dragon pen

After a few more days, seeing the birthday of the highest-ranking master in the capital was just around the corner, there was finally earth-shattering news in the palace, because the singer Zihu performed outstandingly at the dinner party that day, overwhelming the crowd, and finally King Rui let go, If Zihu can get a piece of Cuiyu decoration before the birthday of the sage, he can become the final winner.

She will stand on the most honored stage and present a song at the birthday dinner of the current Holy Majesty. From then on, her money, reputation, and status will no longer be comparable to those in the past.

When I first got the news, I never expected that Cheng Yaojin's Xue Wu would come out halfway. Fang Fei naturally gritted her silver teeth and was worried all day long, putting her last hope on Zihu not being able to produce such a precious outfit. superior.Only Zihu herself suddenly became indifferent, as if she was satisfied at this point, and did not want too much extravagance anymore.

This made Zhang Ziyao appreciate it even more.

On this day, the two met again in the old place. When talking about this matter, what Zihu said was as expected by Zhang Ziyao.

"Zihu is only trying to prove who is the best in the world. If it is because of a neon dress and a green crown that I have buried my hard training for more than ten years, I will not accept it."

Diva's eyes are calm, but extremely bright and sober, neither happy nor sad, making people clearly feel that the person in front of her knows what she is doing, and even insists on why.

"But I will not close my eyes and not hit the south wall or look back. If I have to see luxurious clothes to make them feel at ease to listen to my songs, then I will wear those clothes; if I have to have a green crown to make them feel at ease." They put their attention on my songs, so I will wear that emerald crown—I don’t care what others say about Zihu, Zihu just doesn’t want to let go of his abilities.”

As she spoke, she cast her eyes into the distance—it was already late autumn, and the pool of lotus flowers that bloomed just right in summer were now only left with dead flowers and dead leaves.Zhang Ziyao felt emotional and was about to say something when he saw Zihu turned his head to look at the corridor not far away as if he had sensed something, his eyes were completely different from when she was talking to Zhang Ziyao, with an indescribable expression The gentleness and temperature are as gentle as looking at your lover.

Zhang Ziyao was slightly taken aback, followed her gaze, thinking that he was about to see some dignitary, nobleman, handsome and talented person, but to his surprise, he only saw a small person running slowly from a distance, with a hug in her arms. A cloak, a small face, probably because of running in a hurry, the cheeks are flushed.

Even so, for some reason, those eyes were obviously not as crystal clear as they looked a few days ago, but instead showed a sense of fatigue and lack of energy: "Girl, why didn't you ask Tuanyuan to run out alone? It was windy outside, What should we do if we are infected with wind and cold?"

Before Zihu could speak, Su Tuanyuan hastily put the cloak on her shoulders, and then, in a flash from the corner of her eye, she seemed to see an extra person standing next to her, she turned around in a daze, and followed Zhang Ziyao. A well-behaved courtesy is regarded as a greeting.

Zhang Ziyao suddenly became a redundant person, and he was ready to say goodbye. The master and servant were just about to leave, but they were more cautious, always feeling that something was wrong, so they walked out of the courtyard and came back quietly. Leaning on the top of the wall to look, I happened to see Zihu pull the cloak on his shoulders, and naturally reached out to touch Su Tuanyuan's bun: "I ran away."

Su Tuanyuan said "Oh", as if realizing that she was impolite, her little face turned red and she stretched out her short hand to cover her bun, and at the same time, she still didn't forget to complain: "It's the girls who don't wake up Tuanyuan. Wake up in time, how could such a embarrassing thing happen..."

"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I couldn't bear to wake you up."

Then Zhang Ziyao saw Zihu smile for the first time.

The eyes are slightly narrowed, the corners of the lips are raised, and there is a serious smile, and there is a sweet smile in the deep eyes.It was only then that he realized that this woman who was always calm and calm like a fairy on weekdays could smile so beautifully, and everything was compared to her.

Zhang Ziyao stared at the corners of her slightly raised lips in a daze.

Unfortunately, after a while, the corners of his lips flattened again. Zihu reached out and pulled his handmaiden to his side, touching her face: "You haven't been in a good mood recently, I want you to sleep a little longer."

"Nothing, the girl's good news is coming soon, so Tuanyuan should be more busy," Su Tuanyuan said, "Tuanyuan is just a servant, and the girl doesn't need to be so nice to Tuanyuan. Tuanyuan only hopes that the girl can go to the stage smoothly in three days, and she is satisfied." .”

"Nonsense, I'd rather not sing when you say that. If you're exhausted, where can I find someone to replace you?" Zihu said, stretching out his hand to scrape the tip of Su Tuanyuan's nose, then leaned closer and said very intimately , "I'll get angry if you say that again."

Su Tuanyuan scratched her head and giggled.

"You have also lost weight recently."

"A few days ago, Qiuhu lost his appetite, and he was busy, so it's normal for him to lose weight."

Zihu stopped talking, she stretched out a slender finger, raised the round face of the servant girl in front of her and looked around, after a while, she frowned slightly as if dissatisfied, paused, and then said The small pouch at the waist was untied and put into the hands of the maidservant: "Take it and eat and play."

From Zhang Ziyao's perspective, he couldn't see what was in the small bag. He could only see that Su Tuanyuan untied it and looked at it with surprise on his face. He pinched a white thing from the inside and put it into his mouth. The room is full of satisfaction.

"Is it tasty?"

The maid groaned a few times, squeezed another one, and was about to put it in her mouth, when she bit the outermost layer of powdered sugar with her teeth, she suddenly heard "I'll try it too", and immediately smelled a light fragrance, and before Responding to what happened, a piece of softness was touched on the lips, and after touching it, the snacks held on the teeth were also taken away.

The little girl widened her eyes slightly.

The heart almost stopped beating.

Zihu, on the other hand, looked indifferently, rolled the candied lotus seed into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, chewed it lightly, and said with a smile: "It really is the best dried fruit shop in Beijing, and it is much sweeter than ordinary candied lotus seeds."

No one spoke at this time.

Because both Su Tuanyuan and Zhang Ziyao were dumbfounded.Zhang Ziyao turned around in a daze, this time he really left, but unfortunately his mind was still stuck on the scene of the two getting very close when sitting on the stone chair and lifting his delicate jaw slightly to snatch the snack from the maidservant's lips.

Zhang Ziyao thought to himself in a trance that this little bird seemed to be not as energetic as it looked before, and had obviously lost a lot of weight... But his intuition told him that he seemed to have missed the point.

When I went back and talked to Zhu Jiuyin, I couldn't help but be mercilessly laughed at again.

Although Zhang Ziyao didn't know why he was ridiculed in the end.

It also made him very depressed.

That night, I met Su Tuanyuan again, at the same place where I met her last time.But this time it was not a chance encounter. Zhang Ziyao followed the strong fragrance of ink in the air and met Su Tuanyuan in the corridor.

Zhang Ziyao was really surprised, because he couldn't think of any reason for a person to undergo such a big change in just a few hours - the round little girl with piercing eyes full of aura disappeared, and the girl in front of him The whole child seemed to have been taken out of his soul, and he seemed to be recovering from a serious illness. His face was extremely ugly, and his forehead was sweating. He had to lean against the railing to rest after walking two steps.

The fragrance of ink permeating the entire courtyard is like someone has knocked over ten altars of ink.

Although Zhang Ziyao was half a bucket of water, he felt something was wrong at this moment, so he simply walked out of the shadow when the little bird was shaking and about to fall again, and supported her, the latter was slightly startled and turned around in panic Turning around, seeing that it was Zhang Ziyao who came, he let out a long breath: "I don't know who it is."

Zhang Ziyao's eyebrows and eyes were serious, and his eyes swept over a small basket in the opponent's hand: "Little bird, why are you doing this?"

Everything in the world has been sealed and turned into the characters in the paintings of Menghua Jiang. Even if they break through the shackles and go outside the painting, they still cannot get rid of this essence.Therefore, there is no way for the person in the painting to turn the objects he carries into mortal objects to make them real. Whether it is a piece of clothing on his body, a hairpin, or a feather, they are only part of the painting.

The only thing that can be divided is the spirit of the painting.

This silly bird, not only plucked the gorgeous feathers from its body, but also cut its own soul alive!This kind of pain surpasses the pain of the skin, and penetrates deeper than the bone marrow. Ordinary people may not be able to bear one hundred thousandth of this pain.

"Stop it." Zhang Ziyao said, "Why did you go to such a point? Don't you know that if you continue like this, you may not only be re-bound in the painting because you are too weak, but you may even lose your spirit because of it. In the end, the soul flew away and turned into an ordinary painting, unable to move or scream..."

"knew."

"..."

"Tuanyuan knows." The little servant girl looked indifferent, and pushed away the hand supporting her, "But Miss Zihu picked up Su Tuanyuan's life, how could I just watch the girl fall to others in order to save my life?" Next, suffer all the humiliation?"

"..."

Zhang Ziyao was speechless.

"Sir, you are different from the painter I met back then." Su Tuanyuan turned her head and smiled, pointing to her chest, "There is something beating inside you, so you may not be able to understand what Tuanyuan said. Even if you don’t understand today, you will probably understand one day in the future.”

"I don't understand."

"Some things in the world are more important than life." Su Tuanyuan said, "Don't worry, today is the last time to pluck the green feathers, and the crown will be finished."

Zhang Ziyao looked at the haggard little girl in front of him opening and closing her lips, but couldn't hear what she was saying.

All I could see was the dazzling crimson red on her lower lip, which made people feel uneasy.

……

Three days later, the birthday of the Holy Majesty will be talked about even after many years.

It is rumored that the singer recommended by King Rui has become a legend. Even those high-ranking officials and nobles who have seen many rare treasures in the world can't help but sigh when they think about it. Her dress seemed to shatter the moonlight. The neon clothes pouring on the skirt; the wonderful voice that lingers for three days; the alluring face, the indifferent eyes, and...

That peerless and agile crown of emerald feathers.

It is gorgeous and exquisite above all skilled craftsmen in the world, and every detail is perfect. When the evening wind blows, the emerald feathers are lifelike, as if they are still in the belly of the bird, and there are waves of emerald green feathers in order.

When Zihu sings the song of wishing the birthday, the sky is even more grand like a hundred birds returning to their nests. Flocks of birds are singing, and the wonderful singing comes from the sky, or falls on the treetops, or hovers under the night, Or wrap around the stage singer and fall on her shoulders.

Auspicious and festive, auspicious signs are displayed.

During the banquet, Longyan was delighted, rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, hundreds of pieces of brocade, and countless rare treasures.

……

On this night, the willow shoots are on the moon, the emperor's birthday has not yet passed away, and the music of singing, dancing and flute is still heard from far away.

Somewhere in the deep part of the imperial palace, on the attic of a high platform, there are two young women leaning on each other on the window sills. One of them is Zihu who has just become the envy of all the singers in the world.And in her arms, leaning on another small body, compared to Zihu's gorgeous attire, she was dressed inconspicuously, and her complexion was pale and sickly, only her lower lip was red, which was very weird .

However, Zihu didn't seem to dislike him at all.

Ignoring the open boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin in the room behind her, she just looked at the moon in the distance calmly at this moment, and gently stroked the scattered forehead hair of the maidservant in her arms with her fingertips. , moving gently, as if afraid that a careless person would disturb the person in his arms.

"reunion."

"Yeah," the maid slightly opened her eyes, her gaze was distracted, she rubbed her eyes to cheer herself up, "Girl?"

"Sing with me," Zihu lowered his head, "OK?"

"Singing? Okay," Su Tuanyuan's eyes seemed to be closed slowly because of being too tired, "What should I sing?"

Zihu was silent for a while.

After a long time, she lowered her head, kissed the forehead of the little man in her arms who was breathing more and more lightly, and said calmly, "How about the song "Mayfly"?"

Feather of mayfly, fine clothes;

The worry of the heart is where I go.

Wings of mayflies, picking clothes;

The worries of the heart are gone, and I will return to rest.

The mayfly digs, the sackcloth is like snow;

Worrying about the heart, what should I say?

The singing voice rises and falls slowly, carrying the night wind for a long distance, the high and low singing voice does not add any singing skills, but it makes people feel at ease...

"Strange, where does the fragrance of ink come from?"

Between the seats, the current emperor muttered in detail, but this small question was quickly covered up by the bamboo silk voice during the banquet.

At that time, there was the sound of birds in the sky, and thousands of birds flew over the capital together. The door of an inconspicuous courtyard in Prince Rui's Mansion was pushed open, and a black-haired boy walked into the courtyard slowly, carrying At the beginning, I looked calmly at the direction where the birds left...

"Nine nine."

"Ok?"

"It's windy."

"Well, that's not it. Come into the house quickly. I heard that fools catch cold easily."