Xiahou Chun interrupted the 'battle of beauty' between Murong Yan and Xiao Zhen, and said to Song Jing in a deep voice:

"Master Song, please also write a letter to the garrison outside the city."

"If I can't be transferred, my commander may be detained."

Song Jing was shocked when he heard this, "Your Highness, please come with me." ”

Xuan even stretched out his hand to invite Xiahou Chun into the study.

Outside, Yang Zhong desperately asked to stop and guard, and Xiahou Chun also followed him.

Stepping into the study, a mandarin duck fine brocade table cover is spread on the case, among the four treasures, 'lake pen, Hui ink, rice paper and end inkstone' is the most.

Lake pen, also known as Mengxi, also called Hu Ying, produced in Shanlian Town, Huzhou, Jiangnan Province, named after its pen tip sharp Ying, insiders call it "sunspot", there are sharp, Qi, round, healthy four benefits, and therefore "four virtues" and have the reputation of "Mao Ying's skills in the world".

Needless to say, the value of rice paper is produced in Xuanzhou, and its initial pulp is made of green sandalwood bark, straw and fine linen, and dried.

It is divided into two kinds, one is Shengxuan, which is easy to seep into water, and can be dispersed by dyeing ink, so it is the best base for freehand painting; The second is familiar Xuan, dyed by alum, not easy to penetrate, is the favorite of people who are good at hairpin flower brushes, and should be carefully described.

The high-quality rice paper is flexible, smooth and delicate, and is exclusively for the royal family and nobles, and it flows to the upper class, while the middle and lower layers are heard but never seen.

And because of the paper's "long-term discoloration and non-decaying" characteristics, it has become the exclusive supply of Taikang Ting, and even the edict of the "Four Four" was transmitted to the paper, which is mainly based on rice paper.

The paper mill located in Xuanzhou will be snatched up by the state thorn history and the two capitals, and the remaining Xuan paper will be circulated in the market, but it will also be in short supply.

Song Jing spread out a sheet of cooked Xuan, Xiahou Chun picked up the ink column, lightly inked ink, dipped in water and smoothed, and a rich ink fragrance dipped into the tip of the pen.

Song Jing thanked him, picked up a Zihao, dipped it in the ink, and immediately put down the pen.

With a few smacks, two delicate hairpins came into view, which surprised Xiahou Chun.

He did not hesitate to praise: "Master Song's hairpin is very tall and thin, with both the pride of a lone pine and the cleanliness of a snow bamboo. ”

Song Jing smiled modestly, "Weichen remembers that His Royal Highness once said to his minister, 'The skill of calligraphy and painting, Xiao Daoer, is not as good as dragon slaying'......" ”

He suddenly froze, and his body subconsciously stiffened.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to have really done this.

Xiahou Chun also smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly changed the topic, "I have heard that the hairpin flower Xiaokai was created by Mrs. Yan Maoyi in the past, and even the sage Zhong of the book was amazed, and his calligraphy was like 'the ice of the broken jade pot, the moon of the rotten Yaotai, graceful like a tree, and Mu Ruoqing'." ”

"Now that I have read Master Song's book, I know that the praise of the sage is not groundless."

Song Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his cold sweat, and said with a smile: "Whether it was created by Mrs. Maoyi, Weichen doesn't know, but the minister was fortunate to be at the banquet of Taizong back then, and he had witnessed Mrs. Maoyi's posthumous work." ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes blinked and blinked, could it be that his grandfather Huang was still very elegant.

He picked up, "Oh? Please also ask Master Song for advice. ”

After Song Jing pondered for a while, he said: "The book written by Mrs. Maoyi is like a flower arrangement and a dancing girl, low and hibiscus; It is also like the national color on stage, and Xian'e shows her shadow; It is more like a red lotus reflecting the water, Biye Fuxia, wonderful, wonderful. ”

He put Zihao away, put it in an envelope, called a servant, and after some solemn advice, he let him quickly send it to the garrison camp outside the city.

After some busy work, a maid enters and serves a stove and hot tea.

Xiahou Chun stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the facilities in the room.

Silk silk is not mentioned, elegant and tranquil, a little simple, not people with heavy makeup.

Presumably, it must have been arranged by Song Zhuowen's biological mother.

His heart moved, it seemed that this Song Jing had not completely forgotten the old love.

"Your Highness, please use tea."

Xiahou Chun paced, was carefully looking at the "Beauty Sleeve Drawing", on which there were plain palace beauties dipped in water to wash, and the naïve children with pigtails on the side were innocent and smirkling, and their tender feet were playing in the water, with a look of attachment and happiness.

Song Jing offered a cup of hot tea in his ear, and he turned his head to look.

I saw that his eyes were complicated, and there seemed to be nostalgia and trance in his vicissitudes of life, and he said softly: "Her name is Yun'er, and she left when Zhuowen was ten years old, almost six years ago. ”

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and after pursing his lips, his beard trembled slightly, "If Zhuowen has three long and two short this time, I don't know how to explain it to her after I go down." ”

Xiahou Chun nodded lightly and said with relief: "Sister Zhuowen's turn from danger to safety this time is due to the blessing of my master's spirit in the sky. ”

He said with a smile: "In this way, Sister Zhuowen will turn evil into good fortune, and she will definitely come to Ji Tai in the future." ”

Song Jing took a step back and bowed towards Xiahou Chun, but he didn't get up for a long time.