The imperial study of the Yongning Hall of Changle Palace!

Liu Xin was wearing a dragon robe, wearing a flat crown, and was sitting at the desk.

On the desk, there are many pieces of writing, waiting for his approval.

He glanced at the pieces and shook his head.

Although these recitals were all sent by the courtiers, he probably also knew the content inside, and they were all trivial matters, and it didn't matter if they were approved or not.

He is not qualified to approve the real big and important things, and the courtiers will not send him that kind of chapter document for approval, but will directly submit it to the three dukes and powerful ministers.

"Hey...."

He sighed, picked up his brush, and scribbled on a blank piece of paper.

If there are outsiders present at this moment, when you open your eyes, you can find that he is not writing, but painting, and the person who paints on paper is his queen Wei Ziyao, who has just been beaten into the cold palace.

His painting level is very superb, the painting is vivid, into the wood into three points, let people look at it, as if a living person appeared in front of them.

It seems that he is not a Supreme Emperor of the Ninety-Five, but a professional painter of a high level.

After he finished painting the portrait, he looked at it carefully, and Wei Ziyao's figure appeared in his mind, comparing it with the person in the painting, and seeing where there were still any deficiencies in the painting, his thoughts were out of his mind for a while.

He stared at it for a long time, and didn't find out how the person in the painting was different from Wei Ziyao in reality, but he still felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, thinking that the gap between the two was too far, but he just couldn't tell where the problem was.

Just as he was about to draw another one, a small eunuch outside the door walked in and said, "Your Majesty, General Wuhou, Da Sima, and Lord Mangwang of Hubu Shangshu ask to see Your Majesty, I don't know if Your Majesty wants to summon you?" ”

"Wang Mang? What is he here for? Wasn't it just a morning ago? Could it be that he is for Zi Yao's business? ”

Liu Xin frowned, and whispered a few words to himself, "Xuan..."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The eunuch took the order and withdrew from the door.

Liu Xin pondered for a moment, rolled up the portrait on the table, and wanted to put it away.

However, just as he was halfway up the curl, he stopped again and said to himself: "Although Zi Yao and Wang Mang are innocent, the relationship between the two of them is very comparable after all. Perhaps Wang Mang can see the flaws in this painting? ”

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, re-unfolded the scroll, and waited for Wang Mang to arrive.

After waiting for about ten or twenty minutes, Wang Mang walked in from the front door of Changle Palace.

As soon as he entered, the little eunuch who led the way closed the door with great interest, ignoring what was going on.

Wang Mang walked quickly to Liu Xin and stood down, bowed and saluted: "Weichen to meet Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live long live, long live, long live." ”

"Aiqing is exempt!" Liu Xin asked, "What is Aiqing doing here?" ”

Wang Mang stood up and was about to open his mouth to explain his intentions, but then his eyes glanced and he saw the picture scroll on the desk, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Liu Xin asked again: "What does Aiqing think of this painting?" ”

Wang Mang took a step closer, examined it carefully for a moment, nodded first, and then shook his head again.

"Your Majesty, the ink of this painting has not yet dried, so I think you just painted it with your own hands, right? In my humble opinion, this painting is vivid and full of demeanor, but..."

"But what? Tell me about it. Liu Xin hurriedly said: "After I finished painting this painting, I always felt that there was something wrong, but I couldn't say it. Now you can point out the shortcomings, and I am very relieved. ”

"It seems that there is a lack of a feeling in the dark, although this painting has charm, but there is no spirit, no sustenance. Like a walking corpse with an empty shell but no soul.

Zi Yao yearns for freedom and has an independent personality. Sentimental at heart. Now this painting is empty and empty, and it does not quite fit the temperament she should have. Chen has the courage to say, judging from this painting, although Your Majesty loves Ziyao, you don't have the kind of psychology that is willing to give everything for her, you just want to get her, have her, and don't really care about her feelings.

Therefore, according to the current situation, even if Your Majesty really owns her, it will not last long. Because it wasn't the kind of emotion she wanted. ”

"Emotions? Are you saying that in this painting, there is less emotion? Neither less hers nor less me? That's why the painting looks so hollow? ”

"That's probably what it means, the minister doesn't know much about painting." Wang Mang replied.

When Liu Xin heard this, he closed his eyes and pondered for about three minutes. Then he reopened his eyes and made a judgment, "You are right, if there is no emotion, where can you make a good painting?" It seems that my love for Ziyao is still not deep enough. ”

After that, he picked up the scroll and wanted to destroy it.

Wang Mang's hands were quick and stopped his movements, "Your Majesty, no one is perfect, everyone has flaws, and painting is the same." Although this painting lacks a soul, it may not be impossible to add. If His Majesty allows it, can you add one or two strokes? ”

"Why not?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Wang Mang seemed to have forgotten his intentions and devoted himself to studying the picture.

It seems that he also feels that if he can't fully show Wei Ziyao's demeanor in this exquisite picture, it will be a real regret in life.

He spread out the scroll, lifted the brush, and sang in a low voice: "The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency if there is more loss, and the way of man is to give more than enough for the loss." Zi Yao is arrogant, strong and upright, loves and hates clearly, and refuses to compromise and seek perfection. With her identity, they complement each other.

I once said that the monarch is benevolent, the concubine is loyal, the minister is virtuous, and the people are filial. Zi Yao is already a representative of this, otherwise, how could she be willing to be lonely and stick to the deep palace without forgetting the festival? ”

After that, he picked up the pen and quickly wrote dozens of fly-headed seal characters on the upper left side of the scroll.

Liu Xin paid close attention, opened his eyes, and saw a completely asymmetrical poem written on it

"Looking at the lonely shadow of the waning moon with tears, he was speechless and choked, and he was affectionate and parted since ancient times. This situation and this scene should be a good day and beautiful scenery. However, there are thousands of styles and thousands of loves, who is the one to complain about this matter? The green leaves and flowers of Yulin are withering, and the lonely water is artesian. One kind of lovesickness, one kind of worry, two sorrows. Facing the air, the green mountains and flowing water shed tears, never forget, the past amorous and drunk. Sigh in the world, the fly in the ointment makes Fang Xin. ”

After reading it, he was silent.

In terms of the format of the words, this poem is not even as popular as a poem written by a three-year-old child. It's like graffiti, it's like spontaneous hair.

However, it is precisely this kind of words that have no rules, no format, and no constraints that give the soul of the painting, so that the painting completely has sex, love, and love, and is no longer empty, confused, or lonely.

"Hey... Wang Aiqing, your poem is mentioned in this painting, it is really a stroke of genius to add the finishing touch, and it complements each other. It's a pity, it's a pity, I worked hard to get an empty one, a nothing. This painting should not have been left with me, it should have been sent to her. ”

"Someone's coming!"

The grandfather-in-law came in and said, "What does Your Majesty command?" ”

Liu Xin said: "You send this painting to the cold palace for me and hand it over to the queen." Thinking that with her wisdom, she will know the meaning of this painting. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, the slave will do it." The father-in-law accepted the scroll and quickly retreated.

(End of chapter)