Qing Palace Dream Like Smoke·Moyu

Chapter 207

The blooming spring has come again.In this season, the sun is shining, the wind is warm, and the fragrance of flowers is overwhelming, which can always make people temporarily forget their worries, sorrows, resentments and resentments, and feel the vitality and vitality of the revival of all things and the splendor of flowers.

The face is not cold and the willow wind is blowing, and the green poplar smoke is in the middle of the outside painting. After Kangxi visited the villa of the third elder brother, he was very interested, and then went to the Old Summer Palace given to the fourth elder brother. Hearing that the fourth elder brother taught Hongshi homework behind the garden, he did not let After people passed on, Kangxi and his group went to the garden by themselves.

The Yuanmingyuan was first built, and along the way, the winding water flows, the pavilions, bridges and pavilions are looming, and there are pastoral gardens, wild and leisurely, and the scenery is beautiful, which is another kind of scenery than the villas of Changchunyuan and San Age.

Just entering the Old Summer Palace, Mo Yu couldn't feel at ease, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, she just lowered her eyebrows and followed Li De's whole body without turning her eyes.

Not far away, he heard the sound of a stream flowing. Mo Yu couldn't help but look up, and couldn't help being stunned.In front of the rockery, under the green moss and blue stones, there is a gurgling spring, full of vitality, coming slowly, and throbbing in my heart, as if I have come to the stream of the bamboo forest that day.

Surprisingly, there is a bamboo pavilion built along the stream, which is quiet and elegant. The apricot blossoms beside the pavilion are in full bloom.No matter how bad Mo Yu's mood was, she couldn't help secretly praising her, she was extremely beautiful.

It's just that the atmosphere in the pavilion didn't seem to be very pleasant. When the fourth elder brother was frowning and reprimanding Hong, the thirteenth elder brother smiled and stood aside to persuade him.Seeing Kangxi approaching, several people quickly knelt down and saluted.After Kangxi asked, he realized that it was Hongshi who had naughtily smashed the jade paperweight on the case.

Kangxi laughed and said: "The paperweight was originally a copper stone that has been used for a long time. Although this jade is beautiful, it is not practical, and it loses the original meaning of the thing. It is not a big deal. A few words of reprimand will be enough." That's all."

Hongshi was well-behaved, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to thank him, he was lucky, if the grandpa didn't come just in time, he would be severely punished again.

Kangxi walked to the table with a smile, and saw rice paper on the table, with two lines written, "Words are not true white, words are not as red as red." It was Yang Wanli's "Apricot Blossom", he nodded, Turning around to look at the people standing outside the pavilion, he said with a smile, "Come over and see how the word is written."

Li Dequan, Mo Yu, and Rong Hua entered the pavilion in response, and went up to look at the painting. Li Dequan said yes, but Mo Yu was not in the mood at all, and he didn't bother to take a closer look, so he just nodded and praised in response to the situation.But Rong Hua said: "The handwriting is good, but it seems that it was not written by one person. Compared with the previous handwriting, the writing power of the three characters '不如红' is more free and easy."

Kangxi smiled appreciatively: "It's still Ronghua's eyesight, these three characters should be written by Brother Thirteen, right?"

Thirteen replied: "Yes, my son saw that the fourth brother hadn't finished writing, so he added a few words on a whim."

Kangxi picked up his pen with great interest and said: "I am also here to join in the fun, the last two sentences are..." Looking at Rong Hua with a smile, Rong Hua smiled lightly: "Please don't look at the work of heaven, please." .” Kangxi nodded, and with a swipe of his pen, he finished a painting in a smooth manner.

(End of this chapter)