Xie Zhao smiled a little embarrassedly when he heard this, shook his head and said:

"It's my fault, and I actually caused a lot of trouble to Mrs. Ning."

Ning Po hurriedly pleaded guilty and said, "Where is this word, Lord Yilu?" Please don't break the old slave.

These errands are the duty of the old slave, and it is the blessing of our 'Black Sailuo' to be able to serve the doctor and the lawyer, not to mention that if the old slave does a good job, the person with the surname will definitely have a reward to give him, and he should thank you. ”

Xie Zhao sighed softly.

She knows that now, whether it is framing the words or making Luo skirts, it is all explained by the person surnamed Qin Hao.

She said that she didn't have to do it, it was impossible, but she was afraid that after Ning Po finished these two errands, she would have to personally present them to Qin Hao Baojia for inspection.

Therefore, if Xie Zhao feels sorry for causing trouble, then what he can do now is to cooperate with her as much as possible and be a talkative "guest" with fewer things.

She then said: "Mrs. Fang Caining said that there is something to ask?" I don't know if there's anything I can do, but you say it's okay. ”

Seeing that she was so unpretentious, Ning Po said happily and respectfully:

"Master Yilu, the slave does have some details about the framed poems, and I want to ask you for confirmation."

She paused slightly.

Tentatively raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him who was almost a head taller than her.

"Returning to the doctor law, if the old slave wants to frame your words in line with the artistic conception of the poem, then the embroidery corresponding to each clear word must match the poem to be considered appropriate.

The general meaning of your poems, the literate piano steward of the master's family, has been dictated to the old slave yesterday.

It's just that the flowers and plants in one of the poems, 'Han Sakura', are unique to the Southern Dynasties and not found in the Western Frontier. When the old slave wanted to frame this poem, he embroidered the 'cold cherry' in the poem on the backing, but he didn't know the appearance of the cold cherry blossoms, so he didn't know if the doctor could describe it to the old slave. ”

It turned out to be this.

Xie Zhao smiled in response.

"What's so difficult about this, why don't I draw a simple portrait of Hanzakura for you, so that maybe it will be more intuitive for you to make embroidery."

Ning Po looked surprised, but said with some trepidation:

"Is this okay? Isn't it too bothering to bother you, how can the old slave match—"

Xie Zhao shook his head and interrupted her softly:

"It's not troublesome, it's a matter of effort."

She turned and walked to the desk a few paces away, picked up a little wolf on the pen stand, and then put down her pen intently.

Her expression was calm and serious, not at all like dealing with a lowly status "Black Sailuo", more like intersecting with equal people.

Xie Zhao's speed of painting is really the same as the speed at which she writes poetry, she writes quickly, but she is light and engrossed, not random graffiti.

In less than half a cup of tea, a cluster of delicate and feminine Southern Dynasty flowers with blue four-leaf petals and green leaves has been rendered on paper.

Among the vivid clusters of cold cherry blossoms, there were even a few early morning dewdrops painted vividly by Xie Zhao.

This divine finishing touch, as if picking the flowers on the fertile soil of the Southern Dynasty thousands of miles away into the painting, the fragrance of the cold cherry blossoms is almost about to come out.

Ning Po looked at the page of drawing paper in surprise, and exclaimed with a complicated expression:

"Actually. is so lifelike, it turns out that the cold cherry blossoms of the Southern Dynasty in the poem of the doctor are so beautiful. Unexpectedly, Master Yilu is still a master of Danqing. ”

Xie Zhao smiled and handed the painting to her with both hands.

"I'm not a Danqing master, but I learned some fur from my uncle at home when I was young."

Speaking of her hand-painted work, she learned it from her uncle Xie Huanzhang back then.

Xunyang County King Xie Huanzhang's poetry and songs, Danqing calligraphy, that in the Southern Dynasty Tianchen is a must, he is also the late Shangzhu State Xie Lin Xie Taishi, the only son of the knee who abandoned martial arts and literature.

Xie Zhao smiled abruptly, if she talked about "Master Danqing", she was nothing in front of her little uncle.

Ning Po carefully took Xie Zhao's painting with both hands, and said respectfully and flatteringly:

"I really don't know how to thank you, Master Doctor, you are so kind."

Xie Zhao smiled faintly when he heard this.

In fact, she has never felt that she is a kind-hearted person, at most she can only be regarded as a person who is at ease with her encounters and does not want to cause trouble to others.

Xie Zhao said with a smile: "Mrs. Ning, about the framing of those poems of the Southern Dynasty, if there is anything you don't understand about the scenery described in them, you can ask me." ”

Ning Po thought for a moment and said gratefully:

"Nothing else, just."

She looked at Xie Zhao and praised: "I didn't expect that the Western Xinjiang script is so cumbersome and difficult to read, and the medical law can actually use the Western Xinjiang script to make such a wonderful poem of the Southern Dynasties, which is really amazing."

Even those of us in Western Xinjiang, if it weren't for the dictation of the Qin Hao clan, we wouldn't be able to understand the splendid mountains and rivers written by the medical lawyer.

Master Medical Law is really well-informed, I don't know where you learned the Western Xinjiang style and sentence breaks, which is really admirable. ”

Xie Zhao was silent for a moment.

She glanced at Ning Po silently, then suddenly smiled, smiled gently, and then replied very naturally:

"Hey, let you laugh, I have been a leather monkey who can't stay idle at home since I was a child, and I don't have the slightest beauty in the Southern Dynasty, and I like to wander the rivers and lakes and travel around the mountains and rivers.

Over the years, I have seen many people and encountered many things, and now I can't remember where I saw the Western Xinjiang script from the beginning, maybe it was a wandering poet. ”

With an admiring expression, Ning Po didn't ask anything more, just bowed her head respectfully and smiled.

"So that's the case, I'm really grateful to Master Yilu for solving the old slave's confusion about what the cold cherry blossoms look like today, so the old slave won't bother much.

After the clothes are embroidered and shaped, and the person surnamed the person in charge of the mansion is clear, he will present a skirt to the doctor and the lawyer. ”

Xie Zhao smiled.

"If you're tired, go slowly."

Ning Po bowed again, and then said goodbye and left with the servants of the Yi Luo clan outside the door.

Xie Zhao quietly watched the old woman's short, thin and skinny back, following the servants of the Yi Luo clan guest house farther and farther away, and finally gradually disappeared at the end of the courtyard.

After a moment, she turned her head and whispered to Bo Xu, who was sitting silently at the coffee table in the side hall:

"There's something wrong with this Mrs. Ning."

Bo Xuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the light under his eyes flashed.

She didn't ask what was wrong with that Ning Po, nor did she ask Xie Zhao how she found out, but just asked bluntly:

"But do you want me to get her back now?"

"Not yet."

Xie Zhao smiled and shook his head slightly.

She stroked the green plum in the hall that bloomed just right, smiling and her eyes like stars.

"She hasn't found out that she's leaked yet, so let's not startle the snake and see."

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and it's not bad to wait and see what happens, so I always have to observe her follow-up movements.

After all, compared to detention and torture to judge the truth and falsehood of other people's words, Xie Zhao actually prefers to guess the true intentions of others through detailed observation.

This is not only trouble-free, but also worry-free, and very decent.

Wouldn't that be better?