Chapter 519: Are you homesick?

Han Rui's life after marriage, sweet and distressed, and ignore him, in the palace, among the three thousand beauties, Li Shimin is very carefree, never worried about the backyard grape trellis, diligent in political affairs, and leisure to practice calligraphy, it is because of years of perseverance, Li Shimin has also become an ordinary calligraphy lover, become a famous calligrapher.

Moreover, this famous title, Gonglishu, Feibai, Erwang Law, You Shanlin Ancient Post, died in Bi Zhen, such an evaluation does not carry much water, even if it can't be compared with everyone like Yu Shinan and Ouyang Xun, but it is definitely better than Han Rui.

As an emperor, he likes calligraphy, which can be regarded as a kind of xiǎoxiǎo shortcoming, for this matter, Yu Shinan once bluntly criticized Li Shimin, feeling that the long term will cause adverse effects, which is very far-sighted, because Li Shimin loves Wang Xizhi's stickers very much, and spares no expense to buy 3,600 pieces of Wang ink, however, he is very disgusted with Xiǎo Wang, which makes the social atmosphere generally belittle Wang Xianzhi, which is very unfair.

Yu Shinan admonished, Li Shimin agreed on the surface, there were many awards, but under Si, he still went his own way, as soon as he had spare time, he wrote ancient posts, and while appreciating himself, he also wanted to listen to some opinions, and subconsciously excluded Ouyang from consulting Yu Shinan Wei Zheng and others, and after thinking about it, the eldest grandson Wuji seemed to be resting, and immediately issued an order to summon Fang Xuanling.

Hearing the emperor's summons, Fang Xuanling came in a hurry, entered the palace, and saw Li Shimin's case, two people on one side, holding a book sticker with ink that had not dried, and immediately understood what was going on.

"Your Majesty." Fang Xuanling saluted, looked at the word sticker, and sang softly: "Yonghe nine years, the age is in the ugly, at the beginning of the twilight, it will be in the Lan ......Pavilion of Huiji Mountain."

"Xuan Ling, what do you think of my words?" Li Shimin asked, with a bit of self-satisfaction in his words.

If it weren't for Wei Zheng and the others, Fang Xuanling would naturally not be discouraged, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with admiration: "It's exactly the same, if it weren't for the new paper, the ink would not have dried, and it would be safe from the real thing." ”

Even though he knew that this was mostly flattery, Li Shimin was still very happy when he heard it, and said modestly: "How can I compare with the sages, I can have one-tenth of them, and I will be satisfied." ”

"Not really." Fang Xuanling shook his head and retorted: "The Orchid Pavilion Order that Your Majesty is here, there are slight differences in the subtleties and situation, but the strength and majestic spirit of the bones have won the charm of the king's calligraphy, and the situation is natural. ”

"Xuan Ling, I'm here to flatter me again." Li Shimin stroked his beard and said, but he was glad that even a blind man could hear it.

After all, Li Shimin is not the kind of person who has no self-knowledge, but he knows that he can get his hands on this calligraphy, so he dares to ask Fang Xuanling to come over to appreciate it.

"How can it be flattery." Fang Xuanling said solemnly: "The ministers look at His Majesty's stickers, as if they are in the Orchid Pavilion, meeting with the sages of ancient times, and the water is flowing ......"

I have to say that Fang Xuanling's words scratched Li Shimin's itch, and he was very happy in his heart, and sighed: "Alas, I often fantasize that if I can return to ancient times and talk freely with the princes of Lanting, what a fortunate thing it would be, and I have no regrets in this life." ”

This sigh, just listen to it, really let Li Shimin give up the position of emperor to cross, he will definitely not be reluctant, Fang Xuanling understood, smiled, and sighed together.

Suddenly, Li Shimin was silent, looking at the sticker in a daze, and suddenly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed it, tore it to pieces, and in the palace, everyone was shocked, especially the two who were holding the painting, xiǎotui trembled, and almost collapsed to the ground in fright.

Fang Xuanling was stunned and said softly: "Your Majesty, why is this so?" ”

"This sticker was written by Yu Shinan according to Yu Shinan's calligraphy." Li Shimin sighed and said: "However, Yu Shinan's calligraphy is copied according to Master Zhiyong's calligraphy, and one person is passed on to another, which will inevitably be distorted, how can you get the charm of the king." ”

Although he felt reasonable, Fang Xuanling naturally would not agree, and when he wanted to say a few words of consolation, he heard Li Shimin say: "In this life, if you can get a look at the true works of Lanting, I will be willing to die." ”

"Your Majesty, be cautious." Fang Xuanling said hurriedly.

Li Shimin smiled and waved his hand, half a life on the battlefield, not taboo to talk about life and death, envy said: "The right army font, the ancient law has changed, its majestic spirit, out of nature, so the ancient and modern thought that the law, Linhe preface and its Jing product, can be called wonderful, I don't know who fell into the hands, it is really the luck of three lives." ”

Fang Xuanling sank slightly, and said thoughtfully: "The minister occasionally heard, Linhe preface authentic handiwork, in the hands of Yongzen master, he is the descendant of Wang Huizhi, the fifth son of the king, a monk, first learned calligraphy from Xiao Ziyun, and then took the ancestor King as the sect, closed mén study for 30 years, retired pen into a mound, known to the world, should be able to inherit from the Wang clan, inheritance to Linhe preface. ”

"Really ......" Li Shimin was surprised, and wanted to say that he summoned Monk Zhiyong, but suddenly thought of something, frowned, and said: "Wait, I remember, Yu Shinan took a leave of absence for half a month the year before last, but it was because of ......"

"Master Yongchan passed away, and the secret supervisor Yu was his high foot, so he naturally had to fulfill his filial piety." Fang Xuanling nodded and said, Li Shimin bowed slightly, no matter what, he was more concerned about who the Lanting Collection Order fell into after the death of Monk Zhiyong.

"Yongchan Master died at the age of 100, and his calligraphy is high enough to have wisdom fruits, discernment, Yu secret eunuchs and others." Fang Xuanling analyzed: "At the time of his death, Yu Secret Supervisor was in Chang'an, so it was naturally impossible to get the inheritance, and the most likely thing was naturally the presiding monk of Yongxin Temple, otherwise, it would be Jiāo and the Yuezhou Wang clan." ”

"It makes sense." Li Shimin thought so, and sat down slowly, with a thoughtful expression.

As a result of many years, Li Shimin's thoughts, Fang Xuanling was naturally easy to understand, thought about it, and said with a smile: "If Your Majesty has a heart, you might as well make a decree and ask them to bring a funeral post to Beijing for an audience." ”

"Forget it, a gentleman doesn't win people's love." Li Shimin shook his head and said.

Fang Xuanling twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, he meant that the holder of the Lanting Collection Order took the notebook and gave it to Li Shimin to admire, but he didn't expect that the meaning of this Son of Heaven was actually to take it for himself, it was really ...... The disrespectful slander, seeing Li Shimin's gaze from time to time, Fang Xuanling knew that he couldn't hide, and he had to carry the black pot again.

Who called him a king, and he was a minister, Fang Xuanling sighed to himself and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this is a shame, the ancients, the artifact, is the ...... for the virtuous."

A lot of high-sounding words, Fang Xuanling found that the emperor was still unmoved, and sighed even more in his heart, he was so clean, not only did he have to carry the black pot himself, but he didn't even want to get the ashes of the pot, but he didn't want to get anything to say, Fang Xuanling understood what he meant, and said: "Your Majesty is benevolent, and the minister understands." ”

cough, Li Shimin was also embarrassed, and said with a smile: "I still know my heart, by the way, this matter is ...... Don't spread it. ”

Knowing that the emperor was worried about Yu Shinan and Wei Zheng and others, Fang Xuanling responded, and left with interest, while retreating, while thinking carefully, this matter does not seem to be very easy to do, the first step is to confirm the authenticity of the Lanting Collection Order, whether it is as he guessed, in Yongxin Temple, how should he inquire, so as not to attract attention?

After a while, Fang Xuanling immediately had an idea and quickly returned to the official office......

At the same time, the Han family's mansion is a lively and extraordinary scene, don't get me wrong, it's not Han Rui's third marriage, but the usual son-in-law? The gift, after the baby is born 100 days later, there are fewer illnesses and disasters, no crying or fuss at night, everything is normal, which proves that he can grow up healthily, and it is naturally worth congratulating.

It is often said that the birth of a child, the status of the father, the rapid decline, is not unreasonable, at least the degree of attention, far less than before, this Han Rui has a deep understanding, in the past, it was a few NV dependents, circling around him, and now the department has been transferred to the child, and even the guests who visited Mén, the first to greet is Ling Lang.

Han Rui is not jealous, just jealous, I can't grow up quickly, find a few daughters-in-law, save myself from robbing, muttering in my heart, the smile on his face is bright, pinching his son féi's tender xiǎo face, holding him to salute the guests who came to congratulate, for a while, I received a lot of gifts, just the longevity lock, there are more than a dozen styles, and the others are bits and pieces, if they can be stored for a long time, they can be used until adulthood and sold, enough for nǎi powder money, Han Rui has a bit of a bad fantasy.

The lively day was spent in the congratulations of everyone, the next morning, at the fifth watch, Han Rui Mimi got up in a daze, washed and dined, faced the spring breeze, rode a horse to the imperial city to work, after the order, everything was as usual, the usual practice was to listen to the debate between Li Chunfeng and Lu Cai about quantitative knowledge, half-knowing and half-understanding, until noon to eat, in the huā garden near the Taichang Rite Courtyard to enjoy the scenery sè, breathing, a scribe came lightly, softly called: "Dr. Han! ”

Well, Han Rui turned around, didn't know who came, and naturally mihuo said, "Are you?" ”

"On the orders of the Prime Minister, please ask Dr. Han to go and speak." The scribe said respectfully.

It turned out that Fang Xuanling was looking for himself, due to work reasons, he didn't talk to the officials of Shangshu Province, Han Rui didn't think much about it, immediately nodded, went with the scribe, and was familiar with the road, and soon arrived at the prime minister's office, the scribe knocked mén and left, and then came out to lead the way, thanking each other with a courtesy, Han Rui smiled and walked in, and met Fang Xuanling.

"Physique." Han Rui was very polite.

Putting down the pen lightly, Fang Xuanling said with a smile: "Here, I heard that Ling Lang was 100 yesterday, but he forgot to give a gift to congratulate, I'm sorry, I'll make ......up for it when I turn around."

"No, no." Han Rui hurriedly waved his hand.

Fang Xuanling said: "Naturally, you can't miss ......"

Then there was a lot of prevarication and politeness, and Han Rui gradually became mihuo in his heart, and vaguely felt that this time Fang Xuanling came to him, I'm afraid it wasn't for business.

Sure enough, pulling and pulling, Fang Xuanling suddenly smiled and said, "Fu Jie, how long have you been in Beijing?" ”

"Zhenguan came to Chang'an in the autumn of the eighth year, and it has been more than a year now." Although he couldn't understand what Fang Xuanling meant, Han Rui still answered honestly, a little bit embarrassed, in a blink of an eye, it was two years, and he even had a child.

"Have you been homesick for so long?"

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