent to do this kind of thing that should be done well, but not easy to hang up.

Feng Xiuyun is only the head of Shang Gongtai, and there are many heads of Shang Gongtai.

"I think there are so many words, even if the old man doesn't like it, he still has to work hard to read it."

Feng Xiuyun turned her head to look at her, and said with a wry smile: "You girl, you really can't speak."

"As the father of a first-rank imperial concubine, the old man has seen so many good characters. It's really rare for him to catch a casual work. But with my ability, how can I get a real masterpiece!"

"It doesn't matter, whether it's life or death, it's time to try."

Shaking her head, she began to open boxes one by one, sorting out the good words she had collected.

"This painting belongs to Feng Qingtian, a great calligrapher in Longshou Prefecture, and he obtained it by relying on his relationship with the same master. It cost a lot of money. This is my biggest reliance this time."

"This one was written by a famous calligrapher from Badong County, Sishui Prefecture. If the old lady Feng doesn't like the style, I can fight for this calligraphy again."

"The rest are the works of some well-known people in counties and counties. Whether they can be completed or not depends on fate."

"The success or failure of this trip depends on tomorrow."

When Feng Xiuyu organized all the manuscripts into a pile from top to bottom in the order from Feng Qingtian to the unknown junior, the maid beside him reminded: "My lord, there is still one copy here."

Feng Xiuyun looked at the box she just brought back, opened it and looked at the words inside.

【Nung, moon and new moon】

She hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and placed it at the bottom of the manuscript.

(End of this chapter)