Thousands of Miles

"Hi... Your Majesty." Meefer stretched out his hand with a smile, and pulled Ximeng to his side, "I can't just teach him... Hiccup...you have to kiss him first."

"No!" Zhao Ji refused decisively, "Except for this, I can promise you anything."

"Your Majesty, what you said! That's great hahaha!" Meefer suddenly jumped up from the stool like chicken blood, snatched a precious inkstone on the table, held it in his arms like a child, and muttered Said, "You are not joking, I have been looking at it for a long time, but you have been refusing to give it to me... Now it is mine hahaha..."

This inkstone is the best among She inkstones, a precious thing that I can't put it down, and whoever asks for it is not willing to give it to me... I fell into the trick of this old naughty boy!Zhao Ji felt remorse in his heart, he curled his lips helplessly: "Okay, okay, it's yours, it's yours."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Meefer hurriedly put the inkstone in his bosom, and the ink dripped out along his long wide sleeves, but he didn't care about it. He was afraid that Zhao Ji would regret it later, so he said to Zhao Ji, " I'll go back and let it go, come back later!"

"Hahaha, are you still afraid that I will go back on my word?" Zhao Ji smiled and shook his head, "Okay, okay, you go first."

Ximeng studied painting with Mifer for three months, and his brushwork has improved by leaps and bounds. He no longer followed the rules and cautiously in the past, and he wrote a lot more boldly, and gradually became aware of innovation and change.

Zhao Ji was quite satisfied with his progress, and specially rewarded him with a lot of rare treasures as a reward.

Although the master's rewards are always many, this time Ximeng is more happy than usual - this time there is a Longquan sword in the reward, which is the best among swords at first glance.

Since he secretly practiced the sword manual three years ago, Ximeng has actually been "doing nothing" behind his master's back for three years while learning painting. Now that he sees this sword, he can't put it down.

It happened to be a sunny afternoon, and Ximeng practiced his sword in the green purple bamboo forest.

Probably because of his extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, Ximeng has already become proficient in swordsmanship in the past three years, and there is no jerky in dancing swordsmanship. He is really self-taught.

The figure is as light as a startled bird flying up and down among the bamboo forests, and the sword glow is as sharp as a dragon rolling and whistling in the blue waves, as if entering a land of no one.

The palace people passing by could only hear the "rustling" sound in the bamboo forest that His Majesty loved most, and a purple bamboo fell to the ground with a "pop".

"Oh my god, it's so tragic that someone cut down these purple bamboos of His Majesty..."

"That's right, Your Majesty raises this bamboo grove for flutes and flutes, so no one will touch it..."

Several palace people whispered outside the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo grove, Ximeng swung his sword down and cut the felled purple bamboo into two pieces.

The root part of the bamboo is suitable for flute, Ximeng counted it, it was exactly nine knots, and it was heavy when picked up, so he took out a small knife from the skirt of his clothes, and carefully carved six small holes in this piece of purple bamboo.

Because the hole carving of the flute requires measuring the length of the flute body and the distance between the holes to ensure the pitch. Xi Mengyi has no ruler and no lulu, so he carves these holes with his own sense of music and estimation. .

The first time he had no experience in making Xiao, the Gongyin was inaccurate. Ximeng decided to avoid this Gongyin and play a tune for himself as a reward for his hard work just now.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, in the purple bamboo forest, on the soft forest land, a song of nature is like water, rushing to the infinite distance...

"Your Majesty, did you hear that?" Outside the bamboo grove, Grand Master Cai Qiu raised his chin and pointed to the direction of the flute sound in the bamboo grove, "Here is the person you have been looking for for many years, Your Majesty."

"Oh?" Ever since meeting that young man in the brothel four years ago, Wan Yanwang has always been obsessed with the young man who dared to threaten him that night. This time he personally went to Da Song to find this person, and he heard the grand master say He is close at hand, quite a sense of heaven and earth.

"I'll help you get here." Cai Qiu prolonged his voice on purpose, and said softly, "It's still pure and pure, like a white lotus, you should cherish it."

"Hahaha..." Wan Yanwang laughed loudly, "The one who likes to ruin is Bailian! You go back first, leave this place to me!"

"Your Majesty, take your time." Cai Qiu raised the corner of his mouth, quietly revealing a wicked smile, and turned to leave.

In this way, no matter what happens later, it has nothing to do with me.

Ximeng was trying out his new flute in the forest, when he heard a "rustle" footstep approaching from a distance, the footsteps were urgent and heavy, unlike anyone he knew.

Maybe it's the eunuch guarding the forest, maybe it's a big danger, although Ximeng doesn't know who it is, but Ximeng doesn't want to be found by any stranger, so as not to cause trouble, put the Xiao on his waist and walked out of the bamboo forest .

The "rustling" sound was like a shadow, and he followed his footsteps to the outside of the bamboo forest!

Ximeng was a little suspicious, so he quickened his pace and walked to the road outside the bamboo forest.

"Hey, long time no see." Wan Yanwang walked out of the bamboo forest with his hands behind his back, the tall and straight figure of the young boy in front of him was really different from the half-grown kid four years ago—more tempting to commit crimes.

Ximeng didn't remember whose voice it was for a long time, but when he turned around, he saw a stubble-faced foreigner man. Remembering the envoys from the Kingdom of Jin to visit these days, he nodded politely to him.

"Little beauty, do you know that these four years, I think you've been thinking hard, huh?" Wanyan Wang approached Ximeng step by step, "Do you miss me? Hmm!"

Ximeng stepped back, turned around and said, "Why do I miss you if I don't know you? If you're fine, I'll take my leave!"

"Eh?" Wan Yanwang grabbed Ximeng's hand and whispered in his ear, "There are good things in the bamboo forest over there, let's go in and play?"

"You are presumptuous!" Xi Meng frowned, "I don't have time to accompany you, let me go!"

"I won't toss about your Han people's grind. Hahaha." Seeing that the persuasion was unsuccessful, Wanyan decided to use force directly, pulling Ximeng into his arms and clamping them in his arms, "You I found it."

"Let go!" Xi Meng tightly held the bamboo flute in his hand, and quietly pulled it out from his waist.

"Little beauty, don't be afraid. Let's go and have fun. You won't regret it. The king's bird will surprise you..." Wan Yanwang stretched his neck and leaned forward. He took a sip on his cheek, feeling that it wasn't enough, so he bit it down with his saliva-stained teeth.

Although Ximeng is 16 years old, Zhao Ji is reluctant to touch him even with a finger, and others dare not touch him. Has anyone ever played with him like this?Immediately feeling ashamed and indignant, he poked at the person behind him as soon as he turned his flute into a sword.

"Huh?" Wanyanwang, who was addicted to the forced kiss, raised his hand to catch Ximeng's flute poking at him, and said with a smile, "Good guy, it's really long! Do you like to use this?"

"You!" Xi Meng was so humiliated that his handsome face flushed, and he drew out his long sword with his backhand and slashed at Wan Wang.

Wan Yanwang didn't expect that this porcelain doll-like person was not a soft persimmon that could shatter when squeezed, so he quickly moved aside and drew out the machete at his waist to block it.

One is angry, the other is lust; Ximeng can't afford to lose, but Wanyan refuses to lose.The two of them refused to back down, and there were swords, lights and swords in the garden.

"Ah, what's going on in front?" Concubine Qiao was walking with Zhao Ji in the garden, seeing the fierce fight ahead, she hurriedly shrank to Zhao Ji's side with a face full of horror, begging for comfort and protection weakly.

How could Zhao Ji have the mood to protect her?Seeing that it was Xi Meng who was fighting with the National People's Congress, he quickly stepped forward and shouted: "Stop!"