When the emperor put away the sword, Zhao Jia had already come back with a piano bag, the emperor smiled slightly, asked Zhao Jia to put the piano bag on the boat, and then said to Yu Hui'er: "Girl, get on the boat." ”

Yu Hui'er nodded, and the emperor also got on the boat, and the boatman rocked the canopy boat, and when he reached the center of the lake, a guard lit the incense, prepared the piano table, and then the emperor sat down to play the piano.

Mrs. Ci'en also likes music, Yu Hui'er has been exposed to it since she was a child, although she can't play musical instruments, but she still knows what others play.

After listening for a while, she heard it and said softly: "Bright white horse, eat my field seedlings." The maintenance of the silk is eternal and present. The so-called Yiren, Yu Yan is free? The white horse eats my field. The maintenance of the silk is forever. The so-called Yiren, Yu Yanjiake? ”

This is the white horse of Xiaoya in the Book of Poetry, Yu Hui'er understands that this poem can be either the Lord of the Ming Dynasty hoping that the virtuous minister can come back, or it can refer to the man thinking about his beautiful woman again. Whatever it means, it is a kind of reminiscence of the past, hoping to return to the past.

Yu Hui'er looked at the sad look on the emperor's face, presumably the second possibility was more likely.

After the emperor finished playing, he cried loudly, and everyone couldn't help but be surprised, thinking about what was going on, but after the emperor cried, he quickly returned to normal, and asked Yu Hui'er with a smile: "The old man is usually used to being profligate, so you are frightened, girl." ”

Yu Hui'er was surprised to see these guards, thinking that this was just a lie, but she didn't want to pursue anything, so she just asked curiously: "Uncle, why are you playing this white horse?" Do you miss your friends, or do you miss your loved ones? ”

"I'm not afraid of girls' jokes, the old man just misses a girl in his dreams?"

"The girl of your dreams?"

"Yes, among the literati, when they are depressed, they always fantasize about the beauty to solve their worries, since this reality is not, they have to find it in their dreams, the so-called goddess has a dream, whether it is a goddess in a dream, or a dream of a goddess, this is indistinguishable, and it has been sung by the literati for many years."

Yu Hui'er nodded as if she didn't understand, looked at the emperor and said, "I didn't expect that if you are such a free and easy person, I will also have times when you are unwilling." ”

"Haha, that's just a young man, so I hope that the goddess will fall asleep, after so many years, the old man has long needed the goddess to dream again, and he will be relieved for the old man, but ......" In the end, the emperor's voice was a little low and murmured: "If you can, the old man hopes to see her again." ”

As he spoke, the emperor said to the guards, "Are you ready with pen and paper?" "The guards had already prepared, took out the four treasures of the high-grade study room from their bags, and then began to grind.

The emperor began to look around and began to paint, Yu Hui'er watched from the sidelines, and admired it a little in her heart, this person is a good talent, he can play the piano music and paint with a pen.

Yu Hui'er looked at the emperor and painted the night scene of this Liri Lake, but after painting the lake scene, the emperor suddenly painted a big mountain in the center of the lake, the mountain was smoky, there were cranes, dead pines and fairy palaces, in the fairy palace, faintly sketched the figure of a woman. The emperor also wrote a poem in the margin.

"The white stone rock is full of moss, and the Shangqing has to be late. A spring dream rain often drifts tiles, and the spirit wind is not satisfied with the flag all day long. The calyx green flower comes to no fixed place, and the duran incense has not moved. Yulang will pass through the immortal book here, and ask Zizhi from the heavenly level. On the third day of the first month of the thirteenth year of the Constitution, the six old people were born in the Holy Maiden Temple in Lizheng Lake. ”

The poem is written in Yan style, and the latter inscription, Yu Huier can't understand it, it seems to be a thin gold body, but there is no thin gold body, the words are not ugly, but they are not good-looking. At this time, the emperor said to Zhao Jia: "Take out the seal of the six wasted old men." Zhao Jia took out a few seals from his arms, and after looking at them carefully, he took out a seal, and then the emperor stamped it. Smile slightly.

At this time, Yu Huier clapped her hands and said: "My husband is really good at writing, writing poems and paintings, all in one go." The emperor thought for a while, smiled and said, "Today is interesting, how about I give you a pair of words?" ”

Yu Hui'er saw that he was interested, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that the little girl hasn't read a few books, and the ink in her chest is limited, I'm afraid my husband ......."

"It's okay, you and I fall in love, and the old man hasn't had such a happy time for a long time."

Saying that, the emperor took out the pen and paper again, and began to walk the dragon with the pen, the word is like a flying phoenix, this Yu Hui'er knows, it is Huaicao, there are many people who learn this kind of font, but there are not many people who can write well. The Wu Changle in front of her is the best she has ever seen to write Huaicao.

After she finished writing, she looked at it and read it.

"The green grass in Dongting is accompanied by the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no wind at all. Yujian Qiongtian is 30,000 hectares, and I have a leaf in the boat. The moon is shining, the bright river is reflected together, and the surface and the inside are clear. Leisurely heart, the beauty is difficult to say to you! Ying Nian Ling table has been going on for years, the lonely light shines on itself, and the liver and gallbladder are ice and snow. Short hair, Xiao Sao's sleeves are cold, the steady pan Cangxi is wide, the West River is drawn, the Beidou is carefully poured, Vientiane is the guest, the strings are roaring, I don't know what day it is? ”

The following questions are the same as the previous ones, except that this is Nian Nujiao who recorded Zhang Yuhu.

"Okay, this Vientiane is a guest, and only champions like Zhang Yuhu can write it, how can ordinary down-and-out literati have such courage."

Yu Hui'er praised the words, and then praised the emperor, saying that the emperor's cursive handwriting, even if Huaisu is reincarnated, is nothing more than that.

The emperor just smiled and said: "It's a pity that although the old man is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he can rarely play the piano and chess, write books and paint." God made the old man better than others in everything, but he didn't make the old man's son better than me. ”

Yu Hui'er persuaded: "Uncle, if your son has half of your level, it is enough to be a famous Confucian, why do you have to ask so high?" ”

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and thousands of thoughts passed through his heart, and he thought for a while and said: "That's it, I'm so happy today, talking about these big hurt scenery, big hurt scenery." ”

The emperor doesn't talk about these things, he talks about the present and the past, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, everything is elegant, he knows everything and is perfect. Yu Hui'er thought to herself that this person said that Wei Baiyun was the first Confucian in the world and the most knowledgeable, and now it seems that this old man Wu is a master of learning.

Yu Hui'er sincerely admired and said: "Uncle Wu, although the little girl does not have much knowledge, but I also heard that you are highly educated, I am afraid that today, in terms of erudition, you are the champion." The emperor laughed and said: "But I just read some idle books, before the old man was sixteen years old, there was nothing else to do except read, even after the age of sixteen, he could only read all day long." ”

Speaking of this, the emperor said again: "The ancients said that it was difficult to do learning, but it was only because there were no famous teachers and classics, and the old man had just both, so he felt that it was not difficult to do learning." However, the old man is not willing to be a bookshelf to find chapters and sentences, and what the old man learned is to cultivate Qi Zhiping and help the people through the world. ”

Speaking of this, Yu Hui'er opened her mouth and said, "I don't know if you are an official, uncle?" ”

The emperor couldn't help but smile when he heard this question, he never thought that someone would ask him such a question, the emperor smiled and said: "What is the good thing about being an official, even if I am made emperor, the old man still thinks that the dragon chair is too hard." When Yu Hui'er heard this, she was overjoyed, and then sighed and said: "It's a pity that you are not used by the imperial court, if the imperial court appoints you as the third division, it will not be so chaotic." ”

Hearing this, the emperor asked: "Listening to the girl's tone, I have always been dissatisfied with the imperial court. ”

"Yes, in front of my father-in-law, I, Yu Hui'er, can't tell lies, this court is mediocre, and most of the ministers appointed are ministers and traitors. As for those nobles, they all oppressed the people, and the people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. ”

"Huh? I don't know what the girl thinks is a loyal minister and what a minister is. ”

Yu Hui'er said loudly: "My master said, first to govern the country and then to be loyal to the king, that is, to be a loyal minister, if you are loyal to the monarch first and then to govern the country, it is like a minister who wants me, he clearly knows that I am wronged, but he does not dare to offend Wan Quanbo, this is the first to be loyal to the king, first to be loyal, and then to govern the country." ”

"The girl's loyalty is good, this can govern the world, and it will inevitably be loyal, if you only know how to be obedient and can't do things, this obedience will also be discounted." When the emperor said this, there was a sudden shout of killing from the shore, and the emperor looked at Zhao Jia unhappily, and Zhao Jia was so frightened that he knelt on the boat and kept kowtowing.

Yu Hui'er looked at the emperor suspiciously, and the emperor smiled and said, "He is persuading the old man to avoid it as soon as possible, so as not to suffer from unwarranted disasters." But the son of a daughter doesn't sit in the hall, so let's wait here, presumably those thugs won't come to the lake to arrest the old man. ”

When Zhao Jia heard this, he also said with interest: "Master, wait a minute, presumably these people will leave soon." ”

"I'm a little sleepy, the old man will rest first, Zhao Jia, when the ship docks, you can go and return the qin, and then bring your bags."

Zhao Jia and the others hurriedly asked the boatman to bring the boiled water, some of them served the emperor to wash, and some of them arranged the beds in the boat.

When he was ready, the emperor slept in his clothes, and several of the guards also took off their cloaks and put them on top of them to prevent the emperor from catching a cold.

At this time, Yu Hui'er saw that the emperor put two pieces of jade the size of a bean before going to bed, and she was secretly surprised in her heart, she also had this habit, this is a jade called Yao, also known as ear filling, is a ritual vessel, it used to be tied to the crown of Pingtian, and later it was also used among nobles, this ear filling can block the sound and make people sleep quietly, but to avoid insects from crawling into the ears.

There are not many people in the aristocracy who use ear filling, mainly because this thing takes a while to get used to, and many aristocratic compounds are silent at night, so naturally there is no need to fill ears. Filling ears is a habit left over from the family.

She will think about today, but there is a guess in her heart, the surname Wu has his own family, and Wu Changle said that he is unwilling to be an official, this is obviously the person from the Wu family in Huaihua.

The contradiction between the Wu family in Huaihua and today's saints is understood by many people in the world.

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