"In the palace?" Cui asked, "Do you know who is coming?"
If they are from the Emperor's side, they must have business with the old man and the others; and if they are from the Queen's Palace, they are most likely here to invite Zhao Zhao into the palace to talk - but today they are destined to be unable to invite anyone.
"He is an internal prisoner. He said he came to deliver His Majesty's instructions. He is talking with the old man in the front hall at this time."
The maid said: "I have made some inquiries. It turns out that Your Majesty is going to build a Wanfu Tower to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday, and has invited many famous people to the capital for this purpose. I heard that the reason why the Wanfu Tower is named Wanfu Tower is because the window lattice in the building is there.
There are enough to carve tens of thousands of blessing characters in Liangdong and other places - for this character blessing, His Majesty has chosen the second master to write and model it, so he has specially come to ask the second master to come to the palace tomorrow."
When she said this, the maid's eyes were bright and she looked a little proud.
Mrs. Cui and her son looked at each other, one sighed and the other felt helpless.
To be appreciated by the palace and inscribe the Wanfu Tower is indeed a glorious thing.
But for the second uncle who never cared about these false reputations, I'm afraid it might be a bit difficult.
Of course, the difficulty is not to write a few words or draw a few paintings, but to get him up in the winter without getting angry.
This matter soon reached Xu Yun's ears through the servant.
"Don't go!"
Xu Yun on the bed uttered two words decisively, then pulled the quilt and suffocated his head and face.
"Can……"
The boy came closer and reminded with a troubled expression: "The old man has already agreed on your behalf... and I cannot refuse the palace's decree. If you don't go, I'm afraid there will be something wrong."
"Why, can he still chop off my head?" Xu Yun said angrily.
The boy whispered with a complicated expression: "Don't tell me, you can really do it.
On a more serious level, isn't it a serious crime to be beheaded if you resist and disobey the decree?
Under the quilt, Xu Yun's face froze, and then his eyes became darker: "Then I won't go either!"
If you want to behead, behead him, as if he is afraid of death and unwilling to give up his life!
then--
Early the next morning, the man got up cursing.
"How is this different from torture? What sins did I commit in my previous life..."
The boy who put on his coat sighed inwardly.
If getting out of bed twice in one winter is considered a sin in the past life, then ordinary people like them must have been a big devil who destroyed the world and destroyed the world in their previous life?
No matter how reluctant Xu Yun was, he still held the hand stove and quickly walked out the door.
There is no other way, as people live in this world, they have to say cruel things and do cowardly things.
After entering the palace, Xu Yun was invited to the Baohe Palace. Under the auspices of several civil servants and officials from the Ministry of Rites in charge of Wanfu Tower, he discussed the details with the scribes.
Half a day passed, Xu Yun put down the pen in his hand, yawned and stretched.
An eunuch brought lunch over, and everyone finished eating, rested for a while, and then gathered around to think about it again.
Xu Yun leaned back in the chair and couldn't help but doze off.
At this time, a loud singing sound suddenly came into the inner hall, waking him up.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately stood up and bowed.
Emperor Qingming walked into the pavilion and said in a warm voice: "Gentlemen, please get up quickly. There is no need to perform this false courtesy."
Next, I just asked about the progress, and at the end I didn't forget to say: "I really appreciate your help, gentlemen."
Duan looked like a courteous corporal.
The scribes quickly said: "Your Majesty's words are serious..."
"Your Majesty built the Wanfu Pavilion for the Queen Mother, which is an act of benevolence and filial piety. It has merits for thousands of years. It is really a blessing for us to be able to participate in it."
Xu Yun sighed in his heart.
Benevolence, filial piety, merit——
These are not self-deceptive tricks like carving tens of thousands of blessing characters on them.
So, this generation of scholars is so bad that they don’t even have the courage to tell the truth?
He is really unworthy of being a scholar and scholar, which makes people sad and despise him.
Although he didn't dare to say it.
But it doesn't stop him from scolding.
But then I think about it, those who really dare to say it will probably never come.
"By the way, please Mr. Xu, please follow me to the side hall."
Emperor Qingming looked at the taciturn Xu Yun and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, please make a painting for me -"
Xu Yun lowered his eyes and said "yes", and followed Emperor Qingming to the side hall.
The hall is filled with the faint fragrance of Jiangzhen. Stepping inside makes people feel peaceful without realizing it.
Seeing another person waiting in the palace, Xu Yun showed no surprise on his face and saluted calmly: "Empress."
The queen nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Xu."
"Today I would like to ask Mr. Xu to paint a portrait for me and the Queen." Emperor Qingming held the Queen's arm and sat down, smiling as he said.
It turned out that he was asked to paint a portrait of the emperor and empress——
Xu Yun smiled and accepted calmly.
Soon an inmate laid out pens and paper.
Xu Yun looked at the pair of emperors and empresses sitting attentively.
Before painting a real object, he must first carefully observe the outline and charm of the object he is painting, and only then start painting when he is confident in his mind. This has always been his habit.
His eyes moved slowly inch by inch, and as expected, the woman sitting on the same seat looked at each other for a moment.
She was dressed gorgeously and elegantly, her demeanor was calm and dignified, and she always had a decent smile in her eyes.
Compared with the person he knew in the past, the person in front of him really looked like a painting.
Xu Yun began to write.
At this moment, a eunuch walked in quickly, but Li Ji stopped him outside the curtain and asked in a low voice what was going on.
After listening to the eunuch's answer, Li Ji considered for a moment, and finally entered the palace, walked to Emperor Qingming's side, and called softly: "Your Majesty..."
Emperor Qingming turned his head slightly to look at him, seemingly unhappy.
However, Li Ji still said: "Over there at Yongfu Palace, Concubine Ronggui sent someone to come... She said that the little prince couldn't stop crying. I don't know what happened..."
He can take charge of other matters, but when it comes to the newly born little prince, no matter how big or small, he doesn't dare to neglect it at all.
When Emperor Qingming heard this, he raised his hand and signaled Xu Yun to stop first.
"I'll go take a look and come back," he said to the queen.
The Queen nodded: "Your Majesty, please go and take a look. It won't be too late to paint the painting when your Majesty is free some other time."
But the child only cried for a while, but it was still worth calling someone to invite the emperor?
I'm afraid she felt unhappy after hearing that the emperor brought her to Baohe Hall.
Regarding the other party's superficial means of competing for favor, she just wanted to say: Thank you very much, you might as well do more.
Emperor Qingming nodded and stood up, saying to Xu Yun: "Sir, don't blame me."
"Your Majesty said something serious." Xu Yun put the pen back and stood up to salute.
Emperor Qingming walked out, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, looked back at Xu Yun behind the painting case, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, don't go back in a hurry, I have a reward for you later."
To Mr. Xu—"
Hearing the word "reward" that was specially emphasized, Xu Yun felt doubtful.
Since it was mentioned specifically, this reward was obviously not too ordinary.
