Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 26

The weather is getting hotter.Xie Sanniang has already prepared a lot of summer clothes for me.On this day, I changed into a green silk skirt and was about to take a nap when Xie Sanniang suddenly called me to the small island in the middle of Mochou Lake and gave Yuan Feibai iced lotus seed soup.

When I came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake under the sun, Yuan Feibai was concentrating on painting.He only wore a satin white dress with the homely wishful cloud pattern, and his black hair was fastened with only a jasper hairpin, but he still looked like a fairy, with a noble air.Wei Hu waited on the side as usual.

"Third Master, the lotus seed soup is here, you can take a rest first, drink some to cool off the heat, and then paint!" I put down the soup cup.

Yuan Feibai recognized that it was me, raised his head, and smiled at me, "I just said who has such a loud voice, it really is Hibiscus, come here quickly."

I hate it, make me sound like a vegetable market aunt.I glared at him, walked over, and sat beside him according to his words.

Over the past month or so, his mood seems to have improved a lot.Since he listened to "The Daughter of the Sea" last time, he began to have a strong interest in the story of Auntie Hua, so I racked my brains to collect the "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Andersen's Fairy Tales", "One Thousand and One Nights", "Liao Zhai" Strange Tales" and other ancient and modern Chinese and foreign stories were told to him one by one.

In the beginning, it was only occasionally after dinner, and Suhui only called me Miss Mu sincerely at this time. Mr. Han and Sanniang gradually joined us. Later, I found that Wei Hu was also standing outside the door and listening carefully. The look in my eyes gradually changed from defensive and contemptuous to gentle.

To be honest, the reason why I am willing to tell stories one after another is because I really like Yuan Feibai's expression when listening to the story and the gentle eyes he looks at me.Even though he will ask some questions that make me very fascinated, such as why Sleeping Beauty's parents didn't marry Sleeping Beauty earlier, why the little sister of the Seven Swan Princes didn't tell her husband in writing, etc., but at least he no longer It is so cold, gloomy, and frightening to approach.

Out of maternal instinct, I sometimes think, if Yuan Feibai and I got to know each other earlier, I could tell him these stories of truth, kindness and beauty earlier, and give him a real and happy childhood, would he be happier?
He took the lotus seed soup and drank it slowly.I looked at his painting, and saw a lotus in full bloom in a lake.As expected of a well-known talented person in the world, he really has a beautiful pen and ink, a high-definition charm, and a natural ingenuity.His coloring is slightly embellished with thick colors, without halos, with subtle thoughts, unpredictable changes, and a high-spirited air.

I couldn't help but look at Yuan Feibai, and sincerely praised: "The third master's painting is really good."

Probably because he heard too many praises like this, he just smiled lightly, "Can you see you in this painting?"

Wow, I am delighted, he even compared me to this lotus flower in the lake!
I was looking at him narcissistically, but he slowly pointed at the group of ducks playing in the lake in the painting with his long and slender hands, it was still the smallest duck with the sparsest fur...

My smile suddenly broke, but he laughed loudly.This annoying person is not for nothing, sometimes I am a little too sentimental, but you don't have to entertain me like this.

I stood up unhappily and was about to leave, but he held me back, "Are you really angry? Mujin, I'm just kidding you."

I sat down again and stared at him.He smiled happily, "Good Hibiscus, don't be angry, come, write an inscription for me."

Hmph, dare to laugh at me as an ugly duckling.When I got angry, I pulled out a piece of paper, took out a quill pen and wrote:

The flowers of plants and trees on land and water are very lovely.High-ranking hermits only love chrysanthemums; since the prosperous age, the world has loved peonies very much.I love the lotus as it emerges from the mud but is not stained, it is clean but not demonic, it is straight in the middle and the outside is straight, it does not spread or branch, its fragrance is far away and clear, its pavilions are clean and planted, it can be seen from a distance but not played with.I call it the chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; the peony, the rich and noble of flowers; the lotus, the gentleman of flowers.Alas!The love of chrysanthemums is seldom heard in this world;

After finishing writing, I realized that he had already put away his joking smile, and was reading Zhou Dunyi's "Ai Lian Shuo" very seriously, and the sharp edge appeared in his eyes again.

Bad, this is the first time I've shown him my literary talents.

He slowly raised his head and looked at me inscrutablely.

It was so hot that I was sweating.I wiped my forehead, stood up and picked up the teacup, "Master, let me bring you another bowl."

"No need." He looked away, regained his gentleness, and smiled at me: "Mu Jin's writing is really good, Guangqian's poems have been widely circulated, I don't think his sister's literary talent is so superb."

Now if it is said that Song Minglei made it, it seems a bit too abrupt, so I can only say anxiously: "Third master Miao Zan, it is Mu Jin who made a fool of himself, how can Mu Jin be compared with Song Er Ge?"

I wanted to get back my quill, but he held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "I thought you were going to do something with a feather, but it turned out that it was to make such a...pen."

Of all the fine feathers he gave me, I liked the sky-blue and bright-yellow one best, so I made this long quill out of it.He tried to write a few times with my quill pen, nodded and said, "Sure enough, it's an ingenious idea, how did you come up with it?"

"Well, Mujin used to be in my hometown in Jianzhou, and sometimes I took a boat with the village uncle to go to the west and brought back some rare things. Mujin's calligraphy was poor, so Dad Yang bought it for me." This is the truth.

He raised his brows, smiled at me, and then seriously inscribed the "Ai Lian Shuo" I wrote on the painting with his brush, but when he wrote "Lotus' love, who is the same as the giver", he changed it to " The love of the lotus is the same as Mo Yin, and Mo Yin is the character of Yuan Feibai.I was startled, and was about to stop my words when he had finished writing and asked me to come over and sign the title.

You bastard, if this painting and this "Ai Lian Shuo" are spread, do you want me to be crushed to death by your fans, so that you can protect the lover of your dreams?
I walked over slowly and wrote my name slowly.Then his heart moved, he showed admiration to Yuan Feibai, and said, "Third Master, Mu Jin really likes this painting, can you give it to Mu Jin?"

He took a deep look at me, and unexpectedly, he smiled brightly, "Since Hibiscus likes it, let Suhui frame this painting, so you can put it away!"

Great, I let out a sigh of relief.I thanked Yuan Feibai softly, then blinked my eyes, pretending to be flattered, and looked at the painting again with joy.To be honest, he is really good at painting. After his woman's limelight is over, I will find a way to get Song Minglei to sign this for me, and then sell it on the market.The proud work of Young Master Snow Walker should be invaluable!Then take the money to treat Song Minglei and Biying to a meal, and save the rest in the bank...

While I was thinking wildly, a scorching heat came from my waist. It turned out that I didn't pay attention, and it turned out that Feibai's hand quietly wrapped around my waist at some point.I looked up in shock, but Yuan Feibai took the opportunity to kiss my neck: "Mujin, you smell so sweet."

I screamed in shock, is this kid out of heat?I pushed his chest, "Master, you, you... think about that ugly duck."

He didn't pay attention to my struggle at all, just murmured in my ear: "Yu Duai's lotus comes out of the mud without being stained, and the ripples are clean without being demonic."

The numbness and numbness, together with the boundless heat, spread throughout my limbs.I looked around, where was Wei Hu's shadow?
"Third Master, Guangqian's flying pigeon sent a letter..." Han Xiuzhu entered the gazebo excitedly, and when he saw this scene of stealing incense and jade, he naturally stopped in embarrassment.

Yuan Feibai finally let me go, I was flushed with embarrassment, and I jumped up and wanted to leave, but he seemed to be okay, wrapped his arms around my waist, and continued to force me to sit next to him.Muddy boy, you are not too hot!

Yuan Feibai said freely: "Mr. Han, but it's okay to say."

Mr. Han glanced at me hesitantly, and then said: "Congratulations to the third master, Guangqian's strategy really worked. He selected twenty beautiful beauties to King Guangyi of Nanzhao, and gave 20 taels of silver to Nanzhao. Zhaozuo Prime Minister Su Rong, Nanzhao withdrew from Ezhou City yesterday."

Ah, Song Minglei really adopted my strategy.

Yuan Feibai smiled, "What a Song Guangqian! Will he go to Luoyang tomorrow?"

"Exactly." Mr. Han glanced at me again, "Third Master, do you want to leave for the Luoyang Poetry Association today, and then meet Guangqian?"

"Yes, please trouble Mr. Han to take care of it for me."

Han Xiuzhu gave me a strange look before leaving.Yuan Feibai smiled at me and said, "I was the one who was abrupt just now, but Mujin is to blame for me?"

I didn't dare to look into his eyes at all, blushed uselessly, and shook my head.

He raised my chin, looked at me tenderly, and said sincerely: "I wanted to take you to see the famous places in Luoyang, but I was afraid that your body would not be able to withstand the fatigue along the way, and that would be a poetic visit." Friends are just the second thing, I want to win over some literati and Confucian scholars, and create some momentum for the Yuan family, I'm afraid I don't have time to take you around, this is also your second brother Song's clever plan. I hope you will forgive me."

I nodded in agreement, and then ran away, Yuan Feibai's loud laughter came from behind me.I couldn't sleep that night.

During Yuan Feibai's absence, I was free to come and go between Xifengyuan and Yubeizhai, but Yuan Feijue and Guo Erren mysteriously disappeared, so I had to compare Xiaozhong's legend with Biying all day long. The letter is faster or the flying pigeon of Xifengyuan is faster.Facts have proved that the two parties are equally fast in sending messages.

On May 25th of the second year of Yongye, Nanzhao accepted Dongting's peace agreement, obtained countless money and silk, beautiful women, and looted Ezhou City. On May [-], Nanzhao officially withdrew from Ezhou City, and the crisis of the original family was resolved. .

On the first day of June, Lu Bangdun, the Minister of Rites of the Qingliu faction who had never been involved in the party struggle between the Yuan family and the Dou family, put forward a proposal to expand the Royal Academy, which was unexpectedly supported by the Yuan family.Xi Zong, who has always been advocating literature, also agreed with this proposal, but Dou was worried that the country would have to pay huge war indemnities, the treasury would be empty, and it would not be able to build a college, so he strongly opposed this proposal.The Yuan family claimed that the country was in trouble and everyone was responsible, so they offered to give up the old house in Luling Mansion and provided one-third of the cost of books and silks.Xi Zonglong was so happy that he immediately named it Dayi Academy.

From then on, the Qingliu faction began to favor the Yuan clan, and the freedom of King Zhongxian and the eldest princess to enter and leave the palace was lifted.

On the sixth day of June, the largest annual literati gathering of the Dongting Dynasty—the Luoyang Poetry Fair, also known as the "Liu Liu Wenhui", was held in the magnificent city of Luoyang as scheduled.This poetry meeting was unprecedentedly grand, because it welcomed several distinguished guests from the capital, the romantic prince—Zhongxian Wang Yuanfeiqing, and the son of Qingquan who is known as the "Qingdu Qingquan"—Song Minglei.

However, what drove the majority of Confucian scholars crazy was the appearance of the head of the four sons, Mr. Yuan Feibai who stepped on the snow.

If the presence of the son-in-law Yuan Feiqing shows the Yuan family’s support for contemporary Confucianism, and the appearance of Song Minglei shows the Yuan family’s friendship with various literary schools, then the arrival of Yuan Feibai is a kind of conquest. The entire Luoyang City has conquered the pen of the entire Eastern Court.

In that era, literati and bureaucrats were often popular with e-crown belts, high sandals and loose clothes.And Yuan Feibai still has a hosta hairpin, white clothes fluttering, he does not overwhelm others with his prominent family background, nor does he arouse pity with his disabled legs. When talking and laughing, beautiful articles are blurted out.It turned out that Fei Bai had already become famous very early, and the celebrities of his uncle's generation naturally praised him vigorously, while the younger generation immediately fell in love with him after seeing his peerless demeanor.Each of his poems has been widely circulated, from the woman drawing water by the well to the current emperor can read a few lines of his famous poems.Whenever Yuan Feibai enters and exits the market, everyone old and young in Luoyang scrambles to surround him, proud of being able to see his peerless beauty.Both men and women in the city scrambled to imitate her behavior and dress, and the price of hosta skyrocketed several times overnight, and the supply was in short supply.For a while, Yuan Feibai became the spokesperson of Dongting culture and fashion, and the image of the Yuan family as a brutal warrior with power and dictatorship began to change in the hearts of literati. .

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw it, and my stomach ached from laughing with Biying.On the night of the full moon, Xie Sanniang found the portrait of Mrs. Xie, which was originally painted by Fei Feibai herself, and set up an altar in the backyard. She prayed to Mrs. Xie with tears in her eyes, saying that the third master will help the general achieve great things just around the corner, and now there is a wooden girl to take care of her. The sky is alive, and Jiuquan should be smiling.

She forced me to offer incense to Mrs. Xie. At that time, I just admired in my heart that the beauty in the painting is so dressy and lifelike, which shows the high skill of painting. Then I was stunned to find that the painting was signed in Xin Chou year.This year is the year of Jiyou, that is to say, this painting was painted by Yuan Feibai when he was ten years old, and he was indeed a child prodigy.

My heart moved, this must be what he drew for Mrs. Xie the year she passed away!Can't help but feel pity in my heart.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and kowtow to Mrs. Xie, praying secretly: Mrs. Xie, you can go with peace of mind and pride.How outstanding your son is, he has conquered the entire academic world of the East Court, and one day he will conquer and get the entire East Court Dynasty.I hope you can bless him to stand up as soon as possible, to be able to laugh heartily one day, and to find a girl who is better, more beautiful and loves him than me to take care of him.

To be honest, your son is so attractive, I really don't know how long I can resist it.

When this idea came to me, I was taken aback.I looked up at Mrs. Xie's remains. She just smiled gently at me in the painting, as if she was standing in front of my eyes.

On June [-], the lotus blooms more abundantly.Amidst the lively chirping of cicadas, Yuan Feibai, who was full of spring breeze, came back, and behind him stood Second Brother Song, who I hadn't seen for a long time, looking at me with a smile.

I walked towards him with a smile on my face, but Yuan Feibai stopped me and told me to make tea first.

Yes, make tea, make tea.While Yuan Feibai was talking to Suhui, I quietly pointed out two fingers to Song Minglei, who also turned his back on Yuan Feibai, winked at me with his head tilted, and raised two fingers.

Is it my illusion?Song Minglei has always been handsome, but in my impression he has always been a young man with a feather fan and a scarf as clear as water. Now he is still handsome, but he has a coquettish smile under the tall and tall crown, and his physique is even more ape-armed under the gorgeous clothes and brocade robes waist.There is a kind of gorgeousness that transcends gender between the imposing brows?That kind of gorgeousness is actually comparable to that of Mr. Yulang!
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