The black mist seemed to drag the girl into the endless abyss, and the girl screamed, kicking and pounding until ......

--Suddenly woke up from the dream, the girl's heart was still beating rapidly. It's this terrible nightmare again. From the age of three, this recurring dream has brutally tormented her. But the girl always had a hunch that there was a secret hidden in the dream, and this secret was closely related to a part of his memory. But she couldn't think of anything.

In the royal library, there are not only precious books from all over the world, but also many famous calligraphy and painting scrolls, and the library is managed by those maids who have been deprived of crime and entered the court, and a girl named Wan'er is one of them.

Her grandfather was originally a courtier of the previous emperor and was assigned to the deposed prince as a concubine. But what he didn't expect was that Lao Lai was involved in the rebellion of the abolished prince, which affected his family. Men were sent to the army, and women were enslaved in the court. When she entered the palace, the girl was only four years old. Now, many years have passed, and relatives have left one after another, leaving only the lonely girl to grow up slowly. Even though she does the heavy work in the library, she also practices calligraphy every day. This is the only memorial passed down to him by his grandfather, who was a master calligrapher.

When the birthday of the Holy Empress Wu Zetian came, someone recommended a peerless painter to paint Wu Zetian's true face. Because the queen was busy with affairs, he ordered the painter to live in the library of the palace to facilitate painting. So the master spent half of his time sketching, and half of his time immersed himself in painting in the library, and the female official in the library assigned the ingenious Shangguan Wan'er to assist the painter.

The great painter is a knowledgeable, humorous and interesting person, who has walked through many mountains and rivers. It is not only a vivid portrait painting, but all the scenery seen and the interesting things encountered on the road can be easily sketched with two or three strokes. Shangguan Wan'er was very envious: she had never been out of the palace since she was four years old. From the painter's pen, Shangguan Wan'er saw how interesting the outside world was.

"If you haven't seen the outside world, and if you haven't seen the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world, the things depicted in your pen will be in vain. This is true for painting, and it is also true for writing. That's right, that's what you're talking about. ”

Faced with the evaluation of the great painter, Shangguan Wan'er was quite unconvinced. But the great painter was immersed in his own art world, and still chattered endlessly: "You are studying Shangguan style." In the past, Lord Shangguan's words can also be called a must. The lord is said to have a good temperament, so his writing is also round and full, and he has a prosperous atmosphere. You have learned, but you don't like it, look, here is hesitant, out of mud and water, even if I am a painter, I can see that there are some problems, something missing. Wow, don't ...... Don't cry. It's normal for a little girl to have less knowledge...... No, that's not what I meant....... ”

Shangguan Wan'er stood up suddenly, and the great painter took two steps back, but she bowed respectfully: "Thank you for the master's guidance, Wan'er has something in her heart, and every time she puts pen to paper, she will hesitate." ”

She told the great painter about her nightmare.

The great painter thought for a while and said, "In this dream, when the peony flower appeared, what were you doing?" ”

Shangguan Wan'er didn't know what the great painter meant, and shook her head in confusion.

The great painter said: "I think about it during the day, and I dream about it at night." There are no peony flowers in the library, but you often dream about it. Then, maybe you often want to do something, and peonies will appear when you dream about it. ”

Shangguan Wan'er vigorously recalled the scene in the dream before, and said to the great painter: "I remember, I was in the post at that time. ”

"What kind of sticker?" The great painter asked.

Shangguan Wan'er shook her head in distress, she always wrote a piece of paper repeatedly, but it seemed that she could never finish writing, and the next dream began again. Dream at night, think about it by day. Nowadays, even if I write during the day, I will think of this matter, so I will hesitate to write.

"I also want to know what post I am facing in my dream, maybe I can solve this nightmare by finding that post, but over the years, I have visited all the world's famous artists in the library, as well as all the book stickers of my grandfather, and I still can't get an answer."

The great painter thought for a long time, and said to Shangguan Wan'er: "I am a painter, and I can draw all kinds of landscape figures at will, which come from what I usually see and think, and it can also be said that what I paint is my own memory." There are always some common truths in calligraphy and painting. I can't guess what this nightmare means, but you have to carry it on your back, and one day, you'll be done with this post. ”

After the great painter finished painting the true face of Wu Zetian, he left the palace. But Wan'er kept thinking about the guidance of the great painter, if the book sticker she was about to come to didn't even have it in the library, where would it be?

"If you haven't seen the world, you haven't seen the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world...... if you don't even have it in the palace, then you must be hidden in the world.

Soon, Wu Zetian received a sincere letter from the palace slave of the court: "I am willing to be the eyes and ears of His Majesty, go and see, and listen...... Between the markets, on the banks of the long pavilions...... There should be scenery that the Holy Queen wants to see but has not seen, and I will write them all..."This letter touched the Holy Queen. After secretly summoning Shangguan Wan'er, Shangguan Wan'er got her wish. It can be used as the eyes and ears of the Holy Queen, entering and exiting the palace and Chang'an City in the guise of a man, looking for the book he wants to write.

In the spring of this year, when the peony flowers were in full bloom in Chang'an City, the dancers of the teaching workshop carefully prepared dances and performed on the banks of the Qujiang River, which attracted almost all the attention of Chang'an City. And the talented Shangguan Wan'er was ordered to review the peony poems presented by the talents. The talents of the entire Chang'an City came to enjoy the flowers and offer poems, and only those who wrote the most outstanding poems could be received by the Holy Queen.

It was on this day that Shangguan Wan'er climbed on the high building and saw the sea of peony flowers standing in full bloom, which made people frightened. In the dream, a beaving peony bloomed in that hand, wanting to take her life, as well as the lives of her relatives.

But unlike the crying girl in the nightmare, Shangguan Wan'er tightened the pen in her hand.

"Grandfather, I'm just a weak girl in front of that person. But weak girls don't stay weak forever. She would grow into a powerful woman with her calligraphy and pen and ink. ”

A few days later, the first day of the new official of Dali Temple, Lord Di Renjiedi, received an appeal from the unjust case. The appellant was Shangguan Wan'er, who was the guilty minister, and the girl finally completed the piece of paper that she had written repeatedly in her dreams.

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