In this era when there is no air pollution, the moonlight is bright, and Feng Xiuyun is wearing a palace dress.

The beautiful face, graceful posture, and broad mind made Xia Jingyun feel a trace of summer heat.

He lowered his head slightly, "I didn't know that the adults had arrived, and I was disappointed." ”

Feng Xiuyun looked at the man in front of her and was also slightly surprised.

Facts have proved that the saying that people rely on clothing is not nonsense.

is also tall and thin, and when he is dirty and dressed in shabby labor clothes, he looks like a skinny and down-and-out beggar;

At the moment, he cleaned up and changed into clean and tidy clothes, and his black hair was simply tied back of his head, but he had such a handsome and elegant temperament.

And that face, compared to those nobles in the capital, is not worse or even better.

So, her tone couldn't help but soften a lot, "Have you rested well today?" ”

Xia Jingyun said respectfully: "My lord, please command." ”

"The first order is, should you invite me in?"

Xia Jingyun hurriedly invited her and the maid behind her into the house, and the two guards stood at the door and did not move.

"My lord, the courtyard is small and has a large population, I hope you will forgive me."

Feng Xiuyun said lightly: "Don't get in the way, find a secluded room, and I'll explain to you." ”

For her, who usually lives in the palace, it doesn't matter if these courtyards are large or small, they are not as big as the palace anyway.

Xia Yunfei was still asleep, and the room where his father and uncle lived temporarily was not suitable, so Xia Jingyun had no choice but to lead the three of them to the women's bedroom in the main house.

They all took a shower last night, and it was a new bedding, and there was no smell in the room.

Standing still in the room, Feng Xiuyun said directly: "Help me write a word." ”

Xia Jingyun nodded, "I have already bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone yesterday, please ask the adults to tell me what to write." ”

Feng Xiuyun shook his head, "I have all these things." ”

As she spoke, the maid behind her put a long box that she had been holding in her hand on the table, and inside was a complete set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Xia Jingyun: ......

He has already thought about it, and he will go to the shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop early tomorrow morning and return the money!

This loser didn't say it early!

Xia Jingyun secretly felt sorry for his useless pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and silently spread out the paper brought by the other party, and found that it was indeed much better than the ones he bought.

"Write well, I'll give you these things when I'm done."

Adults are bright! Adult atmosphere! Adults become mothers as soon as possible!

"Thank you, Lord for the reward." Xia Jingyun shouted repeatedly, and then took the water and grinded the ink, and asked, "What words do you want to write?" ”

Feng Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, "You can write a few sentences at will, the point is to write the words well." ”

Xia Jingyun understood as soon as she heard it, the person in front of her didn't like words, but a certain big man she wanted to make friends liked words.

This favor is not in vain, and it is also good for me to be able to take the opportunity to get closer to her.

And in the future, we have to count on the help of these big people to rehabilitate and restore the status of good citizens!

But he doesn't have any pressure, because it's very simple, the other party can give him such an important matter, which means that this matter is not that important.

He thought for a moment, "Can you dare to ask, who do you want to give this painting to?" Adults don't have to say the specific person's name, just need to say a rough idea, and strive to write this character more in line with the other party's mind. ”

The maid on the side silently lowered her head and hid a trace of disdain for Xia Jingyun.

Feng Xiuyun thought for a while, "An old man, highly respected, is quite obsessed with calligraphy. ”

She felt that Xia Jingyun had some truth in what she said.

"Is this old man's current life satisfying and leisurely or dissatisfied?"

Feng Xiuyun frowned slightly, but still spoke: "Naturally, I am satisfied." ”

Xia Jingyun also saw this slight frown, and stopped asking more with interest, thinking about it in his mind.

The focus of his thinking is not on the words, but on the words that are written.

This broad-minded female official in the palace only values whether the words are good or not, but she doesn't understand them, no matter how good the words are, the meaning is not good, and it is not easy to hang up and appreciate them.

For example, [Spring Pond Yanyun]

For example, "Feel at home"

Another example is [a bright future, carry on the past and forge ahead into the future]

In his mind, countless first-class masterpieces flashed, and then a flash of inspiration.

This world is also the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, for the elderly, what can be compared to the meaning of peace and reunion.

Looking at Xia Jingyun's contemplative appearance, the maid stood aside with her hands tied, feeling that this young man in a humble alley really took herself seriously.

But the rules in the palace were strict, and she didn't dare to squeak when she was free, so she had to stand silently aside, looking at the still empty paper.

Then, she watched the thin young man move, and with her hand where the scar was still clearly visible, she slowly picked up the pen, filled it with ink, and slowly licked it on the inkstone.

Inexplicably, she has a somewhat calm master's bearing, obviously licking the pen, but licking makes her heart tremble slightly.

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and ten big characters fell.

[I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together]

She didn't understand, but she thought it was pretty good.

A moment later, Feng Xiuyun left with the maid.

The maid still held a long box in her hand, but it contained a pair of freshly written characters.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, as mentioned earlier, were left to Xia Jingyun as a pen fee.

Xia Jingyun squatted on the threshold, looked at the courtyard gate, and muttered, "It's better to give two taels of silver." ”

"Gao Yang, that's that?"

His father and uncle walked over and asked.

"A female official in the palace came to ask for a word."

Xia Hengzhi looked incredulous, "She can also see your words?" Wouldn't the word for her father have to be bought with a lot of money? ”

Xia Jingyun didn't want to defend herself, and this thing was not easy to justify, so she changed the topic and said: "She rewarded a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone inside, and my father and uncle went to see if it was worth it?" It's worth it another day, I'll be it. ”

The two hurriedly walked in, Xia Mingxiong, who was born in martial arts, didn't understand the four treasures of the study, but he could also see that this set of things was obviously much better than the ones that his younger brother used on weekdays, and the paper was even smoother than the slippery girl I had ever touched.

"How much are these things worth?"

"You think I'll know?"

After watching for a long time, the two turtles silently walked out of the door and sat on the threshold with Xia Jingyun looking at the sky.

On the other side, Feng Xiuyun returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying.

It's not that the county didn't arrange a place for her to live, but the arrangement was to live in Concubine De's mother's house, and she thought she was very thoughtful.

Feng Xiuyun shook her head in fright, for fear that Concubine De would know about it when she came back, "What grade, live in a courtyard with me, pull it out and cut it." ”

Therefore, she simply chartered a small courtyard in the inn, and the public funds were reimbursed anyway.

In the small courtyard at this moment, Feng Xiuyun stroked the long box, and the green jade fingers lightly tapped on the lid of the box, knocking out the inner entanglement, "You say, is his painting good?" ”

The maid remembered the bright moon she saw on the way back, and the unexplained thoughts in her heart, and said with a smile: "I don't think it's bad." ”

Feng Xiuyun sighed, "It's a pity that I don't know the doorway, I only know whether it's good or not, let's be a dead horse doctor!" ”

She stood up and dragged a box from under the bed, which was filled with a similar long box.

Her hand brushed over these long boxes, "Along the way, I have collected so many famous calligraphy works, I just hope to get into the eyes of the old lady, let him say a few beautiful words in front of the mother, so that I can regain the appreciation of the mother, otherwise, the second half of my life may be difficult!" ”

The maid also pursed her lips, a very simple truth, a real henchman, who is not by his side, before and after the saddle, how can he be sent to do this kind of thing that is done well and is not delicious.

Feng Xiuyun is only the head of Shang Gongtai, and Shang Gongtai has many directors.

"I think there are so many words, even if the old lady doesn't like it, she has to think about the main thing with a lot of pain."

Feng Xiuyun turned her head to look at her and said with a wry smile: "You girl, you really can't speak." ”

"As the father of the first-class imperial concubine, the old lady has seen many good words, and it is indeed rare for idle works to enter his eyes. But with my ability, how can I get a real masterpiece! ”

"It doesn't matter, dead or alive, it's time to try."

As soon as she shook her head, she began to open the boxes one by one and sorted out the good words she had collected.

"This painting is Feng Qingtian, a calligrapher in Longshou Prefecture, or I relied on the relationship with the same sect to ask for it, and it cost a lot of silver taels, which is my biggest reliance this time."

"This is written by a famous calligrapher in Badong County, Surabaya Prefecture, if the old lady of Feng's style doesn't like it, this character can be fought for again."

"The rest are the works of some well-known people in the county, and whether it can be done depends on fate."

"The success or failure of this trip depends on tomorrow."

When Feng Xiuyu sorted out all the manuscripts from top to bottom in the order from Feng Qingtian to the unknown junior, the maid on the side reminded: "Lord Principal, there is another copy here." ”

Feng Xiuyun looked at the box she had just taken back, opened it and looked at the words inside.

[I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together]

She hesitated for a moment, but picked it up and placed it at the bottom of the manuscript.