At the beginning of May, when the plums were ripe, Wu Yueya came to the Xingqing Palace, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law Qingmei cooked wine to discuss state affairs, and when talking about the war around the frontier, there were both sighs and ambitions.

At the end of June, after the training of the first sergeants, Wu Yueya watched the military exercises, the sword-shield coordination between the sword and shield soldiers, and the staggered march of pikemen and broadsword soldiers, and the covering bombardment of novice artillery.

At the beginning of July, the blacksmith workshop in the princess's mansion made a spiral tube cannon and a spiral cannonball, upgrading the cannon that once had a range of two miles to four miles, just to make such a cannon, due to technical reasons, it is not yet in mass production, Wu Yueya can only encourage the blacksmiths to develop something similar to a machine tool.

In the middle of August, a ride on the red dust came, it was the sergeants who transported the Lingnan lychees arrived, on this day, the Chang'an market circulated fresh lychees, Wu Yueya also sent a lot to the stepmother, and also rewarded some to the sergeants and men who transported the lychees.

In the autumn of September, the blacksmith workshop made a spiral barrel mold, Wu Yueya was really surprised, I didn't expect that the Mo family father and son were quite capable, originally just a piece of wood carved out of their spare time, but they accidentally bumped into the prototype of the stone mold.

Now, as long as the molten iron is injected, a barrel with an inner thread can be completely made, which is really convenient.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wu Yueya invited many generals and new champions to hold a feast in Qujiang Pond.

On the same night, Wu Yueya received the news that the Tianshan West Travelogue Restaurant had gathered, and planned to send a caravan to transport food and various supplies, but this required her to open the Yumen Pass, and at the same time, she also needed the help of the old Hu merchant Agati.

In October, the courtyard was filled with chrysanthemum fragrance, and Wu Yueya and Chu Er were fighting in the golden sunshine, and they were equal to each other.

In mid-November, Wan'er, who was ten months pregnant, waited in the delivery room to give birth.

Wu Yueya and Chu'er were waiting outside the door, the two of them pacing back and forth, occasionally you look at me, I punch you, and release the anxiety in each other's hearts.

Half an hour passed, a baby's cry came out of the room, which made Wu Yueya excited, and pushed open the door with Chu'er, and saw a round baby face, as well as Wan'er's slightly pale smiling face, the birth went smoothly, and the mother and child were safe.

Light snow in December.

Wearing a red cotton cloak, Wu Yueya walked on the street, blending into the prosperity of Chang'an, occasionally seeing children passing by happily, showing a satisfied smile, under her protection, there will be no more tragedies like Shili Village.

Walking under the withered willow tree, Wu Yueya found an old man painting on the wooden board, and when she looked at it, she found that this person was the painting saint Wu Daozi, and several boys were busy beside him.

Walking into it, he saw a charcoal brazier on the thin snowy ground.

The boys poured charcoal into the brazier, not noticing anyone coming.

Wu Yueya didn't care, turned around and made a silent gesture towards Chu Er and his entourage, stood on tiptoe and walked gently behind Wu Daozi, peeking at the situation in the painting.

A few strokes of black ink outlined, a picture of the bank of the canal on the white paper jumped on the snowy day, and the white mist could be vaguely seen rising in front of the meandering canal.

Wu Yueya admired in her heart, sketching in a simple stroke, the master's craftsmanship.

Unexpectedly, if the painting saint felt something, he turned his head to look at Wu Yueya, not surprised, and always remained silent, there seemed to be ripples flashing in his faint eyes, and his lips squirmed, but he didn't say anything.

Wu Yueya looked at the folds of the old painting saint like a piece of old cloth, and felt an inexplicable feeling of parting, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, so she respectfully bowed her hand and said, "Old Wu, Yue Aya wants to ask you to paint a portrait, uh, it's my portrait, what do you think?" ”

Wu Daozi retracted his drowsy gaze, took two steps tremblingly, and froze in place, "Okay, okay, Your Highness's request, of course, it's your daydream!" ”

After leaving the words, Wu Daozi left angrily.

Wu Yueya touched her nose in place, inexplicable for a while, and finally understood the meaning of the old painting saint, and seemed to be not waiting to see herself.

Wu Yueya turned around and looked at Wu Daozi's back in confusion, still trembling, as if the wind would fall, and said to the boy who was stunned in place, "Go and hold on to the old painting saint, don't let him fall!" ”

"Yes!"

Several boys made a promise, trotted to follow, and supported Wu Daozi, who was walking with difficulty.

Wu Daozi turned around, spat at Wu Yue, and scolded angrily, "Thief traitor!" ”

Wu Yueya immediately understood, but she didn't say anything, but instead she was roasting a charcoal brazier on the shore, repeatedly grinding the white rice paper with her fingers, and waited until the snow was a little heavier, so that the drawing board and the charcoal pot were put away and sent back to Wu Huasheng's mansion.

After a heavy snowfall, the New Year is coming, the night full of fireworks is very lively, Wu Yueya stood on the city wall of Chang'an, and looked at this scene with her father-in-law, her heart was quite happy, Chang'an was peaceful.

At the beginning of January, when the morning sun was rising, an old man and several boys were watching the panoramic view of Chang'an on the cliff on the top of the broken falling mountain, ten miles west of Chang'an.

In the distance, the great city of Chang'an, which is located between the mountains, is in full view, Wu Daozi faces the rising sun in the east, looks at Chang'an with a purple halo in the sky, and shows a satisfied smile.

"Grandfather, it's very windy on the edge of the cliff, please put on your cape!"

A little doll with pigtails raised her hands above her head and sent a cloak to Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi didn't speak, just took the cloak, waved his hand handsomely, draped it over his shoulders, and then came to the drawing board to splash ink.

The little doll looked at her grandfather full of energy, and seemed to have regained its former brilliance, and her eyes lit up, and her heart was overjoyed, grandfather was well, grandfather was well, he was dancing happily, and grandfather was the best for him.

The little doll stood quietly beside her, watching her grandfather paint, and soon a grand colorful scene appeared.

The majestic atmosphere of Chang'an is entrenched between the peaks, above the peak, a round of the sun rises brilliantly, next to the big day, the eagle spreads its wings.

And just looking at the round sun outlined by her grandfather, the little doll felt a burning sensation.

The little doll's eyes were bright, and she suddenly noticed that her grandfather's hand was not moving, and it should be that she had finished painting, so she walked to the side, held the hot tea bowl above her head, and said respectfully, "Grandfather, please drink tea!" ”

However, no matter how the little doll called, Wu Daozi always maintained the moment he put down the pen, completely motionless like a sculpture.

"Grandfather?"

The little doll stepped forward and gently touched her grandfather's arm, but the grandfather, who had straightened his back, fell down with a bang, his face pale and lifeless.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew.

The rice paper on the drawing board turned over with a bang, revealing the wooden drawing board, and when the wind stopped, the little doll cried together, and the rice paper was rolled back again, and a colorful picture scroll depicting the woman in red was revealed between heaven and earth, and there was a sentence on it.

"Here, your daydream!"

After the words, there was also a payment, and Wu Daozi gave the princess Wu Yueya, the princess of the country!