The best eunuch

Cai Jing, Liang Shicheng and Yang Jian gave a total of five brocade boxes to Liang Xin.Liang Xin opened it and saw that the contents of the four brocade boxes of Cai Jing and Liang Shicheng were almost the same.Two boxes of Qianyin worth [-] guan, and two boxes of fine gold bars.

There is no need to guess that the two boxes of gold bars were given to Yang Jian, because all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knew that Yang Jian had a special preference for gold.Anyone who bribed him would usually give him gold.

The other is the brocade box that Yang Jian gave to Liang Xin. When he opened it, Liang Xin was still shocked by Yang Jian's generosity.It is also Qian Yin, but the total amount is an astonishing one hundred thousand strings.There is also a token, holding this token, Liang Xin can enter and leave the palace at any time in the future.

After breakfast and washing up, Liang Xin put on the eunuch uniform of his imperial servant under the service of two maids.The style of the clothes was not much different from ordinary eunuch clothes, but the color had changed to dark red, and the texture was silky satin.

After changing his clothes, Yang Jian specifically asked Liang Xin to enter the palace with him in a sedan chair.On the way into the palace, Yang Jian carefully explained to Liang Xin the work content of his imperial servant.

Basically, Yang Jian only focused on telling Liang Xin about Zhao Ji's preferences, the rules of flipping cards, and the process of changing clothes for the emperor.Among these three things, what Liang Xin remembers most is the rule of flipping cards.

According to the rules in the palace, every time the emperor and the queen or concubine had intercourse, Liang Xin had to record the date in detail as evidence of conception.

After dinner every day, Liang Xin had to put a plaque with the concubine's name on it on a silver plate, then kneel on the ground and hold the silver plate high, waiting for the emperor's orders.

If the emperor wanted to go to any concubine, he would reach out and turn over her number plate.Then Liang Xin had to immediately notify the eunuch on duty.Let them inform the concubine chosen by the emperor first, and let her wash and prepare.

Then came the drama, which was the most exciting part for Liang Xin.After the concubine had finished washing, Liang Xin had to go to check it, and then asked four eunuchs on duty to wrap her naked body in a special feather coat and carry it to the emperor's bedroom.

Just talking about Liang Xin makes me feel hot all over. Just imagine how exciting it would be for a normal man to hear that he can watch the naked body of the emperor's wife at will?

After entering the palace, Yang Jian first took Liang Xin to Genyue's Wansui Mountain to meet Zhao Ji, and when he arrived at the Wansui Mountain, the little eunuch told Yang Jian that his majesty was painting at the Chaoyun Pavilion.

After Yang Jian nodded, he took Liang Xin to Chaoyun Pavilion directly. After seeing Zhao Ji, Liang Xin was about to kneel down and salute. Yang Jian quickly pulled him back and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is meditating on the painting, don't disturb him."

"Meditation on painting?" Liang Xin was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he found that Zhao Ji was indeed holding the paintbrush in his right hand, and his left hand was pressing the book case with his eyes closed, looking ethereal and happy.

After about five or six minutes, Zhao Ji suddenly opened his eyes and began to sketch on the drawing paper with a brush.Zhao Ji stopped drawing for about ten minutes.

"It's not finished." Liang Xin thought to himself.Yang Jian walked over with Liang Xin and kowtowed: "Old slave Yang Jian, slave Liang Xin, kowtow to the emperor. Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

"Let's get back to normal." Zhao Ji frowned, looking at his painting just now.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yang Jian and Liang Xin stood up.Liang Xin took a closer look at Zhao Ji's paintings with his head on his head. Judging from Liang Xin's gaze of looking at masterpieces of famous artists, Zhao Ji's paintings are definitely regarded as superior works.The layout of the picture is just right. Although it is only a few simple strokes, the posture of the geese taking off and the charm have been painted very vividly.

However, Liang Xin could also see that there was a blank space on the drawing paper, and there should be a poem missing.

Zhao Ji held the paintbrush for a long time and couldn't write down. After a while, Zhao Ji put down the brush and sighed: "After all, it can't be done in one go. It's a pity."

"It's a pity to give up such an excellent work by the Holy One. As far as the slaves have seen the paintings so far, no one has painted geese that can surpass the Holy One." Liang Xin stared at the painting on the desk, and said with a look of feeling.

Zhao Ji looked back at Liang Xin and smiled, "You slave, do you also have research on painting?"

"I dabbled in hunting when I was young, and it's really unsightly compared to the works of the Holy One." Liang Xin said humbly, but secretly recalled all the paintings that he had seen that were related to wild geese.

"Hehe. I just got it by chance." Zhao Ji pointed to the last wild goose in the group of wild geese in the painting and said, "This group of wild geese nested in Longevity Mountain, and I have a fate. But now they are about to return, One of them was shot down with a slingshot by a young eunuch. The geese flew away, but this one went searching for its mate without a trace, and finally chose to crash into a rock to die in love. It's really sad."

"I want to write a poem to describe the grief of this wild goose, but I can't think of a good sentence. It's a pity."

Zhao Ji shook his head while talking, and suddenly saw Liang Xin's eyes lit up after he was thinking hard.Zhao Ji's heart moved, and he asked with a smile: "Could it be that Liang Xin has already completed poetry in your heart?"

Liang Xin nodded and said: "Returning to the sage, the slave also occasionally feels something in his heart when he listens to the sage. If the sage grants his permission, the slave is willing to show his ugliness."

"Okay. You come." Zhao Ji handed the brush in his hand to Liang Xin.Liang Xin took it and dipped the inkstone on the inkstone, Zhao Ji smiled and said: "You slave must have really good works, otherwise I will punish you for dishonoring my paintings."

Liang Xin turned back and smiled and said: "This work of the slave is based on the feeling I got from the Holy Majesty's narration. Whether it is good or bad depends on how deep or shallow the Holy Majesty gave the servant."

"Oh?" Zhao Ji didn't expect Liang Xin to dare to turn against the general. After a moment of surprise, he raised his head and laughed loudly: "Okay, I'll just wait and see what good sentences you can write, if it's really good, I will definitely There are many rewards."

"The slave will thank the Holy One first."

After Liang Xin finished speaking, he wrote a stroke. The font he used was the cursive script of Wang Xizhi, the calligraphy sage.This kind of font complements the elegant and concise style of Zhao Ji's paintings, as if they were all made by one person.

After finishing writing, Zhao Ji went up to look at it and said with a smile, "No matter what the content of the poem is, I will reward you for your good writing."

Zhao Ji read what Liang Xin wrote while talking, and just the first sentence at the beginning shocked Zhao Ji.I saw Zhao Ji's complexion changed drastically, and he murmured: "Ask what love is in the world, and teach people how to live and die? Flying guests from all over the world, the old wing has several cold and heat. Fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiots in the midst, Mr. Ying There is something to say. Stratus cloud for thousands of miles, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who does the shadow go to?..."

"Okay!" Zhao Ji clapped and yelled like a drunk, and then Zhao Ji turned around and shouted to Yang Jian: "Go, hurry up, and immediately bring all the musicians in the palace to me. I have to listen carefully to this music score and singing." What a flavor."

Zhao Ji kept silent at first and almost didn't scare Yang Jian to death, for fear that Liang Xin's poor poems would anger the emperor.Seeing Zhao Ji's excitement at this moment, Yang Jian immediately understood that Liang Xin's poem must have won the emperor's joy.

Yang Jian nodded excitedly and said, "Your Majesty, wait a moment, the servants will go and invite the musicians immediately."

After a while, the musicians in the palace came under the urging of Yang Jian.Zhao Ji immediately handed over the painting just now to the chief musician Jiang Cheng Mingdao: "I give you three days to compose the best music in the world for this poem. I believe that such a poem will attract the world to sing."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jiang Chengming took the painting and looked at it. He was shocked when he saw it, and then he slapped him with a sincere flattery: "Your Majesty's word is really a rare masterpiece. I must The Academy of Metrics puts all its heart and soul into creating good music.”

"Jiang Qing's family's words are wrong. I didn't write this word, but it was written by my servant Liang Xin." Zhao Ji pointed sideways at Liang Xin.

Jiang Chengming looked at Liang Xin, and was shocked by Liang Xin's youth, and also impressed by Liang Xin's literary talent.Jiangcheng Minggong cupped his hands and said: "Liang Huangmen is really a young hero, and I am impressed by his extraordinary literary talent."

Liang Xin didn't dare to be proud, after all, the word was plagiarized, and he was still a little ashamed.Seeing Jiang Chengming bowing his hands and saluting, Liang Xin quickly returned the salute and said: "Chairman Jiang is really serious, and I just got the emperor's affectionate narration, and it's just a wonderful hand. His Majesty should be the one who really created this word. "

Thousands of people wear flattery but don't wear it, Liang Xin's words are enough to prove that his magical skills of flattery have reached the point where it can be seen.Standing aside, Yang Jian laohuai comforted him, sighing in his heart that there are successors, there are successors.