In this era without air pollution, the moonlight was bright, and Feng Xiuyun, who was wearing a long palace dress, was covered with a gauze gown.
The beautiful face, graceful figure, and broad mind made Xia Jingyun feel a bit of the heat that only exists in summer.
He lowered his head slightly and said, "I don't know if you will miss me when you arrive."
Feng Xiuyun was slightly shocked 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 dirty clothes and shabby labor uniforms, he looks like a skinny and destitute beggar;
At this moment, he was freshly washed and put on clean and tidy clothes. His black hair was simply tied behind his head, but he had such a handsome and elegant temperament.
And that face is exactly the same as, or even worse than, those of the noble young masters in the capital.
As a result, her tone softened a lot, "Did you have a good rest today?"
Xia Jingyun said respectfully: "My lord, please give me your instructions."
"The first order is, should you invite me in?"
Xia Jingyun quickly invited her and the maid behind him into the house. The two guards guarded the door and did not move.
"Sir, the courtyard is small and the population is large. Please forgive me."
Feng Xiuyun said calmly: "If you don't mind, find a secluded room and I'll explain it 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 were temporarily staying was not suitable. Xia Jingyun had no choice but to lead the three of them to the women's bedroom in the main house.
We all took a shower last night, and the bedding was freshly changed. There was no peculiar smell in the room.
Standing still in the room, Feng Xiuyun said directly: "Write a calligraphy for me."
Xia Jingyun nodded, "I bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone yesterday. Please tell me what I want to write."
Feng Xiuyun shook his head, "I have prepared all these things."
As she spoke, the maid behind her placed a long box on the table that she had been holding in her hand. Inside was a complete set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Xia Jingyun:......
He has already thought about it. He will go to the shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop early tomorrow morning to refund the money!
This prodigal bitch shouldn’t have told you earlier!
Xia Jingyun secretly felt sorry for his useless pens, inks, papers and inkstones. He silently spread out the papers brought by the other party and found that they were indeed much better than the ones he bought.
"Write carefully, and I will give these to you after I finish writing them."
Sir, open up! The adults are generous! Become a queen as soon as possible!
"Thank you, sir, for the reward." Xia Jingyun shouted repeatedly, and then while getting some water to grind the ink, he asked, "What words do you want to write, sir?"
Feng Xiuyun was stunned, "You can just write a few sentences at will. The key is to write well."
Xia Jingyun understood as soon as she heard it. The person in front of her didn't like words, but a certain big shot she wanted to make friends with.
This favor is not in vain, and it will be of great benefit to myself to be able to take the opportunity to get closer to her.
And in the future, we have to rely on the help of these big shots to rehabilitate and restore our status as good citizens!
But he didn't feel any pressure, because it was simple that if the other party could entrust such an important matter to him, it meant that the matter was not that important.
He thought for a moment, "Can I ask you boldly, who do you want to give this calligraphy to? You don't need to name the specific person, you just need to give a general idea, and I will try to make this calligraphy more suitable for the other party." Some."
The maid on the side lowered her head silently, hiding a trace of disdain for Xia Jingyun's overestimation.
Feng Xiuyun thought for a while, "An old man with high moral character and high respect, who is quite obsessed with calligraphy."
She felt that what Xia Jingyun said made sense.
“Is this old man’s current life satisfactory and leisurely, or is he trapped and dissatisfied?”
Feng Xiuyun frowned slightly, but still said: "Of course I am satisfied."
Xia Jingyun also saw this slight frown, so he stopped asking questions and started thinking in his mind.
The focus of his thinking is not the words, but the words written by these words.
This broad-minded female official in the palace only cares about whether the wording is good, but does not understand that no matter how good the wording is, if the meaning is not good, it is not easy to appreciate it.
For example [Chunchi Yanyun]
For example [feeling at home]
Another example is [The future is bright, build on the past and open up the future]
Countless sage works flashed through his mind, and then an idea struck him.
This world also celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. For the elderly, what can be better than the meaning of peace and reunion.
Seeing Xia Jingyun contemplating, the maid stood aside with her hands tied, feeling that this young man living in a back alley really took her seriously.
But the rules in the palace were strict, and she didn't dare to say anything for a while, so she could only stand aside silently, looking at the still empty paper.
Then, she watched the thin young man move. He slowly picked up the pen with his hand, whose scars were still clearly visible, sucked up the ink, and slowly licked it on the inkstone.
Inexplicably, he had a calm master's air. He was obviously licking the pen, but it made her heart tremble slightly.
The pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and ten big characters fell down.
【Nung, moon and new moon】
She didn't understand, but she thought it looked pretty.
After a while, Feng Xiuyun left with the maid.
The maid still held a long box in her hand, but it contained a newly written calligraphy.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as mentioned before, were left to Xia Jingyun as a retouching fee.
Xia Jingyun squatted on the threshold, looked at the courtyard door, and muttered, "It's better to give him two taels of silver."
"Gao Yang, what was that just now?"
His father and uncle came over and asked.
"A female official in the palace came to ask for a painting."
Xia Hengzhi looked unbelieving, "She also likes your words? Doesn't it cost her a lot of money to buy your father's words?"
Xia Jingyun didn't want to argue, and it was hard to argue with this thing, so he changed the subject and said, "She gave me a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones. My father and uncle will go and see if they are worth it. If it is, I will pawn it another day."
The two hurriedly walked in. Xia Mingxiong, who was born in martial arts, didn't understand the Four Treasures of the Study, but he could also see that this set of things was obviously much better than the ones his brother usually used. The paper was smoother than the slipperiest girl I have ever touched. My body is still slippery.
"How much are these things worth?"
"You think I'll know?"
After watching for a long time, the two rustics silently walked out of the room 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 to live, but the arrangement was for her to live in Concubine De's natal home, and she thought it was very thoughtful.
Feng Xiuyun shook her head in fright, fearing that Concubine De would find out about this when she came back and say, "What kind of grade? Live in the same yard with me, take her out and chop her off."
Therefore, she simply rented a small courtyard in the inn, and the public funds were reimbursed anyway.
In the small courtyard at this moment, Feng Xiuyun was stroking the long box, gently tapping the lid of the box with her green jade fingers, expressing her inner tangle, "Do you think his calligraphy is good?"
The maid thought of the bright moon she saw when she looked up on the way back, and the unreasonable longing in her heart, and said with a smile: "I think it's not bad."
Feng Xiuyun sighed, "It's a pity that I don't know the secrets. I only know whether it looks good or not. Let's treat a dead horse as a live doctor!"
She stood up and pulled out a box from under the bed, which was filled with a similar long box.
Her hands brushed over these long boxes, "I have collected so many works by famous calligraphers along the way. I just hope that I can catch the eye of the old man and let him say a few nice words in front of the empress, so that I can regain her appreciation." , Otherwise, I’m afraid it will be difficult for the rest of my life!”
The maid also pursed her lips, a very simple truth, a true confidant, who is not by your side, in front of and behind the horse, how can you be sent to do this kind of thing that you should do well and not do well.
Feng Xiuyun is only the chief of Shang Gongtai, and Shang Gongtai has many chiefs.
"I think there are so many words. Even if the old man doesn't like it, he still has to read it with great pains."
Feng Xiuyun turned to look at her and said with a wry smile: "You girl, you really can't speak."
"As the father of a first-class imperial concubine, the old man has seen a lot of good calligraphy, and it is really hard for him to appreciate ordinary works. But with my little ability, how can I get a real masterpiece!"
"No matter whether it's life or death, it's time to give it a try."
As soon as she shook her head, she began to open the boxes one by one and sorted out the collected good words.
"This piece belongs to Feng Qingtian, a calligrapher from Longshou Prefecture. I got it through my relationship with the same sect. It cost a lot of money. This is my biggest reliance this time."
"This painting was written by a famous calligrapher from Badong County, Sishui Prefecture. If Mr. Feng doesn't like his style, he can still fight for this painting."
"The rest are the works of some small and famous people in counties and counties. Whether they can succeed 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 order from Feng Qingtian to the unknown person, the maid on the side reminded: "My lord, there is another copy here."
Feng Xiuyun looked at the box he had just brought back, opened it and read 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.
