The sleeves of the official robe are very wide. Xu Gucheng rolled up the sleeves very skillfully before raising the pen, revealing his lean and strong wrists.
Then, the dark and light ink was spread out on the rice paper, from dots to lines and from lines to surfaces. The simple strokes vividly outlined the cold and solemn meaning of winter.
Looking east from the pavilion, you can see the frozen pond. From time to time, a few clumps of dead grass appear on the ice, and you can also see the scene on the other side of the pond.
The branches swayed in the cold wind, and the dead grass on the ice was blown directly onto the ice. The place where it met the ice surface was almost torn apart, but it continued for a long time. It seemed to be the bottom of the endless struggle in a difficult life. people.
The emperor liked to come here most in the summer to drink tea, play chess, enjoy the scenery and listen to music. This was the only place where he could soothe his mind after he was busy grading memorials and dealing with state affairs.
You can't see the palace walls here, not even the corners of the houses, just a piece of water and a piece of trees.
Every time he rested here, he seemed to have left the palace and this cage.
Many years ago, he had received a lotus picture painted here by Xu Gucheng. He passed by here during the first snowfall this winter and saw the quiet and peaceful snow scene here, so he planned to ask Xu Gucheng to paint another winter picture.
Concubine Liu Defi knew the significance of this place to the emperor, and would not dissuade the emperor, nor would she rush to talk to the emperor about Fang Jing. After all, she had put a lot of effort into this matter, so she naturally had to wait for the most appropriate time.
Concubine Liu Defi was almost done looking at Xu Gucheng's winter pictures, and the emperor no longer gathered around to look at them, and then with a wink, he asked the palace maid and eunuch to step back.
The emperor felt strange, looked up at her, and asked her why.
Concubine Liu Def glanced outside to make sure that the palace maids and eunuchs were standing far enough away, and then she said with a smile: "I have a happy event to tell the officials. The officials will be happy after hearing this." After speaking, she looked at the painter who was painting. Xu Gucheng glanced at him.
Xu Gucheng was about to put away his pen, but after hearing Concubine Liu Defi's words, his hand movements slowed down a bit.
He must stay. If he leaves, today's efforts will be in vain.
The emperor's eyes followed Concubine Liu Defi, and when he saw Xu Gucheng painting seriously, his eyes fell on the painting he had been thinking about for many days.
The emperor was basically watching the whole process when Xu Gucheng was painting. Therefore, the emperor is very sure that Xu Gucheng's hand painting has improved a lot compared to many years ago. Maybe he could be asked to draw pictures of spring and autumn again. Thinking of this, he said directly: "Shilang Xu is not an outsider, since it is a happy event. Concubine De, why don't you just tell me."
Xu Gucheng felt relieved, but the tip of his pen still rested on the paper. He didn't say anything, he just pretended to be obsessed with painting.
He was not an honest person who was determined to be down-to-earth. His mind has always been quick, let alone after being in the officialdom for so many years. "Pretending" is still possible.
Concubine Liu originally wanted to make this matter known to the world, so that her contribution could be reflected and she could sit in that position more smoothly. In fact, she didn't mind Xu Gucheng's presence.
But she also wanted to know the emperor's choice. Choose to tell the world that King Xu has an heir? Or choose to continue to suppress Fang Jing's identity.
If the emperor wanted to suppress this matter, Xu Gucheng would not be suitable here.
After telling Xu Gucheng about Fang Jing, the emperor had only one choice. Choose to reveal Fang Jing’s identity to the world.
Concubine Liu Defi is a smart woman who always has her own bottom line in doing things. But she wanted to get a lot and wanted to know a lot. Now she just wanted to use this matter to get a clearer understanding of the man who had been with him for more than twenty years.
After a brief struggle, Concubine Liu Defi took a deep look at Xu Gucheng and did not reject the emperor's proposal. Instead, she said: "The officials are right. Naturally, we are not afraid that more than one person will know about such a happy event."
"Don't be pretentious, just tell me, I'm already curious." The emperor smiled and put his hand on Concubine Liu Def's, holding her hand in his.
Concubine Liu Def nodded and said seriously: "I learned a piece of news half a month ago, King Xu..."
As Concubine Liu Defi spoke unhurriedly, the emperor's eyes slowly opened wide, his lips trembled slightly, and there was uncontrollable joy on his face.
"After I learned about it, I didn't completely believe it, nor did I tell you rashly to make you happy in vain. After thinking about it, I had to ask my elder brother to help me check it out. I only got the accurate news this morning, confirming that Jing Ping He is indeed the posthumous son of King Xu..."
Concubine Liu De told the matter extremely realistically, not mentioning that she knew Fang Jing's true identity many years ago and had sent people to find Fang Jing for many years, not to mention the way she finally made Fang Jing compromise.
The emperor was overjoyed and stood up suddenly: "Where is he now?"
The emperor naturally knew about Fang Jing. After all, he was a child prodigy who was as famous as Yan Shu!
Fang Jing later disappeared, but the emperor never forgot his outstanding talent, and neither did the people of Bianjing.
Unexpectedly, such an outstanding Erlang was his nephew, the son of his second brother!
The second brother is not childless, but he has such an excellent son.
Second brother can rest in peace!
The emperor was excited inside, but the other two people in the pavilion were all kinds of complicated.
There was an imperceptible helplessness on Concubine Liu Defi's face. It seemed that she did not need to test the emperor's choice. With just this sentence, she was sure that the emperor would tell the world about Fang Jing's identity and give him the wealth and wealth he deserved.
"De Concubine, you said you have sent someone to pick him up outside the palace? I don't know if he has arrived now. Let's go back to see him quickly." The emperor grabbed Concubine Liu De's hand and was about to go out. There were even more wrinkles on the already wrinkled face. The joy of a child.
Concubine Liu Defi glanced at Xu Gucheng out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that Xu Gucheng had finally put down his pen, she cursed a fox in her heart, and then said to the emperor in a leisurely manner: "I know you are happy, but you should always put on a cloak when you go out." You were just too happy.
The hexagonal pavilion was open except for the side where Xu Gucheng painted, and the other five sides were covered. There were several fires in the pavilion, and it was not very cold. The emperor took off his cloak as soon as he came in.
The emperor nodded and was about to put on the cloak, only to find that the palace maids and eunuchs were all outside. He could only ask Concubine Liu Def to serve him to put it on, but he never wanted her to serve him, so he hurriedly picked it up and put it on himself.
Concubine Liu Defi smiled, and while she was arranging the emperor's cloak, Xu Gucheng came over from the table and bowed.
"I would like to first congratulate the Emperor and congratulate Concubine Liu Def on finding Prince Xu's son. This is my great fortune in the Song Dynasty. As an outsider, I shouldn't listen to these things, let alone judge them. But there is one thing I have to ask."
Xu Gucheng was serious, and the emperor's excitement also weakened a little. He sat back in his seat, his face a little more serious, and the aura of the king of a country finally returned.
After some conversation, the emperor decided to let Xu Gucheng go with him to see Fang Jing. (To be continued)
