Thousands of Miles

imperial palace

"What?" Zhao Ji dropped the paintbrush in his hand, raised his head in disbelief and asked, "What did you say?"

"Yes..." Eunuch Zhang was out of breath because he ran too hastily, "It is Lin Daizhao who has returned."

In the past two years, he had never smiled so happily, Zhao Ji hurriedly left his seat, and ran out of the hall like a gust of wind, not caring about his face.

After two years, how has Xi Mengke changed?Shouldn't it have grown up a lot?

Zhao Ji blinked, he almost didn't recognize the person kneeling outside the hall.

The spring in front of the hall was not over, and the east wind passed by, and the fallen flowers were colorful. The young man was dressed in a clean and refreshing coarse cloth green shirt, with a few pink and white petals falling on his shoulders, making him look even more delicate and elegant.

In the blink of an eye, it was a good time, his face faded a little bit green, a little more calm, accompanied by the faint melancholy in the late spring, elegant and picturesque.

"Ximeng, you're back at last!" Zhao Ji ran down the steps, helped Ximeng up from the ground, and nodded happily, "I've grown taller again, and I've caught up with Master."

"Master?" Xi Meng smiled slightly, but the smile was a little strange.

"Come on, come in quickly." Zhao Ji took Xi Meng's hand and walked towards the Ninghe Hall.

"No." Ximeng shook his head and took a step back, "It's not Master in there, so I won't go in."

"Ximeng!" After two years, is it still so hard to let go?Zhao Ji sighed, "Forget it, then you can go wherever you like."

"Then, Ximeng is going back to the painting academy." Ximeng bowed slightly to Zhao Ji, turned around and left.

After finally looking forward to the person coming back, he was aggrieved, Zhao Ji looked at the back of Ximeng's departure, and felt that the back was just like his heart, getting farther and farther away from him.

Ximeng didn't go back directly to the painting academy, but went to Sizhifang.

When making clothes for people in the palace, the fabric will be soaked in water first, and then the clothes will be tailored to avoid the clothes being too small after shrinking.In the courtyard of the office, there are countless silks and satins of various colors hanging on high shelves to dry.

The sun in late spring was already very warm, even scorching hot, and the fabrics on the shelf dried quickly. When a gust of wind blew by, those light fabrics that were almost dry with water swayed with the wind, light and elegant like a dream.

Ximeng shuttled among the colorful qiluo, walked under the bamboo frame with erratic light and shadow, looking for the most important and greatest collaborator in his life-a piece of silk, a piece of cooked silk suitable for meticulous painting.

Ximeng lifted a few horses of red, green and green silk, found a piece of pure white silk cloth on the shelf, raised his hand and pulled it |out|out|out from the shelf.

This is a whole piece of plain silk more than three feet long, like a cut of white snow cut from the top of Mount Emei. Prosperity and wealth are scattered like clouds in a blink of an eye, without joy or sadness.

There is no joy, no sorrow... Dynasties change, the prosperity fades away, only the country remains the same.There is only a thousand miles of rivers and mountains that are eternal and endless in this world.

Ximeng held the three zhang white silk in his palm, and looked up at the white clouds in the sky.The white cloud is as thin as silk, as light as the piece of silk in your hand.

It seems to have no weight, but it can carry the weight of the country.

Hanlin Academy of Painting

"Ximeng? You're back!" Wang Zongyuan, who was teasing the white peacock in the yard, was taken aback. He quickly stepped forward to touch Ximeng's man, pinched his face, and wondered if Ximeng was fake. "My God, am I not?" Are you dreaming? You are back?"

Ximeng smiled: "Yes, I'm back."

"Hey!" As if recognizing its owner, the white peacock flicked its long tail feathers, which were crystal clear like snow, and opened an elegant and noble white fan.

"Ha, it opened its tail!" Wang Zongyuan looked at the pair of white peacocks with Ximeng's tail in surprise, and said to Ximeng, "It has never opened its tail since you left. I heard that the peacock's tail is for courtship. You said it is not Could it be that he likes you?"

"Zong Yuan, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ximeng looked down at the several feet long silk he was compiling in his hand, "It may have regarded this piece of silk as the same kind."

"How did you get such a long piece of silk back?" Wang Zongyuan asked, "Do you want to cut clothes?"

Ximeng shook his head: "I want to draw a picture."

"Pfft, what did you say?" Wang Zongyuan was taken aback by Ximeng's words, "No way? Even if we paint a three-foot-long silk, it will take at least ten days and a half months. You can take such a piece of silk at once. How long does it take to paint the silk? At least it will take a year or so? I can’t see the painting until you cry!"

"I have to draw for a long time." Ximeng returned to the room with the white silk in his arms, rolled it out on the floor, and put it on the desk, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Do you have anything to eat?"

"Are you hungry?" Wang Zongyuan whispered to Ximeng with a smile, "I bought a small pot, let's cook some noodles together?"

Ximeng nodded: "Okay."

Ximeng was indeed hungry, so he and Wang Zongyuan set up a small pot in the yard, and the two of them gathered around the pot to cook noodles for themselves, and even had a little wine.

"This wine is so sweet." Xi Meng took a sip of the light red wine juice and asked, "Zong Yuan, what kind of wine is this?"

"This is the peach blossom wine I bought when I was out of the palace. I specially hid it and drank it by myself." Wang Zongyuan said, "I won't give it to anyone except you."

Ximeng smiled, sipping the sweet peach blossom wine happily: "Then thank you."

"Hahaha, what are you doing with me?" King Wang Zongyuan leaned back and leaned against the root of the big tree behind him, resting his hands on his head, lazily looking up at the stars above his head through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the big tree. A little bit of sunshine, "Ximeng, our lives are like flowers. Do you like this kind of life?"

"I like it." Ximeng nodded.

"How about we go out of the palace together?" Wang Zongyuan pulled Laximeng's hand, "Let's go to the mountains to build a small house together, plant some vegetables and fruits in front of the house, raise flowers and small animals, and spend time together Drink some wine and paint together, and I feel that this life is very satisfying."

"It's very beautiful." Ximeng thought about the life Wang Zongyuan said, and it was indeed a carefree life, and he couldn't help yearning for it.

But why does the figure of Master flash in my mind?Planting flowers and plants with master, drinking wine, painting together... But master, how could it be possible to live such a life with me?

"It's a pity we can't." Xi Meng shook his head, "None of us can."

"Let's work hard for a few more years and save some savings, we will definitely be able to!" Wang Zongyuan patted Ximeng on the shoulder confidently, "I believe we can live happily together!"

"Zong Yuan, don't you want to marry a wife? How can you live with me?" Xi Meng laughed.

"Oh, I don't even have a girl I like, what kind of wife will I marry?" Wang Zongyuan said, "I think you don't like women either, so let's live together."

"Hey, how do you know I don't like women? I like my sister."

"Lin Ximeng, you are not ashamed!"

"Hahaha……"

Xi Meng and Wang Zongyuan chatted while eating small dishes and drinking wine, and it was night before they knew it.

The two of them reluctantly finished washing in a drunken haze, and unconsciously got into the same bed.

Wang Zongyuan liked to sleep with Ximeng in his arms, and kept moving towards him; Ximeng didn't like being touched by others, so he kept shrinking towards the wall.In the end, Wang Zongyuan still grabbed Ximeng, and pressed him in his arms with his hands and feet unceremoniously.

Ximeng had no choice but to let him hug her, trying to ignore the weight on his body, and fell asleep peacefully.

Unknown when he fell asleep, Wang Zongyuan suddenly felt urgent to urinate, so he reluctantly let go of Ximeng's warm and comfortable body, crawled out of the bed, and went to the toilet outside the house.

Wang Zongyuan pushed open the door, and the moon was as bright as silver on the dark blue sky, and a layer of white frost was sprinkled on the ground in the courtyard.

"You guys slept so early?" Seeing that the door opened and Wang Zongyuan came out alone in his middle coat, Zhao Ji stepped forward and asked, "Is he asleep too?"

"En." Wang Zongyuan was taken aback by Zhao Ji's sudden appearance, and nodded in a daze.

"Go on your own." Zhao Ji ignored Wang Zongyuan and walked into Ximeng's room.

Xi Meng huddled in a corner against the wall, sleeping soundly on the bed.Zhao Ji stepped forward, only to see that the quilt around him was half lifted, exposing half of his body outside the quilt, obviously there was another person sleeping beside him, and that person didn't cover him with the quilt after he got up.

He actually slept with Wang Zongyuan!The jealous vat in Zhao Ji's heart was overturned, he leaned over to cover Xi Meng with the quilt, and walked out of the room silently.

On the second day, Ninghe Hall

"Teacher, I want to transfer Xi Meng out of the painting academy." Zhao Ji asked, "What do you think?"

"Why did Your Majesty suddenly decide to transfer Ximeng out of the painting academy?"

"Because..." Zhao Ji thought for a while, and said very tactfully, "Because there is a shortage of people in the document library."

"Hey." Cai Qiujiu accompanied the king for a long time, understanding.The document storehouse is in the forbidden zone, which is closer to Zhao Ji's bedroom. Zhao Ji's intention of doing this is very clear, "Then His Majesty can order him to be transferred to the document storehouse, so that people can make the best use of their talents and resources."

"You go and do some ideological work for him first." Zhao Ji pointed to Cai Qiu and said, "I blamed you last time, if you hadn't asked me to be with him...how could he have been away for two full years! This time you must be with him Let’s be honest, if people run away again, I’ll take you as a questioner!”

"Your Majesty, last time it was because I didn't do his job well." Cai Qiu repeatedly bowed and apologized, "It was my fault last time. Didn't Your Majesty punish him with a year's salary? This time I must have made sense of him." Otherwise, the minister will voluntarily fine you two years' salary."

"Okay! You said it yourself." Zhao Ji nodded, "Go, I want to see him move here willingly tomorrow."