The Concubine in the Palace_The Feast of Masks【Complete】(192)

The more he spoke, the colder his tone became, and his eyes also became colder. His eyes, like ice chips, looked back and forth at Yao Niang's face: "Even if lovesickness is useless, why not hold on to the infatuation and melancholy for life? This king makes you very sad, and the person you miss so much can't be that groom, right?"

Yao Niang shouted: "What are you thinking about? I don't think about anyone."

The King of Jin snorted coldly, his face was full of ice.

This love poem must not be written for him. He stayed by her side every day, but he could still make her so sad. There must be some wild man that she kept thinking about.

Is it that groom? Or that little constable? Or is there some wild man that he doesn't know?

She followed him before she was fifteen. After that incident, she couldn't have the heart to hook up with a wild man. So it goes without saying that it was something that happened before?

Innocent childhood?

Childhood sweethearts

?

No wonder she wanted to leave him at that time. In addition to Xiaobao, there must be something outside that hooked her soul.

Whenever the King of Jin thought of Yao Niang having a little wild man who was his childhood sweetheart, the two grew up together, maybe when they were older, they understood some things about love, and they even kissed each other secretly, maybe the little wild man even touched her rabbit.

When ordinary girls were as old as she was before, how could they have such a plump figure. A hand touched her little pigeon and turned it into a white rabbit, which was the shape he liked. Whenever he thought of these, the King of Jin was full of anger, and he wanted to find the man and tear him apart immediately.

All these thoughts of the King of Jin happened in an instant. Yao Niang was just ashamed of her handwriting and was ashamed to be seen by others. How could she know that the other party would have so many thoughts.

However, she was somewhat aware that the Prince of Jin was in a bad mood, and she explained in a soft voice: "You really think too much, I don't think about anyone, I just write for fun when I have nothing to do."

"I've never seen you write this kind of thing before!"

Well, the problem is that she never thought of this before.

Perhaps her father had a profound influence on her, so she subconsciously felt that men all thought that women were virtuous if they had no talent. In addition, these things were thrown away for too long, so she couldn't remember them at all. It was also when she went to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion yesterday and saw that Qiao's residence was decorated like that, she realized that she could pick it up again and even learn it again.

"This poem was not written by me. It was included in a collection of poems given to me by the wife of the prince. I thought the artistic conception was beautiful, so I copied it. In addition, don't think too much. The reason why I didn't show it to you was because my handwriting was too ugly. I wanted to practice it better before writing it for you."

Is that all?

The Prince of Jin glanced at her suspiciously, and the suspicion in his bones began to play tricks.

But her expression was too shallow, and he knew her too well. He could clearly see through her every expression and every look.

She didn't lie. He breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and suddenly remembered what she said, "Wait, write it to him when you're better at it."

She wanted to write a love poem for herself?

"I know you copied this poem." King Jin cleared his throat and said, his face was finally not so cold anymore.

Yao Niang's attention was immediately diverted. How did he know?

"I've seen it." After saying that, King Jin snorted disdainfully: "You women like this kind of whining."

What do you mean by you women!

Yao Niang was angry in her heart, knowing that King Jin's bad habit had come back again.

He was obviously wrong, but he refused to admit it, and used belittling others to confuse the audience. She glanced at Huahua, who was looking at her with the same arrogant eyes, snorted and turned away.

Is this angry?

King Jin glanced at Yao Niang's back and also looked at Huahua.

Unlike how she treated Yao Niang, Hua Hua's eyes were as soft as they could be. She squinted her cat eyes and leaned to rub against Prince Jin's legs, but was swept away by Prince Jin's long legs.

Yao Niang was angry for the whole morning and didn't talk to Prince Jin during lunch.

Everyone knew that the concubine was angry because His Highness had provoked her.

After lunch, Yao Niang didn't take a nap, but went to the study, leaving Prince Jin alone sitting on the big kang in the east room, staring at Xiao Bao.

Xiao Bao was happy to see this happen. He always wanted to make his father suffer a setback before he knew that a clay man also had some earthiness.

Feeling so happy, Xiao Bao grabbed Hua Hua and they rolled on the kang. Hua Hua's favorite person, apart from Prince Jin, was Xiao Bao, and she was willing to condescend to play with him.

Prince Jin looked at his son who was rolling with the cat with disdain, and went to the inner room in his slippers.

Recently, he has developed the habit of taking a nap.

Even in the Ministry of Works, they would sleep in the duty room when the time came.

After lying down for a while, I couldn't fall asleep. Prince Jin came out of the bedroom again. Xiaobao and Huahua had already fallen asleep on the kang, covered with a blanket. Huahua didn't sleep well. When she heard the noise, she opened her eyes and looked at Prince Jin. She wanted to follow him, but she couldn't bear to leave the warm quilt, so she closed her eyes again.

The door of the study was closed. Prince Jin pushed it tentatively and it opened.

Yao Niang was indeed writing something at the desk.

She walked over quietly to see what was wrong with her posture. From time to time, her hand holding the pen moved. It was obvious that it was because of the uncomfortable posture of holding the pen.

Prince Jin took a step forward and took her writing hand from behind: "There is no fixed way to hold the pen, just make it empty and wide. You don't need to worry too much about the correct way to hold the pen, whatever is comfortable, as long as there is room for movement in the palm of your hand, you can hold the pen Just be flexible.”

With that said, he let go of Yao Niang's hand and let her write in the most comfortable way. Sure enough, Yaoniang's posture was incorrect, but because she knew the correct way, she always thought in her mind that it was wrong, and she was affected by it.

"You remember a few key points: the fingers should be firm and the palms empty, and the tightness should be appropriate. As I told you before, there should be room for movement in the palm, but the fingers should hold the pen firmly. It should not be too tight. Don’t be too loose. Just keep your wrists flat...you have to relax and don’t be too nervous..."

The King of Jin held Yao Niang's hand and wrote the word "Jin" on the rice paper. The handwriting of this word was thin and strong, with gold hooks and iron paintings, full of pride, and the strokes were like cutting gold and jade. It was the thin handwriting that King Jin was good at. Gold body.

This is the first time that Yao Niang has seen King Jin write. In fact, she has seen him write before. Occasionally, King Jin will bring back some secret letter albums and the like to read, and from time to time he will write something on them, but Yao Niang has never She had never gone up to see it, so this was her first time seeing King Jin write.

"Your Highness's handwriting is so beautiful." Yao Niang couldn't tell what was good or bad. In her eyes, beautiful handwriting was good.

"You are a newbie, and it is easy to go astray by copying Shou Jin. Tomorrow, I will ask someone to send me Yan Gong's "Duobao Pagoda Stele". If you copy one or two every day, you will make progress over time."

As the King of Jin spoke, he held Yao Niang's hand and wrote a few big characters in Yan style. The writing was strong, round and thick, dignified and majestic, and majestic. It was obvious that he had a deep attainment in Yan style.

"Your Highness, you know so much."

Even though he was as thick-skinned as King Jin, he couldn't help but blush a little after being praised twice in a row. He coughed slightly, let go of his hand, and interrupted: "Write a few words and let me see if you have mastered the posture of holding a pen."

As King Jin stepped aside, Yao Niang uneasily adjusted the small regular script in her palm. But when she held the pen, she still couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable and always wanted to adjust the posture of her hand.

King Jin didn't say anything, just looked at her. Yao Niang squeezed her several times, but it didn't feel comfortable. She simply didn't think about whether her posture was right or not, so she just did what King Jin said -

‘The fingers are strong, the palms are weak, the tightness is moderate, the tube is straight and the wrist is flat. ’

She kept chanting silently in her mind. At first, she was obviously hindered by her posture when writing two words, but gradually she began to write smoothly. Although the words are still ugly, they don't have the meaning of the jerky pause just now.

"Since you have no foundation, just start with drawing red. Draw ten pictures of red every day and I will check it."

King Jin's posture was so serious that Yao Niang was naturally frightened by him, and she didn't care to be angry anymore. She nodded honestly like a child who had just entered school.

"As for drawing red, we will start tomorrow. You have been practicing for a long time today, so you should rest first. When practicing calligraphy, you should pay attention to relaxation and moderation, so that you can learn good calligraphy."

Yao Niang, who was stunned for a moment after being fooled by King Jin, was coaxed back by him.

The two got on the bed, and Prince Jin found a comfortable position to hug her, no longer feeling unfulfilled just now.

This heavy snowfall lasted for five days, with the intensity varying in intensity.

For people who have stayed in Jinzhou, this snow is really nothing, but for people in the capital, it is extremely rare.

Many people's houses in the outer city were damaged by the disaster. Yamen servants from Jingzhao Mansion and people from the Wucheng Military and Horse Department shuttled back and forth every day to settle these displaced people. It is said that large numbers of disaster victims gathered in Daxing and Wanping areas near the capital. It was because of the disaster that they subconsciously gathered from nearby places and wanted to reach the capital, but were blocked outside.

The capital is an important place, and it is impossible for disaster victims to flock here.

Fucheng would report the situation outside to King Jin every day, but there was no movement from King Jin.

Yao Niang couldn't help it anymore and asked him: "There are already people outside giving porridge. If not, let's give some too. It doesn't have to be too much. It's always a gesture of kindness."

The porridge people she mentioned were small porridge shacks opened by some wealthy families in the capital, but there was no movement at the homes of some nobles and ministers.

King Jin shook his head and said: "The first bird will be shot."

But the first lady soon appeared, it was Princess An.

The correct answer should be King An.

King An has been in the limelight recently, and King Hui has been abandoned. He is the longest in rank, and he has entered a noble place like the Ministry of Rites. The Ministry of Rites seems to be a noble place, but it controls the lifeblood of the imperial court. It is the Ministry of Rites that presides over the imperial examinations every three years.