The concubines smiled and retreated, and the emperor seemed quite bored, so he sat down heavily on the splendid dragon and phoenix makeup satin cushions on the side, waved his big sleeves, picked up the purple copper and gold bottom wine, and asked, "What is the matter with the emperor's uncle?"

Obviously, the emperor was still immersed in the crowd of flowers, and Sima Xi only repeated what Fang had just said, and said: "The old minister brought the guests to the palace and presented ink treasures to the emperor together." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Huan was busy kneeling and bowing: "The grass people are all Huan, please see the saint." ”

The emperor looked at him from the corner of his eyes, although Huan was already dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, but because of the lean physique forged by perennial poverty, the rich and noble people could see through his humble background at a glance, but looking at the courtiers and courtiers, all of them were the sons of the powerful. The emperor also felt a little disdainful, so he said lightly: "Get up." ”

"Thank you, the grass people are rude and reckless, please forgive the emperor. ”

"That's it. The emperor will have one knee on his right knee, stretch out his left leg, wave his sleeves, open his robe, and cynically drink again.

Sima Xi said: "I heard that the emperor's birthday banquet is imminent, the old minister sent people to visit famous people all over the world, after thousands of miles of hardships, and finally found this masterpiece for the emperor, please take a look at the emperor." ”

The emperor glanced at Huan Jun on the side again, snorted lightly, and said, "Where is Gongzi Huan from? ”

Huan all wanted to step forward to reply, but asked Sima Xi to quietly stretch out his hand to stop him, and said loudly: "Back to the emperor, Huan is a person from Liyang, although Liyang is a remote place, but the spiritual cultivators bred by the beautiful mountains and rivers are not tainted by the world, and those calligraphers who wander around in the officialdom of the market are very different. ”

"Then the birthday banquet gift can be submitted to the Ministry of Rites, why do you need to come to offer it. The emperor said contemptuously, obviously still angry that they had come to discourage him.

Sima Xi said: "The old minister knows that the emperor has always liked calligraphy, and among the emperors of the past and present, there is no one who can be worthy of the emperor's talent and unique vision. The old minister was fortunate to get this ink treasure, and when he saw this talent, he didn't dare to enjoy it exclusively, so he came to dedicate it to the emperor as soon as possible. ”

"Oh, is it really that good?" the emperor changed his expression slightly, and said, "Uncle Huang is also a person with a bad eye, since it is what Uncle Huang can see, it must be a good product, so it is better to present it for a look." ”

Lieutenant Zhao on the side had been waiting for a long time with the scroll in his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward at this moment, for fear of delaying the emperor for a while.

The scroll slowly unfolded from the hands of Zhao Zhongguan, it is still the glorious self-generated anti-character calligraphy of the first dream, and the former plain work has asked Sima Xi to send someone to re-frame it carefully, the edge is the Lingjin of Xiliang tribute, and the axis of the earth is made of pear blossom wood in the south, but with this beautiful spirit Anya, the volume of the flowing water is a school, but it seems to be too beautiful, and it is kitsch.

As the scroll unfolded, the emperor couldn't help but gradually widen his eyes, and his expression gradually became solemn and solemn, he slowly got up and stood up straight, until the scroll was completely unfolded in the hands of the eunuch, and he gasped, and his hairs stood on end in shock, and he said slowly for a long time: "Good words--really good words-"

The emperor stepped forward to caress the paper and ink, and his fingertips revealed infinite joy, which was more prosperous than when he was playing with butterflies and destroying flowers, so that he was dumbfounded for a while, and only muttered in his mouth: "Come here, pour wine for the imperial uncle and the prince of Huan...... Pour that the best peach wine ......"

Sima Xi and Huan were both invited to sit with the emperor. Sima Xi's expression was still a prince's grandeur and confidence, frank and happy, as if he had foreseen this, but Huan Ji's palms were sweaty, and his heart was beating violently.

"This word is a good word! But there is a little bit in the ointment...... The emperor still caresses this painting intently, like admiring the carcass of a fairy girl in a dream, and every inch has to be stroked thousands of times.

"The Emperor Mingjian. Sima Xi said.

"I didn't say this word, this word is flawless, a natural masterpiece, I'm afraid that Wang Qingxizhi is here, and he may not be able to pass the game. I only said that this paper is too rough, and it is worse than the toilet paper in the palace......"

Everyone who was serving on the side laughed when they heard this, but the corners of their mouths twitched slightly in their hearts, this emperor spoke so well, if this paper is not as good as toilet paper, then what is the ink on it? Huan heard it, and he was not very happy, and he almost wanted to get up and refute it, but Sima Xi on the side always controlled his hand and glanced at him.

The emperor joked. Sima Xi said with a smile, "But if the emperor likes it, the old minister will not give up." ”

The emperor also ignored Sima Xi's compliments, and only pointed to this painting and asked Huan Jun: "Master Huan, this paper is really unsightly, since you have such pen power, why don't you make another one for me?"

Huan all expected such a request when pretending to be someone else's work, but at this moment he was asked by the emperor that he was empty-hearted, and bullying the king was the crime of losing his head after all, but he had to reply with the words prepared before: "Don't hide it from the emperor, this work is the work of the grass people's life's painstaking efforts, when doing this work, the sky is high and the clouds are comfortable, and the heart is peaceful, and now the northern border is constantly disturbed, and Hu Man even occupies my Jinchengchi, poor mountains and rivers are broken, and the grass people are full of blood, and there is no mood to fall so indifferent." Therefore, this word is the only one in the world, and when the country is peaceful in the coming day, the grass people are willing to open the pen again, and the magnificent mountains and rivers are the emperor's big book!"

Huan is confident that these words are flattering and seamless, which can not only cover up the impostor's bullying of the king, but also show his sincerity and show himself, but after watching from the sidelines for a long time, the emperor did not have any joy, and only said lightly: "It's a pity to be like this." Then go and love the word.

After all, Huan is only new to Vanity Fair, and he doesn't know much about the emperor Sima Yi and his people, and only thinks about him with the thoughts of ordinary emperors, but he doesn't know that the son of heaven in the current dynasty has been used to it since he was a child, just because he was forced to be pulled on the horse to become the emperor because he complied with the edict, those troubles of the conquest and war, can be avoided, and can be handed over to the princely ministers will never deal with it personally, he is only intoxicated with calligraphy, beauty and drinking, as an emperor, the extravagant and carefree days in the palace are already at your fingertips, why bother with the suffering of the people who are far away in the world.

"Such a good work! Not only a good product! It is also a superb product!" The emperor suddenly shouted, "Reward! There are many rewards! Uncle Huang has found such a good work and talent for me, according to Uncle Huang, how should I reward Yu Qing?"

"The old minister is an internal matter for the emperor to select talents, Nanling Wangfu has been cared for by the emperor for many years, and there is nothing missing. ”

"Huan Jie, what do you want?"

"Grass people......" Huan all glanced at Sima Xi, who was stroking his light beard and bowing his head slightly, and said: "The grass people are brave and ask the emperor for an official." ”

The emperor laughed out loud and said: "What a Huan Jie, outspoken, refreshing enough, bold enough, I like a person with such a temperament as you! Uncle Huang thinks this is good?"

Sima Xi smiled and bowed his head, and said: "Your Majesty, the old minister wants to come, the emperor has this ink treasure, there is a saying that 'it is better to be happy alone than to be happy', now the breeze is pleasant, and the summer flowers are new, why not hold a word appreciation conference, invite the secretaries to come together to appreciate this work?

"In the end, it is the imperial uncle who wins my heart the most!" The emperor jumped up happily, patted his thigh, and said: "I was already in a panic in this garden, just thinking of finding a reason to go out to play, this word appreciation conference will be held in your Nanling Palace, and the details will be arranged by the imperial uncle, the sooner the better!

"Minister, obey. ”