Lize Shutang Han Mo incense, a few zhang away, Nalan Qi smelled the faint fragrance coming to his face. She pouted her nose www.biquge.info the tip of her nose to argue, and sniffed out that this piece of ink also added white sandalwood, sumac, comfrey, and Suhexiang four flavored herbs, which lingered and refreshed the mind.

Nalan Qi knows ink making very well, which stems from a lawsuit when she was a child.

When she was six or seven years old, she happened to see her eldest uncle and third uncle's cousins all holding ink and drawing their beards on their faces. It was extremely interesting to watch, so he sneaked into his father's study and stole a piece of ink. But after playing with his maid for a long time, he felt bored, so he threw it away.

The next day, her father saw that he had lost a piece of ink and came to ask her. Nalan Qi thought that his father doted on him very much, and it should be no big deal, so he told the truth. I don't know that my father, who has always been kind and pleasant, is not like an elder, but he is angry. It's not that she was angry that she secretly took something, but that Fang Yi threw it away before he ran out of ink.

To this day, she can vaguely remember her father's majestic tone.

"The book window picks up light coal, and the Buddha tent sweeps the remnants. Work hard to break through a thousand nights, collect this inch of jade! One side of ink can only be made after a thousand tempers, this is the work of others day and night, how can you discard it at will? ”

When she was young, she had a great temper and was stubborn, so she immediately ran away with a broken face.

Although I vaguely knew in my heart that not everyone in this world was as worry-free as her, and not everything was easy, she still twisted her breath and read more than a dozen ink-making books.

Now that I think about it, his father is really a rare talent, and his demeanor is so elegant that he can be compared to a hundred generations of Wenzong. Although he does not admire fame and wealth, he really cares about the common people. He is also very dedicated to the education of his children.

It's a pity that in her previous life, when she grew older, she knew some secrets between her parents, but she was estranged from her father. And his father also died in the turmoil of mountains and rivers and the sorrow of alienation. Such a good person had turned into a pinch of dust before her.

"Sister, is it my father's study in front of you?" Nalan Yuze, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, with a thick admiration in his tone. Nalan Qi's eyes were a little hot at this time, and he hurriedly walked forward, not caring about it, only nodding his head slightly, but he didn't see the haze in the boy's eyes behind him.

After walking a few more steps, my eyes suddenly opened up, and I saw an independent small building, hidden in the lush greenery. It is surrounded by clear springs, the warbler sings and swallows, there are several pine trees, and the green bamboo is a thousand poles. To take a closer look, and see the Xuan window covered, the secluded room of the curved room, just above the hanging of a pineapple wooden plaque, the book "Ink Washing Pavilion" three dragons flying phoenix dance big characters.

Pushing open the door of the study, Nalan Qi hurriedly looked at the wall, and sure enough, as in the previous life, what caught his eye was a "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" painted by a painter of the previous dynasty, painting thousands of hills and ravines, strange and profound. On both sides of the painting is a couplet from the current St. Sti:

The pen fell into a frightening word, and the poem became a crying ghost and god.

My father loved this "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" very much, and he had to look at it two or three times a day before falling asleep. But in her previous life, she was burned by the fire, and some people threatened that there was a panacea to restore her health, but she didn't ask for money, only this picture. My father didn't think about it, so he took the painting to change it, but when he met a young person, he didn't get the medicine, and the painting was lost. My father couldn't sleep for months and nights, and he also had a serious illness.

Nalan Qi blinked his eyes, hiding the dampness gushing out of it, and taking advantage of Nalan Yuze's inattention, he rubbed his red eyes twice with his right hand, and then continued to look around.

The furniture in the study is extremely simple, with only a few carved Taishi chairs and a large ink-colored marble case, on which are piled up with treasure inkstone scrolls, various pen holders and countless famous poems.

Nalan Qi twisted his head, and saw a Duan inkstone engraved with twelve zodiac signs and beautiful textures on the case, and his eyebrows couldn't help but light up. This inkstone is the characteristics of the official kiln, and only one party is issued every year, and the saint rewarded it to the Nalan family, which is worth a thousand gold. Because of the weight of the inkstone is light, the quality is rigid and soft, the touch is lonely and there is no fiber sound, according to it like a child's skin, soft and tender but not slippery, the feel is excellent, she always caressed this inkstone for her father in her previous life.

Over time, there were a few small handprints left on the back of the inkstone, and her father laughed at her for being a talented woman.

Later, on her tenth birthday, her father gave her an inkstone, but unfortunately since Nalan Yan went to her house once, the inkstone she named "palm print" disappeared without a trace. She was frustrated for months, and it wasn't until she got a new rare plaything that her mood improved.

"Hehe" Thinking of the past, Nalan Qi couldn't help but smile, thinking that he hadn't seen this inkstone for more than ten years, and he missed it tightly. Then he climbed up to the Taishi chair, picked up the inkstone, and observed it carefully.

"Qi'er, Yuze, I'm here for my father." The voice as warm as jade sounded outside the house, perhaps tired, a little lazy, and the faint flow of the clear spring, refreshing people's hearts.

Nalan Qi came back to his senses, hurriedly put down the inkstone in his hand, and hurriedly jumped off the chair and ran out. But before she could place the inkstone, there was a huge thrust behind her, which knocked her off the center of gravity and fell diagonally on the desk.

The ink in the inkstone under him was spilled, and half of the unfinished painting on the desk was lost! Nalan Qi's face was pale, and he didn't care about his demeanor, his eyes scraped back like a knife.

"Ah, sister, how did you splash ink on your father's new painting?" The playful and smug light in Nalan Yuze's eyes flashed and disappeared, but there was undisguised worry in his tone!

At this time, the carved wooden door poked out a blue-faced and white-soled soap boot.

This is a picture of the moon shadow sycamore, although the layout is simple, but Nalan Junyi's pen and ink are exquisite, wonderful to the peak, and the painting is straight into the wood. There is also a poem mentioned above:

Vaccinate sycamores, long ancient style;

Ye Ruo Biyun, Weiyi is outstanding;

There is Jiamu in the world, and the heart is psychic;

Independent, upright, towering and honorable.

Nalan Qi faintly remembered Mrs. Nalan's fifty-fifth birthday, and his father presented this birthday picture. The old lady's preference is quite similar to her decisive temperament, she does not like red willows and green, and prefers the evergreen sycamores. In her garden, from the entrance to the three carved arches, two rows of leafy giant paulownia were neatly transplanted. Every autumn and winter, the leaves of a sycamore tree are ringing, and people are panicked at night.

Nalan Qifu lowered his head again, staring at the painting, his father ingeniously used light ink and clear water, and smudged water droplets on the sycamore leaves, which made people feel that the water droplets were rolling around on the leaves, and the leaf surface was as transparent as washed with water, and the view was lovely. This stroke of genius also adds a bit of elegance to the slightly vicissitudes of the paulownia tree on the painting, chic and deep. She couldn't help but frown secretly, and her heart became more and more annoyed.

"What's going on!" Nalan Junyi had just stepped through the carved wooden door at this time, and saw that the picture scroll that he had spent several months and was quite dedicated to was soaked in thick ink, and the layout was completely chaotic. Thinking that next week would be his mother's birthday, his heart jumped, and he couldn't care about his gentle and elegant posture, his sword eyebrows twisted, and he scolded with a slightly gloomy face.

But when he saw the young girl's body standing stiffly on the Taishi chair, the two palms that were still small were also rubbing in front of him, her face was densely filled with chagrin and consternation, and her heart softened for no reason.

The reprimands that were ready to be reprimanded were stiffly choked in his mouth, and when he spoke again, he had already turned a few corners and changed a few layers of meaning.

"What is Qi'er doing, don't you want to cry? It's just a painting, and Danqing can be made in a moment for such a good hand as a father. It's Qi'er, her face and body are all black paint, like Ah Huang raised by the porter, and she is ashamed. ”

Nalan Junyi said lightly, and grimaced at Nalan Qi, as if he didn't care about the painting.

At this time, the culprit just now was standing respectfully and solemnly in the corner of the room, holding his breath, looking at his sister with worried eyes, looking like a good brother. Even at the moment when Nalan Junyi finished speaking, he stroked his chest and let out a long breath!

However, Nalan Qi couldn't take care of her scheming younger brother at the moment, she was no longer decadent, and her eyes were staring at the picture scroll like a torch. I just heard my father's words, and a flash of inspiration flashed in my head, black! Black! If you look closely, isn't the thick ink on this painting disorganized and disorganized?

The country of Ink is extremely crows, the imperial court prohibits predation, and the people also spread the day of packing, sending grain, Zhaoxi, and feeding...... There are all kinds of legends, and the crow is also known as the "filial piety beast". Nalan Qi thought about this, and was overjoyed in his heart, but his face was not obvious, he only raised his head slightly, looked at his father ignorantly, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, do you think the ink on this painting looks like the little black raised by Ah Qi?" ”

Nalan Junyi glanced at his daughter with a smile, and thought about cooperating with her first to avoid her heartbreak. Because he couldn't bear to look at his painting beyond recognition, he slowly moved to the side of the desk, and under his daughter's eager face, he hardened his head and looked at the painting.

After a while, he saw that his body was shocked, his face was ecstatic, and he stood by the desk with full concentration, picked up a thin wolf pen in the pen holder, and sketched it with the thick ink on the painting.

Light drawing, heavy erasing, over, reflection, full of thick ink, love at the end, only a moment, the painting on the vivid set up a group of wings ready to fly! Nalan Junyi didn't stop, he picked up a rough wolf pen, through the back of the paper, swaying vertically and horizontally, and when he put down the pen in his hand, there was already an extra line of sharp edge on the painting, and the big characters were strong:

The wind is shining, and the moon is full of shadows; The crow cries on the branches, feeding filial piety.

At this time, he took a long breath, took out a glass wine bottle from the bottom of the case, poured himself sake, and drank three glasses in a row! Fu picked up Nalan Qi with his right hand and laughed loudly: "Qi'er, you are not the Zhiduoxing given by God to be a father. He walked three laps back and forth in the study before he gave up.

Nalan Qi was also smiling happily in his father's arms, squinting at Nalan Yuze, but seeing that he was also dancing with his eyebrows and radiant, he clapped his hands and praised while shouting: "Father is really a wonderful hand." There was no jealousy on his face, not even the slightest disappointment. Nalan Qi couldn't help but sigh secretly, there is such a young but scheming person in this world, if he hadn't deviated from the right path, he would have deserved to be called a prodigy. looked at this villain on the surface and behind it, and hated it in his heart.

"Daddy, Qi'er is dirty, I have to go back and wash up. Otherwise, when my grandmother sees me, she should scold me again. She tilted her head, stroked the ink from her face, and smiled shyly at her father.

Nalan Junyi was excited, his face was full of light, and he was dizzy. Hearing this, he laughed and pinched the young girl's nose, with a disgusted look on his face, and laughed: "Isn't it? It's the same as Ah Huang's Dalmatian. But he immediately let Nalanqi go to the ground.

When he passed by Nalan Yuze's side, Nalan Qi turned sideways and leaned over the ear of his younger brother, who was half a head shorter than him, and said affectionately: "Look, with me here, my father can't see you." ”

Feeling the jealous and cold eyes of a poisonous knife behind her, she finally walked out of the door refreshed.