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For jade carving, several court painters select the allusions and anecdotes of ancient sages and sages, divide the labor and sketch the pattern template, and then hand over the pattern to the general supervisor, and then nearly a thousand craftsmen from the general supervisor and invited folk craftsmen work together to carve and carve it.It took two years just before and after the carving. Although it was adhering to the original intention of promoting the prestige of the country and extending its reputation to all directions, even if the manpower and material resources spent on transporting a huge stone weighing [-] jin from the extreme north to Beijing were not included, It can be called a waste of money and people.

The holy will has been abolished, and all the remonstrances of the censor and the eunuchs have been kept in the middle, and it is rare for Emperor Chunyou, who has always been admonishing, to go his own way.Fortunately, in the more than two hundred years since the founding of the Jin Dynasty, most of the successive monarchs practiced frugality and did not engage in military affairs. Open your eyes and close your eyes to bear it for the time being.

The jade carvings are placed in the unfinished Qin Garden. Although the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is dark and deep, a full moon in the sky is full of silver light, and there are kindly lamps next to the four-cornered flower and tree potted plants. From time to time, there will be maids on duty. Oil injection continues to shine.In this way, the base is a blue and white jade carving supported by copper casting, on which are vigorous ancient trees, towering cloud rocks, regular Huai ropes, small huts and even working people with different appearances, although they are no longer than an inch, they all unfold slowly. There is no confusion and redundancy, and the expressions of the characters of birds and beasts are also delicately portrayed and lifelike. If you look closely at the left and right sides, you will know the allusion of Dayu's water control that seems to be borrowed.

The surrounding audience were all amazed, and when the words and sentences were brewed in their hearts, they went to several places on the case, twitched their beards and pondered, and wrote with a pen, and suddenly repeated a few sentences and called out that it was inappropriate, frowning, discarded it, and wrote another one sheet.

After writing, all the poems and prose were handed over to the servants, and after the banquet, the emperor personally read them, judged the good and bad, and rewarded each with different rewards.

Most of the construction of the Qinyuan Palace has been completed, only the details need to be carefully perfected, and the banquet is actually not a hindrance.

On the high platform, the Jiaofang Division and the Bell and Drum Division jointly performed a rice-threshing play. The dancers and servants pretended to be farmers and women and rent-collecting officials, and performed the quarrel and battle of rent and tax collection during the autumn harvest. This move was passed down from the ancestors of the Kai Dynasty. The rules are nothing more than making successive monarchs always remember the difficulty of ordinary people working in the fields.

After the banquet, the emperor drove back, and the ministers also had a residence in the huge palace to stay temporarily, so they were not in a hurry to return to the capital after taking a bath tomorrow.

Not long after, Tang Ci, who was accompanying him to the banquet, was summoned to meet the emperor.

Emperor Chunyou sat high on the couch, with two golden dragons woven on the ochre-yellow round-necked robe as a happy reunion, and Fu boots on his feet.

"This Fu was written by you?" After the emperor finished speaking, Li Shunde, the head of the imperial court, presented Tangci with a wooden tray with paper on it.

Tang Ci unfolded the paper and glanced at it, and replied: "It is indeed made by the minister."

The emperor nodded and ordered someone to give him a seat.

After a while, the emperor asked again with a cloudy face, "You actually used Erwang's calligraphy?"

Li Shunde, who was serving tea for Tang's speech, paused slightly when he heard the words, and almost spilled the tea.

Tang Ci smiled lightly: "Ji Kang is good at piano, and Tao Qian is good at wine. Regardless of the quality of the piano and wine, it is a foreign matter. If you do it in moderation, you will go down in history and sacrifice your life to serve the country. There is no gain or harm. It's just a hobby of ordinary people. When I was young, I had good looks, and later I specialized in Liu Fengti, but recently he is quite interested in Erwang's calligraphy, the time is running out and the copybooks are less, and the form and spirit have not been obtained, which makes His Majesty laugh."

The emperor stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, pointed to the paper in Tangci's hand, and commented loudly: "Er Wang's calligraphy is strong and powerful yet peaceful and natural. After all, you are still young, so it is inevitable that you will be more impulsive, and occasionally your strokes will jump out of the rough and inappropriate. You have to practice more in your spare time." He paused, then continued, "Even so, the article has lofty and profound intentions, yet it is kind and lovely amidst the flashy rhetoric. .”

Tang Ci nodded and said: "I remember, I will take time to practice calligraphy every day, thank you for your majesty's guidance. Thank you for your majesty's appreciation, but I think it is still very different from the great Confucian ministers in the court."

Li Shunde was frequently stunned as he listened, and read Tang Ci up and down four or five times. Ten spring and autumn, is the person in front of him still the cold and arrogant Tang Ci?

The emperor drank a lot of wine at the banquet, and he was already feeling a little smug. At this moment, he didn't have time to discern the changes in Tang Ci, so he raised his hand to signal Li Shunde to hand Tang Ci a carved brocade box on the table.After hesitating for a while, he asked dryly, "Can you give me the sachet I asked you to give to Biyun Temple Jingci earlier? Did she say anything? Do you still like it?"

The emperor's words were unbelievable and extremely cautious, each word seemed to be forced out of his throat, and Tang Ci felt sick to his stomach, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth as usual: "Jing Ci Master took the sachet and wore it day and night, and liked it very much, and the days of headaches and insomnia have been reduced a lot.”

"Very good, very good." The emperor murmured a few words softly as if he was relieved, and then pointed to the brocade box, "Inside is the picture scroll drawn by the artist for enjoying the jade carvings at the Mid-Autumn Festival. You can choose a date after you return to Beijing." Send it to her to have a look."

In addition to the jade carvings, the full moon and rare stars, and dignitaries and dignitaries in the picture scroll, there is no shortage of this ninth-tier real son in front of him.Tangci thought that he was going to give this picture scroll to Jingci with his own hands, and he couldn't help being short of breath, but after thinking about it, he was naturally indispensable in the picture scroll. Yes.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid it's a waste of talent to make you stay in the Imperial Academy." The emperor looked at Tang Ci, and seeing that she was still sitting upright after hearing this very clear statement, he nodded secretly in his heart, "It's just the East Palace. Zhan Shi's mansion is empty, how about you become Zhan Shicheng?"

Tangci lifted up his robe, bowed and knelt down: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

At that time, Zhang Ji, the apprentice of Zhang Bao, the former vice steward of the imperial court, trotted in, knelt down on the ground, and presented the manuscript to the emperor, with a smirk on his lips: "I heard that the Lord Long Live has not had a good rest these nights. I personally copied several Buddhist scriptures and enshrined them in the Buddhist hall, and just now I sent someone to present this Buddhist scripture to His Majesty, saying that reading it before going to bed can also calm the mind."

The emperor took the manuscript and flipped through it, his eyes were full of doting, and he laughed heartily: "This child's handwriting is much better than before, and it really makes a difference if he changes to a satisfactory teacher." He said to Zhang Ji again. , "Go to her and tell her to rest early. She is prone to physical weakness and illness after traveling between the two places. Don't hurt your body just to copy a few Buddhist scriptures."

Zhang Ji repeated yes, and went out with Tang Ci.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tang. Your Majesty praised the birthday speech you wrote for Princess Anning after reading it." Zhang Ji also wanted to flatter and flatter him, hoping to smooth over the fact that he often spoke for Tang in front of the emperor. Shunliu laid the groundwork out unobtrusively, and unexpectedly, he walked around the veranda, and saw a beautiful woman with crescent eyebrows, shoulders full of moonlight, and body full of clear water color waiting at the corner.

"Princess Rou Ke." Zhang Ji stopped and greeted Rou Ke, and Tang Ci also bowed to salute, but his expression was cold and there were traces of respect and distance.

Rou Ke looked straight at Tang Ci, met her alienation and indifference, as if facing a stranger's eyes without retreating, she took a step forward and smiled: "Father is good at poetry and prose. Today I missed the next month's poetry discussion because I stayed home due to illness." It’s a pity to think about the anecdote of the discussion. Master Su Wentang’s writing skills are exquisite, can you copy one or two for me, and after returning home, I can also relieve my father’s unbearable hardships.”

Tang Ci was noncommittal, but he really wanted to refuse, but Zhang Ji was inconvenient to refuse to commit the crime. He readily agreed but couldn't say it, so he fixed a pair of black and clear eyes on Zhang Ji, hoping that he would always be the best at seeing people. The eunuch who acted on his face can temporarily communicate with himself and help him out.

Rou Ke also looked at Zhang Ji, and for the first time there was frost in her gentle and clear eyes that no one could comment on, and the implication was obvious.

Zhang Ji, who was caught in the middle, couldn't help shivering, and felt that he was about to be poked into a sieve by the eyes of these two people either left or right, or a small sieve for sifting rice grains.He bowed his head and glanced at Tangci, and then at Rouke. After weighing the identities of the two, he finally smiled and cupped his hands at Tangci: "What did you say just now? Master Tang has really been promoted steadily. Since then He jumped up from the cold bench of the Hanlin Academy and entered Zhan Shifu. Although his rank was only raised by half a rank, he was doing things for His Royal Highness. I don’t know how many people are envious of him! No, Prince Yu also favors His Excellency, There must be a bright future in the future! I have a decree, so I have to go to His Royal Highness Yiyang to pass the decree first, and I will allow my servant to leave first."

Hearing this, Tang Ci shot Zhang Ji angrily at his back before he disappeared in a broken step, and immediately blamed him to [-]% in his heart!

The two of them were silent all the way, and when they reached the place where Rou Ke lived, all the servants in the palace were turned away, and even Qiao Qing, who was serving her personally, was nowhere to be found.

After closing the door, Rou Ke approached the round table, opened the celadon octagonal box, and eight delicate pastries of different colors and shapes were displayed in front of her eyes.She took out another pair of silver chopsticks and a small saucer, and poured a cup of tea: "The meal served at Guanglu Temple at the dinner party has always been greasy and heavy on meat. You can't eat so much meat as a snack, but you are greedy, and you often have stomach troubles because of it when you were a child." I sat far away from you during the banquet, but I didn’t know if you were full? So I ordered someone to pass some food over on my own. If you are still hungry, just taste a few bites. If you are not hungry-accompany me Can you say a few words so I can look at you more?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all, Rou Ke turned around, faced Tang Ci who stood there as if in a dilemma, took a step forward, and said helplessly, "Yongjia..."

Tangci turned his face away, and said sullenly: "The minister told the princess that day, the minister's surname is Tang, the name Ci, and the Yunzhou people are not the 'Yongjia' that the princess said. I don't know this either." What kind of person is Yongjia, male or female, does he have the same face as the minister, so he deserves the princess's careful care and treatment of Zhisi."

Under the shadow of the candlelight, the corners of her eyes were dimly glowing, and she couldn't tell the emotion in it.The unmodified timbre sounds much thinner than when I was a child, but it sounds better.On the contrary, this face is much more beautiful than when I was a child. If it wasn't for the well-fitting and wide official uniform and the straight black gauze hat that made the outline and eyebrows a little more masculine, maybe I should have recognized it long ago?

"Okay, you say you don't know who 'Yongjia' is, so I'll tell you." Rou Ke took a step forward every time she said a word, and she said, "Emperor Xiaozong and Empress Yici lived together in the second year of Kangle. She gave birth to the eldest daughter, who was intelligent and able to speak early. At the full moon ceremony, the emperor named her "娢越", and gave her the title "Yongjia" when she was one year old. There are several younger siblings under her, but she is the eldest daughter of King Yu, Princess Rou Ke Yuan has a good relationship and is the most congenial, and often stays in the same couch. Unexpectedly, for nine years, King Yu opened the palace for his family's prosperity and continued because of his own selfishness, so that the rebellious army invaded Da Nei without bloodshed, and supported the new emperor on the throne. Rou Ke Weak and incompetent also followed his father, and enjoyed his success without leaving home for several months. When he stepped out of the mansion the next year, he knew that the world was full of vicissitudes, as if it had been a lifetime."

The distance between the two was only a few dozen steps, and before Rou Ke finished speaking, there was only a thin sheet of paper between her and Tang Ci who was cornered, how could she not know the struggle and intolerance in Tang Ci's eyes, but No matter how calm and self-sufficient the temperament is, I have waited for these 12 years, hoped for these 12 years and endured these 12 years, but now I can no longer restrain the growing self-blame, guilt and longing in my heart.

Rou Ke hugged Tang Ci tightly in her arms, almost choking with sobs: "Ah Yue, I'm sorry, I just hate that time will never return, I will definitely return with you, regardless of life or death."