Under the gaps between lotus leaves, koi carps swim slowly.
With the wind, the lotus leaves tremble slightly and gurgling from time to time.
Then the figures of several young palace maids were reflected on the water. They were walking slowly forward holding exquisite palace lanterns with graceful postures...
Good weather, cool breeze, beautiful people and beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, a frog squatting on the shore seemed to be attracted and salivated, and jumped in with its limbs spread out.
With a pop, the pool full of stars and reflections were crushed to pieces.
The frog raised his head in confusion and looked around blankly.
Snap!
Under the palace gauze lantern, the girl in palace clothes clapped her hands playfully.
A moth fluttering into the fire was crushed by her jade hands.
Then it bounced slightly and disappeared.
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The pavilion by the lotus pond is surrounded by sophisticated screens to keep out mosquitoes.
Zhu Chun, the king of Shu, was dressed in white, standing in front of his desk, concentrating on writing brush and ink.
He was already very handsome, but at this moment, he seemed to have no trace of human beings. He was a handsome noble man, just like a swimming dragon.
Ding dong ding dong is not the sound of spring water, but the sound of guzheng being played gently in another pavilion nearby. The sound is empty in the valley, and orchids are in full bloom.
Zhu Chun's earlobes twitched, and he raised his head slightly to look in the direction where the guzheng was coming from, with a smile on his face. Then he continued to lower his head and concentrate on painting...
But suddenly, a sudden sound sounded.
The combat boots stepped over the stone bridge, and the pond full of koi fishes dived directly into the bottom of the pond. The cold light of the iron armor directly dispersed the starlight in the pond.
Suddenly, the sound of combat boots stopped in unison.
Countless black shadows stood silently in the night.
Zhu Chun raised his head, with a bit of displeasure on his delicate face, but the next second he showed his trademark elegant and gentle smile.
"Brother-in-law is here?"
Lan Chun held the knife and stood outside the pavilion with a complicated expression.
"Sit down and drink tea!" Zhu Chun said with a smile, "Wait a moment, Rong Gu has finished this painting!" As he said that, he lowered his head to study the ink, then frowned and thought carefully, as if thinking about what kind of ink to use.
color.
"What is the prince drawing?" Lan Chun said calmly.
"Sichuan, Xiling Snow Mountain!" Zhu Chun smiled slightly, and kept moving his hands, and chanted in his mouth according to the movement of his body, "The window contains the snow of Xiling for thousands of years, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu...
"
Then a scene suddenly appeared on the paper: thick snow-capped mountains, continuous Berlin, farmers at the foot of the mountains, birds in the forest...
"It's not satisfactory!" Zhu Chun seemed to be dissatisfied with his painting. "After all, it is still missing some gaps, so that this painting lacks artistic conception. It has only form but no soul..." He said with a bitter smile,
"Just talking about homesickness!"
"A rough man can't understand the poem that the prince said! But homesickness...?" Lan Chun's eyelids twitched, "Isn't your home here?"
"Ha!" Zhu Chun slapped his forehead and laughed, "You, you, you! What I'm telling you is that I'm playing the piano to a cow!" Then he said sadly, "How do you understand being alone? I'm not happy here, and I miss Shu!"
"You are so literate that I don't understand!" Lan Chun shook his head, "I haven't read any books and I don't want to read them, so I don't think as much as you do. But I feel that if this place is not good, then the world
Where is the best place?"
As he spoke, he looked around the newly built palace, which was comparable to the Forbidden City, and sighed, "Chen once asked his father before, why do those scholars always have to recite poems and paint every now and then to express their thoughts? How can they talk so much?
, so many words, so much sadness?”
"Father said, it's leisure!" Lan Chun said with a smile, "I thought so at the time, but as I got older and learned more about people and things, I realized that it was not leisure."
"But, they want too much. They want to have spring and snow, but also glory and wealth. They want to be famous all over the world, but they also want to be free from clouds and wild cranes!" As he said, he suddenly smiled again, "Damn it, people's worries are all their own.
I’m just looking for something that’s not enough!”
Snap!
Zhu Chun clapped softly, "What my uncle said makes sense, well... But, it's just your theory! Do you think those sages who expressed their thoughts in poetry were dissatisfied? They are totally wrong. They
Really fight!”
"Fight against fate, enjoy hardship, turn pen into sword..."
"Knife!" Lan Chun looked down at his hand, "Knife, it's really good! A pen is not a knife after all!"
"Ha!" Zhu Chun laughed again, "I didn't expect you to be a fighter!"
At this time, Lan Chun was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly condensed.
A lady, whose facial features were somewhat similar to his, held a young man's hand and walked slowly over.
On the woman's face, there was a smile from the heart when she saw her loved ones.
On the young man's face was undisguised joy at seeing his loved ones.
"Brother!"
"Uncle!"
"Why!"
After a long time, this promise came out of Lan Chun's mouth with difficulty.
Then the young man hugged Lan Chun's waist, raised his head and said, "Uncle, you are lying!"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Last month you said you would take your nephew to ride a horse!" The boy was none other than Zhu Chun's eldest son, Zhu Yuebian.
As he said that, he curled his lips and said, "I have been waiting for you for a month. Have you forgotten? This palace is so fed up, like a bird in a cage."
Suddenly, Lan Chun felt sad.
His big hand gently stroked his nephew's forehead, staring silently.
"Uncle!" Zhu Yueran seemed to notice something, "What's wrong with you? You seem unhappy?"
"No! Uncle is happy to see you!"
"Then when are you going to take your nephew to ride horses?"
"Son, come here, don't pester your uncle!" Lan Hui, Zhu Chun's principal concubine and Lan Yu's daughter Lan Chun's sister, laughed and asked, "Brother, is there anything wrong with you coming here so late?" After saying that, he asked with a smile.
He said, "Have you had your meal yet? How about we prepare some food and wine for you? How many drinks will you and the prince have?"
Compatriots from the same mother, heart to heart.
Lan Chun saw his sister's smile, but also saw the hidden worry in her eyes, and even saw the figures of the armored guards behind him in her eyes.
"Uncle, are they all your soldiers? You are so majestic!" At this time, Zhu Yueran said cheerfully, "Are they the soldiers who followed my grandfather on the expedition to Mobei?"
Lan Chun said nothing, feeling even more sad, "Yes!"
"Ha! Can you lend me a few tomorrow? I'll take them to school with all their majesty!"
"What nonsense!" Zhu Chun scolded with a smile and looked at Lan Chun.
But the next second, the child suddenly took a few steps back in fear.
Because he saw behind those armored guards, several armored guards slowly appeared.
"I have seen the prince thousand years old!"
He Guangyi didn't want to talk at first, but he really couldn't bear to hear Zhu Chun and Lan Chun continue to grind their teeth here.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Chun didn't even look at him.
"They all say that my nephew looks like my uncle!" Lan Chun looked at his wife and said with a smile, "Jian'er looks very similar to my uncle!" As he said that, he laughed again, "There is a saying among the people, the mother is the uncle and the mother is the uncle.
.When something happens to a nephew, the first one to come forward is always the uncle, and the uncle has to step aside!"
As he said that, he suddenly stopped smiling and looked at Lan Chun seriously, holding his hands behind his back and saying, "Brother, if something happens to Jun'er in the future, you have to help me!"
These words made Lan Chun feel very sad again.
From now on, this child will probably be an orphan. Zhu Chun's fate has been determined, and he knows his sister's temperament, she is a strong person who will not live alone.
"It should be done!" Lan Chun looked at Zhu Yuexuan again, "What is the difference between my sister's son and my son? As long as I am here, no one can bully him!"
"Really?" Unexpectedly, a trace of ridicule appeared in the corner of Zhu Chun's mouth, "Just like what you did to the third child back then?"
