On the second day, it was a breezy day with clear skies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the morning, the spring pavilion is still filled with the warm sun and sun, and the flowers in the pot are beaded and the dew reflects the sun.

The first to go out was Lan Xian, she had combed and dressed up, put a cotton white towel on the grinding copper basin in her hand, walked to the well to wash her face, and brought another basin into the house, and after a while, she brought it out again, Zhu Jing also went out, wearing a straight deep coat, but today she is wearing a white one, the silk is very good, the clothes flutter when she moves, it is very smooth and elegant, she is out after washing her face, it seems that Lan Xian is the water for Zhu Jing just now, and then Hanqing and Fu Ling also got up, walked to the well and washed.

A new day has begun, and hopefully it will be a day without incident.

"Have I gone to see the princess?" After washing, Hanqing said to Zhu Jing, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard looking at the sky.

"Well, if you don't wake up, don't wake up, she was frightened yesterday." Zhu Jing put her left hand behind her back, dressed in a snow suit, looking up at the sky, as cold as a winter plum, she looked at it with an indescribable feeling at this time, and mysteriously wanted people to find out.

Well, looking at Han Qing's dumbfounded eyes, you know that she is stunned! You don't have to worship it so much, do you?!

"Hey! Good! Know! Han Qing, who reacted, nodded again and again, and the other two people in the courtyard looked at her and laughed, Zhu Jing is very attractive, please, they have been together for so long, and they still can't resist it!

Han Qing blushed and slipped the two people who were snickering before entering the house.

The veil hung lightly, layered on top of each other, hazy, and couldn't really be seen, but I felt that there was a figure lying behind the heavy yarn, Han Qing approached lightly, and didn't dare to get too close, stood still, quietly listened to Zhuge Yue's breathing, felt that the breathing was steady and slow, and then gently retreated and closed the door.

"The princess hasn't woken up yet, it seems that she is really scared, I'll make a bowl of soothing tea in a while." After walking out of the main pavilion gate and into the courtyard, he said to Fu Ling and Lan Xian, who were preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"Well, yes, the princess is the eldest lady of the boudoir, I haven't seen anyone kill, she must be scared, I was so scared before, isn't it Lan Xian?" Fring, who was washing vegetables, continued.

"Yes!" And then there was no follow-up. Fu Ling, who was waiting for Lan Xian to speak, looked up at Lan Xian who was boiling water, looked at Han Qing again, pouted, and stopped talking. Nasty Lan Fiber!

"I know you used to be timid, okay?" Han Qing also went into the kitchen to help, and said softly to Fu Ling.

"Yes, but I'm bold now!" Fringe said proudly, and her voice rose to the top.

"Hey, you can't be quiet, Zhu Jing is practicing calligraphy!" Hanqing shook his head helplessly and looked at Fu Ling with an excited face.

"Oh, hehe, whisper, whisper, no wonder Lan Xian ignores me." He stuck out his tongue and said with a weak heart.

It seems that Lan Xian has always ignored you, okay! Hanqing thought helplessly.

On the round table in the small courtyard, layers of plum fragrant rice paper were spread, and several written sheets were scattered on the stone bench next to it.

Zhu Jing picked up a piece of rice paper and spread it on the blank space of the round table, pressed it with a piece of ink-black paperweight carved with embossed plum blossoms, moistened the thick ink on the wolf's hairbrush, put the back of her left hand behind her back, held the pen in her right hand, lifted the pen, and wrote on the snow-white paper. Because of its material, wolf hair is hard, and it is generally used to write large characters, and it is favored by men, because the words it writes are thick and powerful, round and generous.

But seeing Zhu Jing holding a brush, the tip of the pen touched the rice paper, leaving a touch of fragrance, starting the pen, pausing the pen, closing the pen, this time only leaving a few sentences in the middle of the paper.

It's just that the three of them looked at Zhu Jing who had just written, they were already infatuated, looking at her chic posture, watching her charming movements, watching her pen and writing, looking at the sleeves that shook with Zhu Jing's writing, their thoughts had already flown out of the clouds, how could Zhu Jing be so charming, and they were all fascinated by the same woman!

The door opened gently, and also hooked back the thoughts of several people, Zhuge Yue walked out of the house, saw that several people were busy, went down the steps, walked to Zhu Jing's side, saw the words written by Zhu Jing on the round table, nodded and exclaimed: "It's really a good word, I didn't expect you to write such a rich and atmospheric word." Zhuge Yue looked at it carefully, and said: "However, only this word can meet you, and it is also a good poem." ”

Zhuge Yue took out the rice paper from under the paperweight, held it in his hand, and read aloud: "The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty." Zhuge Yue couldn't help but reverie the scenery described in this poem, "What a good scene, a good place!" The secluded mountains and forests, the birds singing, and the beautiful shadows of the deep pools are really a good place for people to forget all their troubles! Thinking about the meaning of this verse, Zhuge Yue couldn't help but admire.

"A great place indeed!" Zhu Jing put down the brush, looked at Zhuge Yue in front of him and said. There is too much sorrow, and I always want a clean place to relax, and if the person in front of me can't see it, it will be painful in the end.

"Give it to me by the girl, I like it very much." Holding the words that had not yet dried, Zhuge Yue said with rare excitement.

"Of course, I also want to thank the princess for not disliking my words." She knows her words, the decent Lishu, she is imitating the current standard font to practice, if she wants, she writes exactly the same words as the book, if someone wants to imitate her words, they will be able to imitate eighty or ninety, because her words are very similar to many characters. If she says why, there must be her own reasoning, for example, when communicating, it is difficult for the enemy to tell whether she wrote it or not. It's just that the words just now are not standard official books, and they are mixed with Zhu Jing's mood in the middle, so Zhuge Yue feels special.

"Why don't we finish our meal and go sit by the pond?" There are flowers, water, and maybe birds. Zhuge Yue, who was infected by the poem, made a pleasant proposal.

"Okay!" Frin immediately answered. If you can't go out to play, then play in the palace.

"Well, okay, I have a new tea, let's try it later." Hanqing nodded in agreement. Han Qing looked at Lan Xian who didn't say a word, but was busy with the work in his hand, Lan Xian didn't speak, and nodded. As long as she can let Zhu Jing go out for a walk more, she has no objection. Here, only Zhuge Yue's suggestion will be accompanied by Zhu Jing.

The lotus leaves are gently caressed by the breeze. The lotus leaves in the pond have grown huge, the lotus flower only grows a small bud, the breeze blows the veil of the pavilion, swings back and forth, a set of exquisite tea sets are placed on the stone table in the pavilion, it is a set of white porcelain blue and white of the official kiln.

A few walked around the pond in a small half circle from the spring pavilion before walking into the pavilion.

"Look, what's the new tea?" Fu Ling helped Zhuge Yue to sit on the stool and asked again.

"It's just you, if you know what this tea is, just watch the excitement." Han Qing was boiling water while sarcastically prickly Fuling.

"Why don't you understand, I also know that good tea is delicious and good-looking." Zhuge Yue and the others were amused by Fu Ling's unconvinced appearance.

"By the way, the dim sum I just learned to make a few days ago is not bad, do you want to try it?" Han Qing remembered the craft he had learned a few days ago and asked.

"Okay, I'll get it!" As soon as he heard that he had eaten, how could he let it go.

When I first came here, it was Zhu Jing who cooked, but how dare a few people let Zhu Jing do it, so they all began to learn to do it, and after learning it, they found that Hanqing is the most talented, and it is also, Hanqing is careful, patient, and naturally learns the best! Later, Zhu Jing didn't have to cook at all.

"You're holding all the petals here, don't you want to use them to make tea?" Zhuge Yue looked at the flowers in the vessel brought out by Han Qing and asked curiously.

"Yes, yes!"

"These dried flowers are brightly colored, how do you do that?" Zhuge Yue looked at the boxes of flowers and asked again.

"It seems to be roasted at a high temperature, which Zhu Jing asked me to buy at the pharmacy to make tea and drink, which has different effects." Hanqing replied, "We often drink those, and I picked some peach blossoms these days, just so for you to see." ”

"Yes, yes!" Fringe couldn't wait.

In each white porcelain cup, some peach blossom buds and a piece of rock sugar were put in it, waiting for the water to boil.

"Why buds? Wouldn't it be better than flowers? Fringe was curious.

"You'll find out later!" Hanqing smiled mysteriously.

The boiling spring water rushes into the water cup, and the buds that meet the water slowly bloom up and down, and the fragrance of the flowers also comes.

"It's amazing!" Looking at the flowers in the cup, Zhuge Yue also admired.

Doing these things is a pleasure, and watching the flowers bloom is even more enjoyable, not to mention drinking beautiful and wonderful tea.

Zhu Jing drank a cup of tea, sat down on the horizontal chair of the guardrail and began to read, reading the military book written by a resourceful general of the previous dynasty, and he was about to finish it.

After about another cup of tea, Zhu Jing got up and walked towards the Spring Pavilion.

"Zhu Jing?" Lan Xian also hurriedly got up and shouted.

"I'll change the book when I'm done." Zhu Jing held the book in her hand and turned her head to Lan Xian.

"What book are you going to read? I'll get it for you. Lan Xian was afraid that she would not come out again when she returned to the house.

"This set of art of war is not in the next volume, I can't read it, I'll go back and find out if there are any books to read." Zhu Jing didn't know Lan Xian's thoughts, and said again.

"The next volume? The prince must have the next volume! Furling, who was eating happily, answered without knowing what was going on.

Several people's eyes looked at Fu Ling in unison, have you ever seen the owner of this house, Lord Mo? The answer is yes. Did you go over and borrow something from him?!

"Well, what you said is also true, this next volume is really hard to find, King Mo may have hidden it!" Put down the military book, and turned around and walked towards the Shuiyuan Tower in the northwest corner. Everyone, look at me, and I look at you, expressing amazement and doubt. The military book was just written by a general in his spare time, it was a codex, and it could not become a book, but it was left for the people of the previous dynasty, if you don't like it very much, it is indeed rarely preserved, not to mention that people like them who are so well-informed can't find it, it can be seen how difficult it is to find, Zhu Jing just went to Xiaomo to try her luck, because she especially admired the general.