The luxury carriage comes and goes quickly, but Yingxian forgets quickly. After a while, the conversation was glued back to the local specialties of Xijian. Yingxian followed Xiao Ningzi and Huiyi in and out of several stores, but they only watched and didn't buy them. When he came out of a colorful silk shop, Yingxian said: "There is one thing that I have never dared to ask in the princess's mansion. Now I'll have to ask you. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I saw that the princess was just wearing white ...... Is it because of the horses? ”

Huiyi said: "The princess doesn't like red and green very much, but she used to wear it occasionally. However, since the pony died, we really haven't seen her wear bright colors. ”

"What disease did the colt die of?"

"This ...... The imperial doctor said that he was depressed and became ill, so that his qi and blood were not smooth, and he died of swelling and ulcers. The entire Tai Hospital was helpless. Alas, the pony looked very pitiful when he died...... As for why depression becomes a disease, those of us who are subordinates have never been able to figure it out. ”

Yingxian asked, "Why can't you figure it out?" “

"The colt and the princess, in our eyes, there is no better match. I have always been affectionate before and after marriage, and I have no worries about food and clothing, I really can't think of any ...... for a colt What's so depressing. ”

"Hmm...... So who is the colt? ”

"The horse is the son of Lord Yue of the Ministry of Rites, and his name is Yue Qinglan. When he was alive, he was also the first genius of Xijian...... Probably even if he is the first talent in our Yu country. Interesting facts about him, that is, it will not be enough to tell it in three days. is such a fairy-like character, but his youth is short-lived, and he is really pitiful to the princess. Hui Yi was already choked up.

Yingxian sighed in her heart: Since she is the first talent in Yu Country, she must be cherished by the princess. As soon as he was gone, the princess became a widow. And no wonder she's ...... now That's what it is now.

Xiao Ningzi suddenly said: "Don't mention these unhappy things again." Life and death, sickness and disability, not all are destiny. Since you can't change the result, you can only learn to see it. ”.

The three of them were silent, walked and walked to a fork in the road of Lanxi Street. turned the corner, but saw a group of people gathered in front of an unknown stall, rubbing shoulders and pointing at the excitement.

Yingxian took a few steps closer to take a closer look. It turned out to be a five-foot square word stall, with a row of folding screens behind it, and a number of calligraphy stickers hung outside the front and back tables. There is an endless stream of people who come and go to pick and buy copybooks. The stall owner was a young man dressed as a scribe. Sitting on the west side of the word stall, he collected money and looked for money like a cloud, without saying a word. The conspicuous price of the word stall reads: "Large five taels, medium three taels, small two taels, banners, couplets one tael, fan, bucket five coins." Ying Xian Wangzhi smacked his tongue and said: "Good boy, this price!" I'm afraid it's comparable to the master of Ouchi! So many people come to buy it when it's so expensive? Where did this man come from? ”

Xiao Ningzi said: "Did the girl forget him too? This is the genius Fei Zheng. Don't look at his young age, he became famous very early, and he is also famous in the Western calligraphy world. ”

"Oh? What does he write? ”

"It is said that the best writing is cursive, and a copy of the "Four Posts of Ancient Poems" caused a sensation in the whole capital, saying that Zhang Xu was alive. All the great scholars praised him—but we laymen couldn't understand it. He has been setting up a stall in the East Market for several years. I'm afraid I'll earn a room of money. ”

"Oh? With such talent, why don't you go to the palace and academy to join the company? It's better than selling fonts on the street, right? ”

Hui Yi said: "Who knows? Some people say that he is proud of himself and refuses to please the powerful; Some people say that his words are open and clawed, but they cater to worldly tastes, and even spoil the style of books in Kyoto. As the saying goes, those who have more reputation also have more destruction. I'm afraid that few people can see the truth clearly. ”

Yingxian's curiosity was aroused, so he walked to the word stall and looked at them one by one. found that although the grass body also looked like a bird and a snake, it didn't have a solid foundation, and it was just pretending to be willful and wild, and wondered: "Is this also a good word?" ”

Fei Zheng, who was collecting money, heard this, looked up at Yingxian, and said arrogantly: "If you want to buy words, please queue up." ”

"Your letter's post is too expensive for me to afford. Can I just buy a few words, though? How about you write to me now?"

Fei Zheng clasped his hands to his chest and said: "Selling words on the spot is not elegant, and I never do it in the future." If you want to find me a fan, come and pick it up tomorrow. Someone next to him coaxed Yingxian: "The girl is not ashamed, do you know how to write?" ”

Yingxian smiled slightly and said, "Then how about borrowing your pen and ink, and I'll write a word?" But seeing that there were no four treasures of the study available on the word stall, he asked the people around him to borrow a pair. Regardless of Fei Zheng's reaction, he calmly wrote an italic "Yong" on the paper and asked Fei Zhengdao: "What do you think of my writing of the word 'Yong'?" ”

Fei Zheng glanced at it and said, "This is Kyoto, does the girl really know how to hide it, or does she do it on purpose?" ”

Yingxian was stunned, and then smiled: "Mr. Fei reminded him." The name of the emperor can't be written so-so. But what do you have to say about words alone? ”

"Forgive me for being clumsy, I really don't see it. If you want to please the nobles, why bother to come to this grass market to sell words. With your appearance, it must not be very difficult to seal a concubine or something. ”

Yingxian's heart said with a poisonous mouth, suppressed his anger and said: "I'll borrow your stall and put this word here first, wait a while, maybe someone will take a fancy to it." Fei Zheng snorted coldly, and he didn't stop it, and the people around him had already begun to talk to each other

For about a stick of incense, except for those onlookers who still didn't know what was going on, there were three scribes before and after, and they all had a look of surprise on their faces when they saw the words of Yingxian. Finally, an old man in a blue robe with huge eyebrows and crane hair came to patrol around Fei Zheng's word stall, and finally asked, "How much does this 'Yong' character sell?" ”

Yingxian said: "What do you think? ”

"I only have five taels of broken silver in my hand. How about buying this word? The crowd was in an uproar and crowded up to watch.

It seems that there is still a knowledgeable product. "You look down on me so much, how can I not sell it to you?"

The man dropped five taels of silver and asked, "Have you practiced writing since you were a child?" ”

"Practice three nines in winter, practice three dogs in summer." It's just an extremely vague feeling, but you can't go wrong.

"Hehe, good." The old man in the blue robe said that he took the word "Yong", and he didn't look at Fei Zheng, turned around and left. Fei Zheng sneered at his back: "Find a framer, frame it and hang it in the middle hall, it is not bad to be loyal." ”

Yingxian glanced at Fei Zheng with disdain, and said to Huiyi and Xiao Ningzi, "Let's get out of here." With that, he took the silver tattoo and walked away. The two chased after each other. After staying away from the crowd, Xiao Ningzi finally couldn't help but say, "Do you know who the person who bought the word just now?" ”

"Who?"

"He is a great calligrapher Dong Gong Dong Zhiyi, who calls himself a 'book slave', and there is nothing in his eyes except calligraphy."

"Oh......"

Hui Yi said with a look of admiration: "Yingxian, I used to hear the princess say that you can write well, but I didn't expect it to impress Dong Zhiyi, this is ...... It's amazing. ”

"Actually, it's not my words that surprise people......"

"What's that?

"It's that kind of genius Fei Zheng. He had never practiced calligraphy at all. ”

"Ah???h Huiyi and Xiao Ningzi looked at each other.

"When he saw the 'Yong' I wrote, his reaction was always ...... I'm slapping the emperor's ass. And so persistently sarcastic about me! Hahaha! ”

Hearing this, Ning Hui and the others slowly recalled the scene of waiting for the second princess to learn calligraphy in the palace in the past, and involuntarily turned around, looking at the surging crowd in front of Fei Zhengzi's stall, and suddenly burst into laughter. Laughing staggered, laughed forward and backward, laughed and gradually burst into tears.

Yingxian suddenly said: "Should we go for a drink?" Which is the best tavern in East City? Today I have a treat. ”

"If you want to drink, you have to go to the 'Immortal Tower'."

"Xiao Ningzi, lead the way!"

"The girl is going well, Lingtai Lingtai Lingtai~".

Dusk comes to Xijian with great fanfare. Yingxian, Huiyi, and Xiao Ningzi had already sat down by the window on the second floor of the Immortal Building. I ordered two bottles of flower carvings, a few plates of side dishes, three of you, one cup and one cup of me, just the anecdotes of Kyoto, drunk and anesthetic, drunk, drunk. The servants in the hall danced their water sleeves abruptly, and one circle was the falling of the Ying, and another circle was the falling arrows to the ground. The ethereal voice, babbling, cut through the blue and yellow aroma of wine. World...... It's about to overflow. Ying Xian stuck her head out the window. In the drunken haze, the sunset on the skyline is sinking in turns. In the distance, a small tower like a bell tower refracts the afterglow of the setting sun to the surroundings, forming a golden bright light, embedded in the dark sky, like a oracle to all things. Heaven and earth are solemn and beautiful. At this moment, Yingxian has indescribable joy and indescribable gloom.

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