Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 111 Heart-to-heart Confidence 【Gift to the Silver Leader Ellipsis 21】

Xia Houchun interrupted the 'struggle for beauty' between Murong Yan and Xiao Ruo, and said in a low voice to Song Jing:

"Master Song, please also write a letter to the troops stationed outside the city."

"If it is really impossible to mobilize, my general may be detained."

Song Jing became serious when he heard the words, "Your Highness, please follow me."

Immediately, he stretched out his hand to invite Xia Houchun into the study.

Yang Zhong in the outer room desperately asked to stop and guard, Xia Houchun also followed him.

Stepping into the study room, a mandarin duck fine brocade table cover is placed on top of the table. Among the four treasures, 'Hu brush, Hui ink, Xuan paper and Duan inkstone' are the most.

Hubi, also known as Mengxi, also called Huying, is produced in Shanlian Town, Huzhou, Jiangnan Road. It is named for its sharp and sharp pen tip, and people in the industry call it "Heizi". It has the four advantages of sharp, neat, round and healthy. , and because of the "four virtues", it has the reputation of "Mao Ying's skills are the best in the world".

Needless to say, Xuan paper is expensive. It is produced in Xuanzhou. It is initially made of green sandalwood bark, straw and fine hemp, pulped and dried.

It is divided into two types, one is raw Xuan, which is easy to seep when touched with water, and the ink can be dispersed, so it is the best base for freehand painting; Love should be described in detail.

High-quality rice paper is flexible, smooth and delicate, and it is exclusively used by the royal family and nobles.

And because of the paper's characteristics of "not changing color for a long time and not being mothed or rotted", it became the exclusive offering of the Taikang Court. Even the orders of the "Four Great" were passed down to the paper, and Xuan paper was the main one.

The paper mills located in Xuanzhou would be snapped up by the governors of various states and the two capitals whenever they produced knives, and the remaining rice paper would be circulated in the market a little later, but the supply was in short supply.

Song Jing spread out a piece of cooked rice paper, Xia Houchun picked up the ink stick, lightly inkbed the ink, dipped it in water and slid it lightly, a strong fragrance of ink permeated the tip of the pen.

Song Jing thanked him, picked up a stick of Zihao, lightly dipped it in Hui ink, and immediately put pen to paper.

With a few swipes, two beautiful and slender lower script with hairpin flowers came into view, which surprised Xia Houchun greatly.

He praised without hesitation: "Master Song's hairpin lowercase script is very elegant and thin, with the pride of a lonely pine and the cleanliness of a snowy bamboo. I have practiced imitation for many years, but it is still not as good as Master Song."

Song Jing smiled modestly, "I remember His Royal Highness once said to me that 'calligraphy and painting skills, Xiao Daoer, are not as good as dragon slaying'."

He suddenly got stuck, and his body froze subconsciously.

His Royal Highness, it seems that he really did this.

Xia Houchun also smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject, "I have heard that the small script of hairpin flowers was created by the former Mrs. Yan Maoyi, and even the sage of calligraphy, Zhong Sheng, praised it. Ran like a tree, Mu Ruoqingfeng'."

"Now that I read Master Song's book, I know that the sage's praise is not groundless."

Song Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off his cold sweat, and said with a smile: "I don't know if it was created by Mrs. Maoyi, but I was lucky enough to witness Mrs. Maoyi's posthumous work at Taizong's banquet."

Xia Houchun blinked and blinked, could it be that his grandpa is very elegant and interesting.

He took over the conversation, "Oh? Please ask Master Song for guidance."

After Song Jing pondered for a while, he said: "Mrs. Maoyi's book is like a dancer arranging flowers, holding a lotus low; , it’s incredible.”

Xia Houchun revealed a hint of admiration just right, nodded his head and said: "Mr. Maoyi's masterpiece is worthy of the title of 'calligraphy master'. It is like a dragon swimming in a fright. It is really wonderful."

Whether you understand it or not, it is right to like it.

Song Jing agreed in agreement, although what His Highness said made him a little confused, but he knew that it was right to just flatter.

He put Zihao away, put it in the envelope, and summoned his servants. After some solemn instructions, he quickly sent him to the garrison camp outside the city.

After some busy work, a maid came in and served a stove and hot tea.

Xia Houchun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the facilities in the room.

Not to mention the silk and satin, they are elegant and quiet, a little plain, not the favorite of people with heavy makeup.

It must have been arranged by Song Zhuowen's biological mother.

His heart moved, it seemed that this Song Jing hadn't completely forgotten the old love.

"Your Highness, please have some tea."

Xia Houchun was pacing and looking carefully at "The Picture of a Beauty with Sleeves", on which there is a beauty in a palace dress with no makeup dipped in water to wash, and a child with shofar braids beside him is innocent and smirking, his tender feet are playing in the water, his face is full of tears. Attachment and happiness.

Song Jing offered a cup of hot tea by his ear, and he turned his head to look.

Seeing his complex eyes, there seemed to be nostalgia and trance in the vicissitudes of life, and he said softly: "Her name is Yun'er, she passed away when Zhuo Wen was ten years old, almost six years ago."

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and after pursing his lips, his beard trembled slightly, "If there is something wrong with Zhuo Wen this time, I don't know how to explain it to her after I go down."

Xia Houchun nodded lightly, and said with relief: "Sister Zhuowen has turned the crisis to safety this time, presumably it is the blessing of Master's mother's spirit in heaven."

He said with a smile: "Sister Zhuo Wen was saved from danger just now, and she will surely come back to life in the future."

Song Jing took a step back, bowed to Xia Houchun, and didn't get up for a long time.

Xia Houchun sighed, and helped him up, "Master Song just mentioned the change of the center, can you explain it to me in detail?"

After Song Jing hesitated for a while, he said softly: "Your Highness, you should know that the power of the Xiao Party is now deeply intertwined in the court, and the faction has many minions. It has already become a serious problem for my Dajing confidant, and it cannot be shaken by an important minister like Zhang Xiang."

It was Xia Houchun's plan to invite Zhang Xiang into the game.

Xia Houchun sighed softly: "What Master Song said, how could Xia Houchun not know that even before he reached the crown last year, his father had a plan with this palace, but the bandit Xiao saw that the situation was not going well, and dragged Wei Boyu out of the palace. As a threat, the father had no choice but to abandon the car to protect the commander, and all plans were lost."

Song Jing's face was tense, and he kept his mouth shut. He had naturally heard about the turmoil in the court last year, but the version he heard seemed to be somewhat different from what this person said.

But that's not the point, the point is that he has to figure out what this guy's plan is going to be in the future.

This is the question that Dajing urgently needs to clarify.

After a little deliberation, Song Jing asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Your Highness, if Prime Minister Zhang goes south, do you have a plan?"

The implication is, do you want to raise the flag of righteousness and face the Qing emperor?

Xia Houchun walked to the window, looking through the snow, his eyes seemed to have a deep flash.

His eyes are deep, like an undercurrent flowing quietly, silently, he said softly:

"Now that the palace is single and weak, not to mention eradicating all members of the Xiao Party, even killing a minion of the Xiao Clan, we need to consider one or two things, how dare we act rashly again."

Zhang Jiangling was transferred to southern Xinjiang to resist the invasion of Qianyan. This seemed to be no major problem, and it was even a blessing to the soldiers on the border.

After all, with Zhang Xiang sitting in charge, and the "three lines of defense" he personally built, it is enough to make the Dajing Southern Border strong enough to keep the enemy out of the country.

But it is precisely because Zhang Xiang is too important.

It is so important that once he leaves Taikang, it will be like the sky falling apart.

Because, that means that the central power will all fall into the hands of Zhongshu Ling Xiao Yuanzheng and noble concubine Xiao Mei.

At that time, Zhang Jiangling can be knocked down from the altar with a single edict.

Moreover, he will never be able to stand up again, and there will be no place to bury him when he dies.

Xia Houchun couldn't understand why Zhang Xiang went south in person, knowing that this trip might be lost forever.

You know, if Zhang Xiang does not allow it, who can force him?
Not even Jingdi Xiahouhong.

Dajing Civil and Military No. 1 is not in vain.

　[ps: Compliments: In the former, Zhong Yao praised the calligraphy words of Mrs. Wei, a female calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty; the latter sentence is the words of Wei Xu in Tang Dynasty who praised Mrs. Wei's wonderful calligraphy. 】

　　
　
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