A glance at the spring breeze

General Wei Long can't go home often, so the young master can't come to visit often.But as long as the general is at home, he will try his best to exchange the candied dates, wolfberries, honeydew melons, etc. he bought from Hexi for the calligraphy and paintings of the young master, and bring them home.

Official script and running cursive are the little boy's favorite fonts.

As a woman, she can't go to the academy with her brother, and she doesn't want to learn from her mother.Besides, her mother didn't let her enter the study, so whenever Wei Zhixing had free time, she would dig out some calligraphy that her father brought home and copy them.

After a few months, General Wei came back from the outside happily: "A Xing, the young master heard that you like his calligraphy and painting, this time he made a special one for you."

"Really?"

This time, what General Wei brought back was a "Harvest Scroll of Honeydew Melon in the Western Regions".

In the painting, the sun is shining and the sky is clear. In the distance, two girls of different races are dancing on the top of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain is covered with honeydew melons of various sizes from the Western Regions. They are piled up in different shades of green and yellow, and they are as high as a hill.

At the end of the volume, the word "wind" was printed again.

The general said cheerfully, "The young master also said that you are the one to name this painting."

Wei Zhixing was flattered immediately, she thought about it, and said immediately: "Why don't we call it "Want to be taller than a mountain". "

After hearing this, General Wei immediately praised: "Good! Good! The melon pile is higher than the mountain, and it sounds like a good harvest. The name is really wonderful."

Afterwards, taking advantage of General Wei's unpreparedness, she secretly took the painting back to her room and hung it up.

"Haha... This is a painting my little brother gave me."

Later, this kind of life passed for about two years.

Wei Zhixing spends almost every day waiting for his father and the calligraphy and paintings brought back by his father.

Whenever she is free, she will pick up a brush to imitate the little prince's painting skills and brushwork.If someone stepped into Miss General's Mansion's room, they would find the smell of ink and rice paper all around.

I was used to this kind of day.However, I don't know from which day, Dad stopped talking about the young master.

In the study room, all the calligraphy and paintings with the "Wind" stamp were printed, and all of them were collected by Dad.

There are too many honeydew melons at home to eat all at once.

Then, Daddy would never come back from the Western Regions with boxes of honeydew melons.

One afternoon, Wei Can, who had been hanging out with his friends for many days, finally returned home. When passing by Wei Zhixing's room, he pushed the door open and walked in on a whim.

"Sister, I said, why are you hiding in your room every day?"

After entering the door, I saw a petite A Xing standing at the table with a pen and painting.

"Drawing again? What are you drawing... Tsk tsk, it's hanging on the wall, this seal... isn't that person's?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhixing raised his head: "Who?"

But Wei Shen picked up the painting and ran out, shouting as he ran, "If Ah Xing catches me, I'll tell you!"

Wei Zhixing didn't have time to react, and Wei Shen ran away without a trace.

"Brother! Give it back to me!" She hurriedly chased him out, only to see that Wei Shen had already gone a long way.

While running, Wei Shen turned his head and made a face at Wei Zhixing, then bumped into someone.

Wei Shen was so surprised that the painting in his hand was also pulled to the ground by him.

"Shen'er, what do you look like running around like a headless chicken?"

The person who came was General Wei who had just returned from outside the mansion.

"Father! Brother, he stole my painting!" Wei Zhixing ran over panting, saw that it was her father, and quickly complained.

Unexpectedly, Wei Shen didn't refute, but just looked at her with a guilty conscience, his eyes erratically looking elsewhere.

Only then did she realize that there was a painting lying on the ground—the corner of the page was already dirty, and the middle was also torn.

"Brother! Whoa whoa...you pay for my painting!" Wei Zhixing burst into tears immediately.

Seeing his sister crying into tears, Wei Shen couldn't help becoming anxious, but he still said: "Why are you crying, don't cry... I can draw better than him in this kind of broken painting."

"Wow! My brother is bullying people!..." Wei Zhixing cried even harder.

General Wei shouted: "That's it, Shen'er, don't say a few words!"

"Father, this painting was originally the one..."

"Enough! Pick up the painting and return it to your sister."

Wei Shen had no choice but to pick up the painting and handed it to her: "No, here it is."

Wei Zhixing didn't like this: "Wooooow!...I don't care, it's broken...Woooo..."

Later, Wei Zhixing found fish glue and glued the painting together. Although it didn't look better than before, it was better than nothing.

Children's obsessions come and go quickly.Many years have passed, Wei Zhixing may have long forgotten that her brother once tore her painting.Although the painting "Desire to be taller than a mountain" has been hanging in her room for many years, Wei Zhixing looks at it less and less every year, and she probably can't remember clearly. This painting was named after her. .

She seems to have almost forgotten about the big brother she admired so much when she was young.

But if someone sees her writing, they will find that it is exactly the same as the writing on several scrolls that General Wei put away in the early years.

The brushwork is silkworm head and swallow tail, and the characters in the pen are all flying freely, how can it be written by a woman?

Everyone laughed and said that there was a champion woman in the general's mansion, who could recite poems and paint, knew everything, could write well, and was beautiful.Talented and beautiful, don't let the eyebrows.

Eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

With several years of spring and autumn, Wei Zhixing has grown into a big girl.

Although her beauty could not be called a peerless beauty with a beautiful face and moon appearance, she was also exquisite and cute with red lips and white teeth, which made her look quite pitiful.

One day, my mother said that the current sage is going to visit the general's mansion, and I hope she will make some preparations.

On the day when the saint came, the whole general's mansion came out in full force, and knelt down to greet him early.When Sheng got off the sedan chair, out of curiosity, she lowered her head and looked at him.

He was indeed a handsome man as rumored in the imperial city.

Then she returned to the backyard with the other female relatives.But she couldn't sit still, the General's Mansion was rarely so lively, she sneaked away from the guards and climbed over the wall to the front yard.

When he landed, he seemed to have stepped on something under his feet.

She picked it up—it was a folding fan.

"Can you return this fan to me?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere.After all, Wei Zhixing was an inexperienced girl in a boudoir, and when she saw this, she hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The other party didn't say anything, just pulled the fan back from her hand, unfolded the fan, and checked it back and forth.

The neatly written cross Han Li.

——Where does the silence go, it is Yutangchun.

"This..." After seeing the shape of the ten characters clearly, Wei Zhixing stood up suddenly, ignoring the courtesy of monarchs and ministers, she said urgently, "Your Majesty, you personally inscribed this fan words?"

A look of surprise first appeared on the face of the other party, and then he raised his sword eyebrows and smiled: "Oh? It wasn't me who asked it, could it be you who asked it?"

Just as Wei Zhixing was about to answer, she heard her father coming over from the corner and shouting: "Your Majesty, why are you walking and suddenly disappearing? This made it difficult for the old minister to find..."

The emperor quickly put away the fan, and replied: "Something dropped, it's not a problem. Where did you just say that? How is Hexi doing now?..."

While talking with the emperor, Dad winked at her to leave.Although she had doubts in her heart, she had no choice but to give up and returned to the backyard resentfully.

That night, father and mother came to her room to chat with her.

The mother couldn't hide anything in her heart, she asked as soon as she sat down, "A Xing, do you like Your Majesty?"

Daddy also said, "Your Majesty will pick a girl next year, would you like to go?"

Wei Zhixing was drinking water from a cup, and after listening, he spouted out a mouthful of tea.

She collected herself, wiped her mouth, and said, "Daddy, Xing'er wants to ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

"In the old days, you would always go to a young master to ask for calligraphy and paintings... the young master who always wanted to print the word "wind" on calligraphy and paintings, could it be His Majesty? "

General Wei and his wife immediately looked at each other in dismay, both of them looked shocked, and then their faces became serious.

The general suddenly said: "That person is Your Majesty. Your Majesty prefers calligraphy and painting. When he was not a prince, he always made calligraphy and paintings as gifts. Later, when His Majesty became a prince, he began to concentrate on government affairs, so he had no time to write and write."

Wei Zhi made a calculation with his fingers: when the Holy Majesty was the crown prince, it was exactly eight years ago, and the time coincided.

Mother asked: "A Xing, are you willing now?"

As the daughter of the general's mansion, she knew that she could not choose her husband and son-in-law by herself, but had to rely on the words of her parents and matchmaker.

But if I can marry that little son...

For some reason, Wei Zhixing's face suddenly warmed up.She replied: "I am willing to enter the palace."

The heart that General Wei and Mrs. Wei were carrying was finally put down safely, and the next day they started to prepare for the selection of the next year's show girls.

The daughter is finally getting married, if she can really enter the palace, then the Wei family will have the emperor's pillow.In this way, the Wei family's position in the imperial city will be more stable.

……

General Wei, who was nearly half a hundred years old, cried out in his tent.

Weeping, sobbing and sadness, mixed with grief and indignation.General Wei said: "If I hadn't lied to Xing'er...if...if...you had listened to her mother and didn't let her touch those scrolls..."

——The face-to-face person once said, don't let Xing'er get bookish, otherwise, there will be a fatal disaster...

Ruan Lan took out a handkerchief from her arms, and wanted to hand it to the general, but she accidentally brought out something, which fell to the ground with a "click".

If you look closely, it is an idle chapter.

Rao has not used it for many years, but he still carries it with him.

This chapter was carved out of stone picked up from the ground, and the texture was not good, so it was not taken away when the house was raided.Originally, it was just a whim to play with, but I didn't expect it to become a habit after using it.

In the early days, he would press this seal at the end of the cursive for all his calligraphy and paintings.

As long as they see this seal, the insider will know that these calligraphy and paintings were made by him.

Picking up a teacup next to it, Ruan Lan dipped the cup in it with some tea, turned her hand and pressed it on the table, making a soft sound.

He suddenly recalled that that day when he was hiding by the gazebo in the imperial garden, with his back against the river bank, he had heard Concubine Wei say to Yin Jian: "My father came back this year after a victory and brought special products from Hexi for His Majesty and his concubines. I need to eat more..."

Hexi's specialty...

When he was assisting Yin Cheng back then, he seemed to like Hexi honeydew melons very much, and even used the calligraphy and paintings he made in his free time to go to the general's mansion to exchange a few boxes.

Looking down at the table, the words on the table were stained with water, reflecting the burning candlelight.

There is only one plain word.

wind.

This word, took the lower part of his name, and it was counted as his name for reciting poems and prose in private, even he himself never took it seriously.

Unexpectedly, he was read by a stranger for a lifetime.