The Woman Behind Kangxi: The Biography of Virtuous Concubine

Chapter 13
[Xianlu] Backyard flowers

Zhao Mengfu\
There is a boat in Qingxi, autumn on both sides of Furong.

Whose daughter is Cailing, singing from Muou.

Chaotic cloud worry, head full of wind and rain, wear lotus leaves to go back to rest.

There are only a few strokes, but the style is tight and the posture is relaxed.

"Miss Ningde, if I'm not mistaken, this is the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu! This volume of calligraphy and painting alone is an invaluable treasure." Xuan Ye turned around and exclaimed to Ningde, "The style of his calligraphy is charming, elegant, and well-organized. Strict and well-versed in brushwork, it is known as "Zhao Ti" in the world. Together with Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Ouyang Xun, they are called the "Four Great Masters" of regular script, and they really deserve their reputation!"\
Ningde smiled: "Young master has good eyesight, calligraphy is fine, but I only love the word 'chaotic cloud worry, head full of wind and rain, wear lotus leaves and go back to rest." You think, in a peaceful and beautiful mood, Suddenly there was a lotus picking girl rowing a boat and singing a lotus picking song; this clear and loud singing startled the "Twilight Oll" in Qiqi. ——Lotus, boat, lotus picker, singing, Twilight Gull , vivid imagery, pure, vivid, vivid, beautiful, charming, and idyllic.

The last three sentences change the style of writing, and the world is uncertain.The wind and rain were about to come, but the lotus picking girl was calm and unhurried. She picked a green lotus leaf and put it on her head as a rain gear before returning home by boat.This kind of calmness and state of mind is not something everyone has, and what you need is to deal with sudden changes in the situation. "

Xuan Ye nodded secretly, saying that the whole song is based on Zhao Mengfu's heart of retreat amidst the vicissitudes of politics, but now being solved by Wu Yaningde is another flavor, it seems that this woman's ambition is not small! \
Ning De came over to check the cups on the tea table and poured three cups of clear tea.Her gesture of pouring tea is very beautiful.Xuan Ye seemed to see a very beautiful figure in his eyes, completely forgot about himself, he didn't want to be pouring tea but more like dancing.

He raised the cup blankly, originally he just wanted to dip his lips into the tea, but when his lips touched the rim of the cup, he felt the aroma of the tea. After drinking it, I feel warming my heart and spleen, feeling comfortable all over my body, warming my stomach and tongue, holding an empty cup, I really wish I could drink ten or eight cups of it in one go.It's just that I don't know what kind of tea is more delicious and fragrant than the tribute tea in the palace.Yin blurted out, "What kind of tea is this?"

Ningde put down his cup and replied with a smile: "It's not any famous tea, but the tea trees in front of the door. I had it before I moved in. I didn't have anything to do, so I took care of it. I probably grew up with this Buddhist holy place." I got aura, and I feel good drinking it, so I dare to take it out to greet you. Just drink a few more glasses."

So he poured it for Xuan Ye again, but Mo Xingyan didn't know what good tea was or bad tea, he just drank it like a cow's drink to quench his thirst, and wandered around with the cup after drinking the tea in one go.Seeing a poem spread out on the table, I opened my mouth and read it: "The hut is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. It is easy to come and go for a long time. Several red and white peach and plum trees, a field of green and yellow vegetables and wheat. The bamboo couch moves at night to listen to the rain. Sit down, open the paper window and watch Yunmian."

Xuan Ye glanced at Ning De, walked over to pick up the raft of poetry, and savored it carefully: "Is this Miss's masterpiece?"

(End of this chapter)