[On the river bank, willows are folded and wild geese are flying, looking out at the shadows of the sails and always looking forward to their return; an ink letter has been written since the third watch, sending my lovesickness to watch the afterglow. 】
In front of the book desk in the side hall of Manfu Palace, there was light smoke from the incense burner, and various books were lined up. Sheng Yuan stood in front of the desk and waved her brush. Soon, four lines of poetry appeared on the paper like a printed version.
"Sister Yuan's handwriting is getting more and more correct." Aunt Qi held a warm handkerchief and looked at it. When Sheng Yuan put down the pen, she handed it to her with a smile, then dried the poem and sent it to her personally. When Empress Qin got it, she couldn't help but praise, "This painting is not bad for Concubine Wen!"
Empress Qin happily held the rice paper, looked left and right, and said that Sister Yuan was talented.
Hearing this, Sheng Yuan quietly stuck out her tongue.
This is not because she is talented, it's just her aunt's love that gives birth to Baixi.
Whenever she does, it's like "Cattle are plowing the fields, while ducks are crossing the pond; suddenly naughty boys are picking beehives, buzzing and running around." ] Such limericks should also be praised as humorous, interesting and full of business.
"Sister Yuan, what kind of masterpiece has it been that has won such praise from the queen?" Emperor Chengyuan appeared in front of everyone wearing bright yellow uniforms.
Without being polite, he strode to sit next to Queen Qin, picked up the rice paper with the poem on it, and started reading it with great interest.
After reading it, she was a little puzzled and joked to Empress Qin: "Hey, Sister Yuan can still write such serious poems!"
When he said this, Queen Qin covered her mouth and chuckled.
But Shengyuan was not happy. He didn't care that Emperor Chengyuan also brought a young man, so he ran to Empress Qin's arms and protested repeatedly: "Your Majesty, uncle and aunt, please don't look down on people. I am a scholar! Is it possible for a scholar to write poems improperly?" Words? But the styles are completely different!"
Emperor Chengyuan saw her patting her chest, confident and heroic, and couldn't help teasing her: "I don't think you look like a scholar, but you look like a female general!"
"General? That's okay!" Sheng Yuan straightened her back and said proudly, "I'm very skilled in bow and horse!"
If others saw her proud look, they would probably say that she was no longer shy. How could anyone boast like this?
But Queen Qin clapped her hands in support and said straightly: "No! Sister Yuan is excellent at riding and shooting, and she is also accurate in using a crossbow. There is no such outstanding little girl!"
Emperor Chengyuan had long been accustomed to the Queen's behavior over the years, and those who were led by him didn't see anything wrong with such praise.
On the other hand, the corners of Xiao Langjun's lips trembled slightly.
Emperor Chengyuan noticed it and didn't think much about it. He pointed at him and Sheng Yuan and said: "This is the little brother of the Protector's family. He is best at calligraphy. From now on, he will study in the south study room with the emperor's grandchildren. If you want to practice cursive calligraphy, find It’s also good to ask him for advice.”
He brought this great-nephew to Manfu Palace with the intention of letting the queen take care of him. Although he valued the Yang family, after all, he was the queen's prime minister in the harem, and many things could not go around her.
The queen was much more enthusiastic when she heard about Yang Jiazi's origins, but she did not mention letting Sheng Yuan practice calligraphy with her.
Sheng Yuan looked at the young man in front of her who was as big as her sister. She saw that he was tall and thin. Although he looked tall and graceful, he always felt that he was not the same person as herself.
Then he told Emperor Chengyuan, "Your Majesty, I'd better not practice cursive writing. If I practice cursive writing, I'm afraid I won't even know what I write!"
Her words made Emperor Chengyuan laugh again. He pointed at Sheng Yuan speechlessly and shook his head: "You little girl, just say you are lazy if you are lazy. You can't even say such a ridiculous reason... Forget it, if you don't practice, you won't practice. Bar."
Having said that, he looked at the poems printed on Shengyuan's page and said with a smile: "You can't just use this kind of font, right? The Guange style fonts look regular and not appreciative. In the future, it will be different When your classmates and colleagues get together, they will laugh at you."
"Eh? Why are you still laughing when people are laughing at your nieces and nephews? You should be angry and hit them!"
Seeing Sheng Yuan's big eyes, Emperor Chengyuan couldn't laugh or cry: "How can you beat people at will? I have never been annoyed when the censor criticized me."
"The imperial censor advises you that although I may be troublesome at times, I am still fulfilling my duties; but if my colleagues ridicule me for my lack of style in my handwriting in the future, then I am not doing my job properly!"
The monthly salary from the treasury and the money you allocate from the internal funds, but let them work for the court!
They have time to laugh at their colleagues for their mediocre handwriting, but they are unable to discover the merits of their colleagues and their official duties. They are unable to recognize the talents and empathize with them, which shows that they are not focused on official duties.
In my free time, I would rather drink and have banquets than focus on cultivating myself and running my family, let alone worrying about the country and the people, and designing for the governance of the country and the peace of the world. It can be seen that most of the time on weekdays, I just deal with things. !
Such people receive generous salaries but do not help you share your worries. What a loss for you! "
Emperor Chengyuan: "..."
Let this little girl tell you, why does he feel like... a group of rats are eating the food in his granary!
If he hadn't been self-disciplined as a king, he wouldn't have wanted to find those officials who were not doing their jobs properly!
"You are always eloquent!" Seeing the emperor's move, Empress Qin immediately nodded at Sheng Yuan's little head and laughed angrily, "Even if some people laugh at your neat notes, it's their fault; but it doesn't matter. As for you, let me tell you the truth... Besides, this art is not overwhelming, what's wrong with you learning more skills?"
"Auntie, let me tell you first, I'm not lazy!" Sheng Yuan waved her hand, saying that she can be a model for her hard work, "It's just handwriting, just learn the simplest ones. You can do it without practicing other handwriting. So as not to be distracted by other things.
In this way, when you are studying, you can concentrate on learning and exploring true knowledge; when you become an official in the future, you can also devote yourself to official duties without having to worry about it.
Besides, what’s wrong with the pavilion style? The handwriting looks like a printing plate, horizontally, vertically, and regular. Doesn’t it comply with the principle of being a human being?
How good it is to be down-to-earth and dedicated to serving the country and the king without any twists and turns! "
What she said made Emperor Chengyuan very happy and praised her endlessly.
When the young man of the Yang family heard this, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
Feeling his gaze, Sheng Yuan turned her head and looked over.
Young Master of the Yang family: "..."
He has never seen any girl dare to look at her husband without hesitation.
Sheng Yuan followed the other person's gaze and met his eyes, feeling that this fifteen or sixteen year old boy's eyes were a little deep; she silently marked the other person's eyes with "The city may not be shallow" and withdrew her gaze.
Emperor Chengyuan was still happy there, but suddenly he remembered the memorial that the little girl had handed over not long ago, and he praised her for her thoughtfulness.
Although Empress Qin didn't know what this little girl had written, she was praised for her profound thoughts at such a young age, so she couldn't help but praise her a little, so she said a few words of humility for Sheng Yuan.
If it weren't for the young man of the Yang family, she would have wanted to ask this little girl what she was holding back.
(End of chapter)
