Qing Dynasty Crossover

Chapter 313
After Yinzhen took a three-day bath, Qi Luo was still very happy when he found out, and carefully considered the need to persuade him and let him understand what it means to combine work and rest.Wishes are beautiful, but it is really difficult to change Yinzhen, even Muxiu is busy in his study, Qi Luo has no choice but to shake his head secretly.I can't control Yinzhen, only Hongli is in charge, so Qi Luo hugged Hongli and began to teach him some simple and educational things, distinguishing colors, looking at pictures and talking, as long as Hongli sat in Qi Luo's arms, those dark eyes Always with a smile on his face, he rubs against Qi Luo obediently.

Nanny Qin came in to report, "Fu Jin, someone from the palace is here to pass the decree." Qi Luo was stunned for a moment, seeing Hongli holding a calligraphy and painting, looking at her excitedly, pinching Hongli's small face "for a while Erniang will accompany you again." Hongli pursed his lips, did not speak, looked at Qi Luo pitifully, and Qi Luo shook his head. Among the three children, Hongli was the most coquettish one, and kissed Hongli's forehead lightly. , Instructing Nanny Ying next to him to take good care of Hongli before getting up and leaving.

It was Li Dequan who delivered the decree in the palace. Yinzhen took Qi Luo and wanted to kneel down to receive the decree. Li Dequan stopped him with a smile, "Prince Yong, the emperor ordered you not to kneel to accept it." Yinzhen was a little moved and nodded calmly, but Still standing respectfully, Li Dequan read out the imperial decree, and Qi Luo laughed inwardly after hearing this. Generally speaking, he was Ama's beloved son, rewarded a lot of medicinal materials, and hoped that his son would take care of himself and continue to work hard to relieve his worries. It's the special relationship of the royal family.Feeling the warmth from Yinzhen's body, Qi Luo still felt a little distressed. After Li Dequan finished reading the imperial decree, Yinzhen knelt down and said, "I thank the emperor for your kindness." After Zhen died, Li Dequan handed over the imperial decree to Yinzhen and helped him up, "Prince Yong, the emperor has a decree, this is yours"

Yinzhen took the imperial decree and said seriously, "Huang Ama sympathizes with this king, but the reason cannot be dismissed, and this king is healthy, how can he break the rules?" Li Dequan sighed softly, glanced at Qi Luo, and said softly, "Sifu Jin , the emperor has a command to let you compose a poem." Qi Luo was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yinzhen with some embarrassment, "Why did Huang Ama ask me to compose a poem? I haven't written a poem for a long time."

"Sifu Jin, the emperor said that you have not lost your spirituality, so you can naturally compose good poems. This is the emperor's will." Li Dequan said in the same embarrassment. In this case, he could only copy poems according to the order.Qi Luo walked towards the study, and Yinzhen and Li Dequan naturally followed. Li Dequan explained softly to Yinzhen, "Don't worry, Si elder brother, this poem will not be published. The emperor just wants that fake and noble person to understand that Sifu Jin only learned it." Her status is so honorable that she doesn't even deserve to mention it."

Yinzhen's eyes flickered. Thinking of the secret report last night, it seemed that Huang Ama was ready to do something. He just used Qi Luo's talent to attack her arrogance. That woman deserves it?Fortunately, this matter would not be spread, otherwise Qi Luo's identity would have been lost by no means. At this time, Yinzhen realized that Kangxi really hated that woman, and even three feet of white silk could not dispel the hatred.Entering the study room that only belonged to Qi Luo, Li Dequan saw at a glance a picture of plum and snow hanging behind the desk, and a small poem next to it, and looked at Qi Luo who was sitting on a chair and thinking deeply with a brush, Li Dequan asked softly, "Si Fujin, is this painting behind you?"

Qi Luo was thinking about the appropriateness of copying that poem, and he replied casually, "It was a work I made for my own entertainment a few days ago, which made Director Li laugh." Yinzhen sighed heavily, Li Dequan's eyes lit up, and he smiled. He said, "Sifu Jin, the emperor also likes to paint, how about letting the emperor taste it?" Qi Luo raised his head at this time, his eyes showed surprise, and declined, "It's better not to, my level, how can I get into Huang Ama's class?" Eyes? Don't make a fool of yourself."

"Sifujin is too humble. Although the slave doesn't know how to paint, but looking at this picture of snow plums, it fits the situation and the situation. The emperor must like it." Seeing that Qi Luo wanted to say something else, Yinzhen coughed lightly, "Then please trouble Mr. Li." Presenting this painting to Huang Ama is considered a filial piety by Wang Fujin, and I hope to make Huang Ama smile." The girl rubbing ink next to her took off the painting under Yinzhen's instruction, rolled it up and put it in a box Pass it to Li Dequan.

Seeing Qi Luo's reluctance, Yin Zhen came to her side, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to think about other things when you write poetry with peace of mind." Qi Luo tapped his forehead with a brush, feeling a little resentful in his heart. Jun, the workers of heaven strive for innovation day by day.Advance 500 years of new ideas, and feel old again when the millennium arrives.Li Du's poems have been handed down thousands of times, but they are no longer new.Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.Only the eyes must rely on their own opinions, and the art courts are filled with yellowing.The dwarves have never seen a play before, and they always gossip with others.It is difficult to learn a language when you are young, and it is only half of your time.When I am old, I know that it is not a matter of strength, three parts of personnel and seven parts of heaven.Poems to explain the poor I am not empty, because poetry has not yet worked.Xiong Yu laughed to himself that he was very greedy, he wanted work and poetry but was afraid of poverty. '

But after finishing writing, Qi Luo realized that something seemed inappropriate. The poem was a little too grand, and Yinzhen next to him couldn't hide his surprise. He looked at her with doubts and scrutiny, and deliberately tore up the piece of paper, but wouldn't that be the case? Trying to cover up?He looked at Yinzhen pitifully, handed the written poem to Li Dequan, sat there and said nothing.Li Dequan carefully installed the poems and paintings, saluted Yinzhen and returned to the palace to deliver the order.

Yinzhen looked at the battered Qi Luo and pondered for a while, the changeable person in front of him belonged to him no matter what, and was his son's mother-in-law, no one could take it away from him.When he came to the front, he hugged Qi Luo first, then sat on the chair, watching her lean into his arms, Yinzhen was satisfied, and asked, "My lord, that poem is well done, are you not satisfied?"

"My head is dizzy, when will I change my temper?" Qi Luo leaned on Yinzhen's shoulder, feeling very depressed, is it because the peaceful days have passed for a long time and will not be reconciled if there are no waves?Such a grand poem was copied out on impulse?What do you think of this suspicious person and that supreme Kangxi in front of you?Carefully looking at Yinzhen's face, Qi Luo said pitifully, "That poem was written when I was studying poetry in the boudoir. It was thanks to Mrs. Yu's modification. Otherwise, how could I write it with my talents?" Come out, this can be considered a co-author, sir, do you think Mrs. Yu will blame me? Does this count as plagiarism?"

Speaking of Qi Luo's blushing, her eyes seemed to have a bit of embarrassment, Yinzhen sighed and touched her earrings, "Your teacher probably won't blame you, but will be very proud of having such a smart student like you." Feeling that Qi Luo's face was getting redder, Yinzhen continued, "Okay, don't worry, you are composing poems by order, Huang Amana, you should know it well. That's what Huang Ama values, and those poems and songs are just icing on the cake."

"Master, you're right. Actually, I really can't make any more poems. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of this one. What should I do if Huang Ama orders again in the future?" Seeing grievances and complaints, he clutched Yinzhen's skirt, looked at Yinzhen with some worry and fear, and even trembled slightly from time to time.

There was a bit of pity in Yinzhen's heart. He could feel Qi Luo's trouble when he was composing the poem just now. He patted Qi Luo's back lightly and comforted him in a low voice, "It's okay, I won't let this happen again." If you don’t like to write poetry, you can’t do it well. I don’t value these at all. Those people who only know the sad autumn moon and don’t understand the world, don’t you care about them? If there is no food, they can’t be noble, the emperor Ama is too tolerant of these scholars. How can there be such a reason for not paying their salary when they are not doing their jobs? And these sour scholars may look down on our Qing Dynasty from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that the people are all barbarians, and they may be thinking about anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty in their hearts."

Looking at the stern look in Yinzhen's eyes, Qi Luo was secretly startled. The future literary inquisition was not planted at this time, and he wanted to escape, but now the crime is even greater?Yinzhen came back to his senses, looked at Qi Luo's face turned pale, and felt even more pity in his heart, how could he say these words to her?He softened his tone and changed the subject, "I just saw that when you wrote poems, your handwriting has improved a bit. It seems that you have also put some effort into it. Today, my father is free, so I will teach you."

Qi Luo could only sit up straight with her head drooping and practice calligraphy under Yinzhen's guidance. In fact, with her easy-going personality, she felt that her handwriting was already good enough and she didn't need to practice any more. Yinzhen can only listen to the yelling.However, as he wrote down slowly, feeling Yinzhen's carefulness, Qi Luo's agitated heart gradually calmed down, and his hand holding the brush became more stable.

Slowly in the study, only the sound of the brush writing on the paper was heard, Yinzhen leaned on the chair, looked at Qi Luo who was writing seriously in front of him with a bit of tenderness in his eyes, slightly closed his eyes, enjoying the rare peace laid back.After Qi Luo finished writing a piece of paper, he dropped his wrist, glanced behind him secretly, and found that Yinzhen was resting with his eyes closed, his eyes rolled a bit, wanting to be lazy, Yinzhen bent the corner of his mouth, "Continue." Qi Luo Pouted, picked up the pen and continued to write, muttering in a low voice, "You thought you were asleep? You know how to bully me." Yinzhen moved his ears, and the smile on his face grew a little bit.

After Li Dequan returned to the palace, he handed over Qi Luo's poems, calligraphy and paintings. Kangxi opened it and was very happy. I don't like fighting for wind, but how can she hide among the crowd? This poem is grand, and I like it better. It seems that the fourth child raised her well. This picture of snowy plums is also good, and it is a little less useless Noble, a little more lively and popular, it complements the poem next to it."

Kangxi murmured, "Talents come out of Jiangshan, each leading the way for hundreds of years. It's rare, especially rare, just." Shaking his head and sighing secretly, this poem must not be known to others, otherwise she will be in the middle of the wind again, to Yinzhen Not good either, which is a shame.Li Dequan said with a smile, "Your Majesty, this painting was begged from Si Fujin by the slave, and Si Fujin is very reluctant."

Kangxi shook his head, smiled lightly and said, "It would be weird if she was willing to do so. This girl's painting skills have improved a lot. Originally, I planned to let you go to Twelve Elder Brothers again, but it seems that it is useless. You put these Send it to Concubine De, she should know what to do, tell her not to talk any more, and bring it back to me after use."

"Hey, slave is going to Yonghe Palace now." Kangxi held the teacup, his eyes were sharp and mocking, "How dare a lowly maid question my valued daughter-in-law? In the future Qing Dynasty, I think you don't know how to live or die. Wouldn't it be too much for you to die?" Is it cheaper for you? I will let you know that you are not as good as dust, and dare to dream of going to the sky to confuse Yinzhen?"

(End of this chapter)