Cao Tong's wife Zhang would visit the queen in the palace every month, and this time, she brought her second daughter with her, and when she met the queen, Cao Er's daughter asked to see the princess in order to ask her about Konghou. The queen naturally agreed, and ordered her to take her to Yifeng Pavilion.

Cao Er is younger than the princess, fifteen or sixteen years old, very cheerful and lively. After coming in, she chatted with the princess non-stop, nothing more than the feelings and confusion of the beginner, so the princess asked her to play a song first, and she said that she was shallow in the piano, and she was ashamed to let everyone hear about it, so she asked the princess to retreat. The princess also agreed, and told everyone to step back, leaving me alone.

"Waiji knows the rhythm of music, if you don't play it, you can point it out to him." The princess explained to the second girl.

Cao Er nodded her head and said with a smile: "I know that Mr. Liang is not an outsider. ”

This sentence made me feel that she was not a drunkard. Sure enough, what she did then was not to play the gonghou, but to take out an oil-paper umbrella from one of the bags she had brought.

"Big brother asked me to return this umbrella to the princess." She said.

It was indeed the umbrella that I ordered someone to give to Cao Ping on the queen's birthday. The princess didn't pay much attention to it, but only glanced at it, let me take it, and said, "It's just an umbrella, why bother you to send it back." ”

"The eldest brother said that since the princess did not say that this umbrella was given to him, she could only treat it as a borrowed one, and naturally she had to return it." The second girl Cao replied, and then winked at the princess, with a rather playful smile, and said: "My eldest brother is rough, and when the things borrowed from others are often damaged, the princess may wish to check to see if this umbrella is still intact." ”

The princess was a little puzzled, so she took the umbrella from my hand again and slowly opened it.

The umbrella is still the same umbrella, but it is a little different from the previous one - the surface of the umbrella is densely covered with words pierced with needles. The princess held her umbrella to the light source outside the door, and the light shined through the pinhole, and the words came out brightly.

What is written above is a "Fisherman's Pride":

Outside the threshold, the slanting sun cage green tree, the support of the lan leads to the flute and drum. The red sleeves are moths and snow willows, fluttering, listening to my singing fairy sentences.

The shadow fell on the spring twilight of the forest, and Luo Yi couldn't keep it. But he hated to gather in Qiongyuan for many years, and the son was silent, and the falling flowers and wind figured out the autumn rain.

This ordinary oil-paper umbrella, because of this intentional damage, has become a treasure that the princess can't put down. In the following days, in her spare time, she either held the umbrella in her arms and stroked it, or quietly came to the uninhabited courtyard, stretched the umbrella open, and held it into the air, so that the golden sunlight could shine through the thousands of pores, sprinkling a layer of golden sands on her body.

She smiled, reading the words as she turned the handle of the umbrella, letting the golden dots of light flutter around her, and she slowly swirled with it, and the hem of her white pleated skirt spread out like a blooming sunset flower.

At such times, I usually hide behind the columns, being her shadow at noon, quietly accompanying her, but not letting her feel my presence.

I guess she'll respond to Cao's temptation. One afternoon, she locked herself in her study and did not come out for a long time. I went to serve tea and knocked on the door a few times, only to see her come in a panic and open it, with ink on her hands.

I invited her to tea, and when I looked around the room, I saw that the paper basket was stuffed with written paper. While she was drinking tea, I picked up the top piece of paper and unfolded it.

She screamed, and she didn't care that the tea soup that had been spilled in a hurry soaked her clothes, and she hurriedly rushed to snatch the paper from my hand. I smiled lightly, parrying one wall and continuing to watch.

Obviously, she was filling in the words of Cao Ping. What is written on the paper is an unfinished "Proud of the Fisherman":

Leaning on the dream to find Meiyuan Road, the forest is full of annatto. Sit and watch the white pheasant dance in the sky, morning and dusk, and ask where the king is returning after the song.

After several years of broken strings, the movement broke through the three drums......

Seeing that she was still fighting hard, I smiled at her: "Don't rob it, the princess is a masterpiece, and the minister has already read it." ”

She was discouraged, stopped fighting, sat down sullenly, a little annoyed, a little shy, she turned her head to the side, angry and didn't look at me.

I read her words again, and then looked at her angry appearance, and gradually felt that my behavior was too rude, so I said good things to her: "The word princess is well written, and the minister recited it silently, but I feel that it is full of English and fragrant." ”

She glared at me, "As soon as you look at your smile, you know you're not sincere in what you're saying." ”

This sentence elicited a real smile from me. I looked at her gently, but I felt that her light smile was everywhere, and even the little white eyes when she stared at people were extremely cute, so it became a happy thing to be despised and complained by her.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a flower on my face? She asked, uneasy, and touched her face with her hand, only to get some ink on her face.

"Well, it's a little bit." I said, then pulled out my white mid-laner clean cuffs and wiped the stain off for her.

This action dissipated her enraged hostility towards me, and she lowered her eyelashes and asked me very worriedly, "Are my words still badly written?" ”

I shook my head and encouraged her, "I write much better now than I used to." ”

She smiled happily. I smiled with her and pointed to the unfolded piece of paper, "Keep writing." ”

"Alas," she sighed dejectedly, "I was not satisfied with the last few sentences, so I stopped writing here." ”

"Are you thinking about round taro or sour taro again?" I asked.

She laughed out loud. Probably remembering the words when she was a child, she felt embarrassed, she covered her face with her hands and smiled, smiled and smiled, her fingers opened slightly and some gaps, and her crooked eyes peeked at me with a smile.

I looked at her with a smile, remembered her words, groaned slightly, took the pen again, and continued her remnants:

It is also intended to imitate the Yigong sign, Zhou Lang Gu, and the acacia is only between the eyebrows.

After writing, I put down my pen and let her read. After reading it, her eyes lit up and she seemed to be satisfied, but she glanced at me quietly, her cheeks turned red again, and she looked at the last sentence and whispered: "But, but ......"

I suggested: "If the princess feels that the word 'lovesickness' is too straightforward, it is okay to change it to 'desiccation'. ”

"What to change......," she said with a blushing face, "I didn't say I wanted to use it...... I'm just writing that word for fun, not for anyone to see......"

By the end, her voice sounded like muttering. Tearing off the paper on the case, she crumpled it again, but this time it was not still in the paper basket, but pinched it in the palm of her hand, and ran out of the study gently.

I walked slowly to the window, watched her go away, and looked up at the sky, where the sun was white, but it began to rain in my heart.