Chapter 78: The Spirit of Scattered Jade

Chapter 78: The Spirit of Scattered Jade

Hundreds of thousands of voices move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple trees. I knew that the lock listened to the golden cage, and it was not as free as the forest.

After dinner, he wrote five articles of Ouyang Xiu's "Thrush" in the Song Dynasty, and Sun Qingyang still felt panicked.

Before I finished writing, I felt unbearable, my heart was in a mess, and the words were frivolous and weak, like a snake.

In the past, if there was anything upset and irritating, it would slowly calm down when it was written.

Tearing off the big characters that had been written, Sun Qingyang took a deep breath, re-laid the paper and grinded the ink, lifted the pen and concentrated, luck was on the wrist, put down the pen, waved it, and closed the pen.

This time, I can barely see it.

"His Royal Highness the eldest grandson."

With Du Ruo's exclamation, Zhu Zhanji had already entered the small study of Biyun Pavilion.

Xuanji hurriedly came in to watch the seat for Zhu Zhanji, his hands trembled when he moved the chair, and His Royal Highness the eldest grandson's face was too terrifying.

From hearing the news that Sun Qingyang was punished for kneeling in Shou'an Palace and even almost sent to prison, Zhu Zhanji was in a very bad mood.

When Sun Qingyang bent his knees to greet him, he found that he had rubbed some ink on the inside of his wrist, so he pulled down the cuffs.

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand, Xuanji looked at Sun Qingyang, and when she nodded, she retreated.

Zhu Zhanji didn't speak, Sun Qingyang raised his eyes to see his face, no wonder Xuanji looked worried just now, the cold meaning in Brother Zhu's eyes can be made into iced plum soup, but even if it is cold, it is still bright like a starry night sky.

He didn't laugh, Sun Qingyang asked him with a smile, "Brother Zhu, who messed with you?" ”

Zhu Zhanji still didn't speak, walked to the door and said something to Xuanji who was waiting outside, and walked to the table to read Sun Qingyang's handwriting.

Asked her a little clearly, "Did you freak out your sister today?"

Zhu Zhanji didn't realize it himself, and from the moment he entered the house and saw Sun Qingyang, the coldness in his eyes melted little by little.

The smile on Sun Qingyang's face did not cover the timidity in his heart, and he was in tears, but he looked up and made a look of indifference, and said in disguise: "No, Concubine Xian and her aunt came in time, but they knelt for a long time, so they could only sit and write. ”

Looking at the stubborn expression of the villain in front of him, Zhu Zhanji felt a pain in his heart for no reason.

Just as she was about to speak, Xuanji knocked on the door and came in, carrying a basin of warm water with a towel soaked in it.

Zhu Zhanji pointed, "Just let it go." ”

Xuanji nodded, put down the basin, bowed and withdrew.

Zhu Zhanji soaked the water from the basin, picked up the warm towel, wrung the water, walked to Sun Qingyang, pulled out the wrist she hid in her sleeve, and carefully wiped off the ink stains on it.

Eight-year-old Sun Qingyang, who is still a little baby fat, has a long apple face, and his arms and fingers are still like crisp lotus roots, pressing a small nest.

It's really cute, and the little arms and hands are cute.

Zhu Zhanji looked at Sun Qingyang's slightly transparent skin under the light, as strange as a small animal, and rushed out, "Sister, you are so good-looking." ”

His slender and powerful fingers grabbed Sun Qingyang's wrist, and the heat was like a high fever, burning the ground.

Sun Qingyang's face really turned into a red apple in an instant, and her face was hot like a burning cloud, she retracted her hand vigorously, glanced at Zhu Zhanji, twisted her body, and buried her head not to look at him.

Zhu Zhanji knew that he was a little out of order, so he pretended to be casual and said: "In this way, if you wipe off the ink stains with warm water, your hands will not be cold." You don't use cold water on weekdays, I heard my mother say that you girls are delicate, if you eat ice because of the heat, you will have a stomachache. ”

His eyes fell on Sun Qingyang's small earlobes like white jade, revealing warmth.

Although Zhu Zhanji, who is more than thirteen years old, is the age when love first blossoms, but because the crown princess is afraid that he will know about the affair early and hurt his body, he is not like the mothers of other children of the family, who arranged for his son to have a room early, so at this time, his feelings for Sun Qingyang are clear and transparent, like a mountain spring, and there are no impurities.

Because he couldn't say that something was wrong and felt embarrassed, Sun Qingyang also wanted to divert the topic, but he didn't want to hear Zhu Zhanji say such a sentence, so he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Brother Zhu picked up a sentence and said nonsense from there." ”

Zhu Zhanji was a little strange, "What, isn't that so?" ”

Once he saw Gui and Ruixiang grabbing chilled watermelons to eat, he obviously heard what his mother said.

Sun Qingyang was about to talk to him, but suddenly remembered that when Du Ruo said that girls can't be greedy for cold and eat ice, he was still young and had not come to Kwai Shui, and this topic was not suitable for communicating with Zhu Zhanji at all, no matter how close the two were on weekdays, Brother Zhu was not a girl after all.

The complexion, which had already returned to normal, turned red again.

Seeing Sun Qingyang's suddenly blushing face, Zhu Zhanji felt even more strange, he didn't know that he was wrong, but he also knew that he shouldn't ask any more, so he picked up the brush that Sun Qingyang put on the table and said, "I'll write two words for my sister." ”

Sun Qingyang hurriedly said: "I'll study ink for Brother Zhu, so as not to stain your sleeves in case of ink stains." When I practice calligraphy, I have to change my clothes. ”

Seeing her wearing a blue smoke-colored blouse and rolling up her sleeves, Zhu Zhanji smiled: "No wonder my sister is wearing a different dress than usual, this is your 'practice uniform'!" ”

Ignoring Zhu Zhanji's ridicule, Sun Qingyang studied a large inkstone and said proudly: "You have to finish writing all this ink, so as not to waste such good ink." ”

Sun Qingyang uses good Hui ink, which has the characteristics of black color, hard and shiny, and does not faint when it enters the paper, and as the ink is developed little by little, the ink fragrance spreads lightly.

Seeing Sun Qingyang's skillful use of ink research on water, Zhu Zhanji praised: "I can't see that my sister is still good at ink, and I think I am familiar with it on weekdays." ”

"Of course, do you think I'm Miss Jiao, who is not diligent? Most of the time I write and paint, I study ink by myself, and Du Ruo and they serve by their side, but it is not easy to be calm. Mother said, when grinding ink, a small amount of water, gently grinding, can not be anxious, enough to write the amount of a time, overnight ink is easy to deteriorate, smelly, clumpy, the next time it can not be used and it is not good to clean the grinding table. ”

Seeing her smug look, Zhu Zhanji looked at the ink, "Well, yes, the ink you developed is delicate and uniform, and it should be easy to use." But it's so much research, on purpose, right? ”

Sun Qingyang's eyes widened, and he said innocently: "I write on weekdays, and I have more ink than this, could it be that Brother Zhu, you really only plan to write two words?" ”

Zhu Zhanji's two words originally meant something, knowing that Sun Qingyang said this on purpose, he smiled, stood in front of the bookcase and contemplated for a moment, then lifted the pen and dipped it in thick ink, and waved it.

Xiqiao is a tree and jade spirit, and the fragrance is a great combination in the middle.

The words on the rice paper are elegant and powerful, and they are full of frost and snow, and the wind of gold and stone is opened.

When the words are finished, the ink runs out.

Sun Qingyang saw Zhu Zhanji write for the first time, originally thought that he was only five years older than himself, and he had to practice literature and martial arts, and often listened to the emperor, the prince and the ministers discuss government affairs and state affairs in the palace.

Several elder brothers in the family have also been learning calligraphy since childhood, but this can be seen at a glance The gap in skills, even if she has seen a few words of the world's great talents, and the world generally says that their calligraphy is superior, but those people, compared with Brother Zhu, are still a little worse than their muscles and momentum.

The natural king's breath repels the eight poles.

Sun Qingyang was surprised and admired.

The more she got along with Zhu Zhanji, the more she discovered his advantages, and this handwriting alone was by no means something that ordinary kings and grandsons could obtain by virtue of their family background.

Although he is more blessed than others in terms of learning resources, he must have made efforts that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

What's more, he wrote "Xiqiao One Tree and Jade Spirit, Fragrance and Color in the Middle Collection", which is a poem by the Southern Song Dynasty poet Ye Yin Yongmei, and it is also to persuade himself not to care about the grievances he suffers today, to be like plum blossoms, which are more proud and beautiful after the ice and snow.

In addition to the spontaneous admiration and appreciation, there is also a strong touch.

Because of her appreciation, she is very pleasing to the eye when she looks at Zhu Zhanji today, even if he is just wearing an ordinary Xuan dress, when he picks up the pen and writes, he can't see his handsome face between his heads down, and his sharp eyes still feel eye-catching, and it is not because there are few people, so naturally he can only see his attention, but the kind of attention that can be seen at a glance in the tens of millions of worlds, strongly, and people can't breathe.

"On weekdays, people praise Brother Zhu's brother Wen Neng Kuang Fu Sheji, Wu Neng An Bang and Ding Guo, I thought that because you are the emperor's eldest grandson, what others flattered turned out to be true. Brother Zhu, you are really a genius! Sun Qingyang couldn't help but blurt out admiration.

Seeing Sun Qingyang's appreciation and admiration revealed in his eyes, Zhu Zhan was very useful in his heart, he slowly put down his pen, withdrew his hand, and looked at Sun Qingyang.

Under the light, Sun Qingyang's good-looking looks are shockingly magnificent, and at this moment, her black and white, eyes like long water and autumn waves, are smiling and admiring him.

Zhu Zhanji turned his head and saw such a scene.

Like a pearl, like a jade, it is lively and bright.

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but reach over and touch Sun Qingyang's cheek, it was so soft and smooth.

Sun Qingyang dodged away and looked at him vigilantly, the appreciation and admiration just now were swept away, and there was even some sarcasm between his eyebrows, "I thought that Brother Zhu was like his person, but I didn't expect it to be such a frivolous person." ”

Zhu Zhanji handed the mosquito in his hand under her nose and said in amazement: "What are you talking about, there is a mosquito on your face, I was afraid that it would suck your blood, so I pinched it." ”

Looking at the mosquito in his hand that was still struggling, Sun Qingyang was suspicious, but it shouldn't be such a coincidence, he wanted to touch his face, and there happened to be a mosquito......

had to apologize curtly, "I thought, I thought...... I'm wrong about you, Brother Zhu. ”

With a look of chagrin and shame, she shouldn't have misunderstood Brother Zhu.

Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief, it was so dangerous, fortunately, a mosquito flew by, and he could pinch it to save the emergency.

It's no wonder that Xiao Qingyang is unhappy, he hated others touching his face the most when he was a child.

As for her saying Meng Lang and frivolous, well, it's definitely not literal.

After thinking about it, he added another sentence that he wanted to say when he entered the house, "Sister, don't worry, I will protect you, now it's a mosquito, when I grow up, I will help you get back all the grievances you suffered today." ”