[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

A sudden rainstorm at the end of September wiped out the last bit of heat in Qingmen.In the imperial city of Dongxun Kingdom, the lord of the country, Gujuzhi, was dressed in a blue toga and held a purple brush in his hand. He stood in the six-eave water pavilion built on the Lingbo Pool, splashing ink in the autumn rain.

Only at this time, Gu Juanzhi will forget the boredom of the early court.Standing beside him was a tall and tall young man with handsome eyebrows and light blue eyes, pure and clear like the water of Lingbo Pond.

"Ye Qing, what do you think of my picture of misty rain and blue waves?" Gu Juanzhi put down his pen, picked up the hot tea handed over by the palace man, and used the tea lid to filter out the tea powder. Qingmen's freshest Autumn Drunk is only produced once a year. A hundred catties, half of which was sent to Jinhua Palace.

The man in Tsing Yi walked into the side of the caregiver, carefully considering today's new painting of the Lord of Dongxun Kingdom on the table.On the rice paper, misty rain envelops the painted buildings with painted railings, and the late lotus in the Lingbo Pond is still covered with misty rain. It seems that all the scenery seen in the eyes falls on this piece of painting paper.Gu Guanzhi, the leader of Dongxun Kingdom, is a master of painting, and his performance in state affairs is much higher than that of him.The man in Tsing Yi bowed his hands and said: "The master's calligraphy and painting skills are unmatched by anyone, and his eyes are clumsy when he brushes his clothes, so he dare not make unreasonable comments."

Gu Juanzhi took a sip of tea, he was already used to hearing other people's compliments, if ordinary people said that, Gu Juanzhi would have turned his back on him long ago, but when Ye Fuyi said that, Gu Juanzhi would always smile gently.Gu Juanzhi had been the lord of the Dongxun Kingdom for three years, and he was very boring. Sitting upright in the court hall every day, wearing a crown that weighed several kilograms on his head killed him, and then listening to those people in the court hall. The old courtiers had been fighting for several hours, but they couldn't figure out why. Gu Juzhi could only stare at the patterns of witch hazel inlaid on the top of the hall in a daze.The caretaker is in the emperor's house, and never thought that one day he would inherit the throne of Dongxun Kingdom, but everything is so helpless and coincidental. His brothers angered the old king for fighting for the throne. Angrily, the lord wrote in the will that he was not interested in government affairs on weekdays, but only liked to sing the wind and enjoy the moon. When he was dying, the old lord stared at his eyes and said angrily: "Even if the position of Dongxun country is passed on to someone who only wants A painter who can sing the wind and play the moon will not be passed on to those rebellious sons!" Gu Juanzhi put on the dragon robe just like that.Gu Juanzhi could have stayed in his own palace and become a lord who has nothing to do with the world, but now he has to face intrigues. Gu Juanzhi hates those flattering people and courtiers in the court. Only when the man in Tsing Yi is by his side will he be a little more at ease.

"I also know that my painting skills are superb. Ye Qing said it two or three times. Every time I draw a painting these years, Ye Qing just said that. In Ye Qing's eyes, do I have no other strengths?" Gu Juzhi deliberately glanced at Ye Fuyi, put the teacup on the desk, and took Ye Fuyi to the fence of the waterside pavilion, looking at the misty Lingbo Pool.This autumn rain fell for a whole day, with the patter of rain, and the raindrops falling from the sky fell on the green lotus leaves in the pond, forming a small clear puddle.Dongxun Country is located in the south of Zuzhou, and the four seasons change. Unlike Yankong, which only has two seasons, winter and summer, the heat of summer gradually dissipates, and the coolness of autumn wind slowly blows into Jinhua Palace, penetrates into people's underwear, and is close to into the atrium.

Ye Fuyi smiled: "Fuyi really doesn't know how to paint. If His Majesty asks, Fuyi can only answer like this."

"That's all, I know Fuyi that you will please me the most," Gu Juanzhi also smiled, "I heard from the courtiers this morning that the Liulifang in Yankong was burned down, and I was still thinking about it. It's a pity to send someone to Yankong to make a phoenix pendant for you and me." A look of disappointment appeared on Gu Juanzhi's face.

Ye Fuyi bowed slightly to salute Gu Juanzhi: "Thank you for your love, Your Majesty has rewarded Fuyi enough."

"You..." Gu Juanzhi shook his head, his eyes full of doting.Ye Fuyi was always cold and aloof in dealing with people and things. When Gu Juanzhi saw this young man in Hanlin Pavilion, he didn't pay him much attention at first.Later, a painter casually threw an ordinary painting on the ground. Ye Fuyi picked it up, lightly dusted off the dust on the painting, and carefully placed the painting on a desk beside him. This scene happened to be seen by Gu Juzhi, who loves painting, and Gu Juzhi asked Ye Fuyi, that painting is just an ordinary painting, why do you cherish it so much?Ye Fuyi replied respectfully: "Although painting is ordinary, it is the painter's mind. Painting pays attention to brushwork skills, but it also pays more attention to the mind. Although I don't know painting, I can see the artist's mind from the painting, so I picked it up." Take it up." Gu Juanzhi clapped his hands and nodded, Dongxun Kingdom was separated from the original Nanxun Kingdom, a small country composed of Anfalcon County and Qingmen County, and the national power of more than a dozen countries in Zuzhou is weak, and it may be annexed by neighboring countries at any time However, this precarious small country has been able to exist on the Zuzhou for nearly a hundred years, all relying on the Wucheng priests in the dark falcon county to set up an enchantment on the border of the country with mysterious magic, blocking all attempts to attack Dongxun country army.People in Dongxun country advocate witchcraft and sneer at singing the wind and playing the moon. If the current king did not like the wonderful brushwork of paintings, apart from the books of witchcraft, these paintings would not be kept in the Hanlin Pavilion.

Gu Juanzhi smiled: "Recently, Zuzhou is a bit uneasy. There is also news from Wucheng, saying that scouts from other countries have been found by the Jinghe River. Ling Grassland set up a pass, Ye Qing, tell me, is there going to be a war again?"

Ye Fuyi's eyebrows hidden in his bangs inadvertently raised, but Gu Juanzhi didn't see it.Ye Fuyi folded his hands in his sleeves and said calmly, "Is Your Majesty worried?"

Gu Juanzhi murmured: "Worry, I'm not expected to be an emperor, but I can't give away the country that my predecessors have single-handedly won. Our Gu family has been in Nanxun because of Gu Yunzhi who betrayed Nanxun. Unable to hold up his head, the ancestors were dissatisfied with the fact that Gu's life was always low, so he raised his troops. In order to make Gu's head up, the ancestors betrayed Nanxun again. Shi, unless..."

Ye Fuyi understood what Gu Juanzhi was going to say.He stretched out his hand to hold Gu Juanzhi's icy right hand. Gu Juanzhi is only 21 years old now, and he is considered relatively young among the lords of Zuzhou, followed by Mo Yishen, the current lord of Yankong Kingdom. The ink clothes are deeply majestic and talented, and the caretakers prefer to settle in the Jinhua Palace in Qingmen, splashing ink, trying to forget the turbulent war outside the palace.

"Master Yuan must have made up his mind, and the Gu family will not go back to Nanxun." Ye Fuyi remembered that when he left Cangluo, in a dilapidated old mansion, there was a man who had a close relationship with Gu Juan. A similar man holds a long sword in his hand, under the moonlight, the long sword glows with a cold light.He looked directly at Ye Fuyi, paused every word, and said in a deep and forceful voice, "Don't worry about anything just because their surname is Gu. Ever since Gu Yunzhi began, Nanxun Kingdom has nothing to do with the Gu family." That man also His surname is Gu, if you want to go back, his status in Nanxun is more honorable than Gu Juanzhi.Thousands of years ago, the head of the Nanxun Gu clan and the emperor of the Nanxun royal family Feng clan were close comrades-in-arms and brothers.Decades later, Gu Yunzhi personally cut off the tightly entwined fetters between the Gu family and the Feng family, and sent Nanxun Kingdom into the territory of Shile's unification. Gu Yunzhi was named the governor of Yunyuan, Guarding Nanxun on behalf of Yuanshi Emperor Tianmin, taking care of the Feng clan, until the troubled times came, the Feng clan killed the Patriarch of the Gu clan and regained control of Nanxun.Hundreds of years later, Gu Kai, the head of the Gu family, set up an army in Qingmen County, controlled Nanxun Wucheng, and stood across the Xuanshui River from Nanxun Kingdom.

"The courage of the ancestors cannot be matched by future generations." Gu Juanzhi sighed deeply, with no expectation on his young face.

The rustling autumn rain became stronger with the wind, and the chill penetrated into the bone marrow one after another.Ye Fuyi put a snow-white fox fur on Gu Juzhi, put it close to Gu Juzhi's ear and whispered: "Master, the wind is blowing, let's go back."

"Take that painting with you." Gu Juanzhi nodded and turned to leave the water pavilion.

Ye Fuyi put away the picture scroll on the case table, and followed. When he walked out of the water pavilion, Ye Fuyi looked up and saw a white shadow streaking across the lead-colored cloud, a snow-white carrier pigeon fluttering its wings in the rain and hurried north. fly.The corners of Ye Fuyi's mouth curved slightly, and he walked into the mist.

Yankong, Licheng.

Mo Jingzhi yawned big, turned over again, and the blanket covering his body slipped to the ground.When Fuyu walked in with a lotus cake, she happened to see this scene.

Fuyu gently put the Furong Cake on the table, walked over and bent over to pick up the blanket, just as she walked to Mo Jingzhi's side, Mo Jingzhi woke up.

"Greedy cat has a sharp nose." Fuyu smiled, picked up the blanket that fell on the ground and folded it.

Mo Jingzhi lay sideways on the couch, his brown eyes were piercingly bright, Fuyu was startled by the light in his eyes, and couldn't help but want to back away.

"Fuyu?" Mo Jingzhi held Fuyu's hand, the sharp light in his eyes receded, Mo Jing looked lazy, and slowly stood up from the bed, "Why are you running? I I won't eat them all."

Fuyu calmed down, smiled, and said angrily: "Master Hou, don't pretend, you don't remember Fuyu coming when you finish eating?"

"Is there?" Mo Jingzhi asked back.

Fuyu just smiled and didn't answer, took off Mo Jingzhi's black toga from the clothes hanger and put it on for Mo Jingzhi, tied the black belt carefully, put on the waist ornament, straightened the clothes for Mo Jingzhi, stood up, put his hands on The hibiscus cake on the side was brought to Mo Jingzhi.

Mo Jingzhi took a piece, stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, and praised Fuyu for his craftsmanship while eating.Fuyu smiled, and asked slyly: "Master Hou, isn't he afraid that Fuyu will poison you?"

Mo Jingzhi waved his hand indifferently: "Fuyu, if you wanted to poison me, you would have poisoned it long ago, why bother to poison me, a greedy cat, after cooking for more than ten years?"

Fuyu smiled even more happily.Yankong Jingliehou Mo Jingzhi only believed in one person forever, and that person was Fuyu. "The weather has turned cold recently, and Lord Hou should also pay attention to his body, don't be too greedy for coolness." Fuyu reminded that although Yankong is located in the north of Zuzhou, because Yankong Mountain is hot all year round, even in autumn, Yankong is hotter than those in the south. The country is hotter.However, with the arrival of autumn and the cool wind from the sea in the east, the temperature in Licheng gradually became cooler.

"My Fuyu is the most caring." Mo Jingzhi swallowed the last bite of Furong Cake, pursed his lips and smiled happily.

Most of the red pomegranate flowers had withered outside the house, and in the garden of Tingfengzhai, a patch of maple red was growing vigorously.Mo Jingzhi walked to the courtyard, reached out and picked off a piece of red maple, and stuck it between Fuyu's black hair. "Fuyu, let's make more chestnut cakes these two days."

"Is Hou Ye not enough to eat?" Fuyu thought that he just made a plate the day before yesterday, and Mo Jingzhi thought about it again.

But Mo Jingzhi shook his head: "I'm going to Yanjing, and I have to bring some Licheng specialties to my friends. The Liulifang was burned, and this year's Liuli products will not be able to be made in a while, so I have to rely on Fuyu yours." Craftsmanship."

Fuyu's eyes changed: "Is the king doing it for Liulifang?"

Mo Jingzhi sighed: "Yeah, Liulifang hasn't been rebuilt in three months. Isn't that the fault of my Lord Jinglie? Those old guys in Yanjing have been quarreling with the king for three months. I can't stop."

Fuyu stood in a daze under the courtyard, staring at a fiery red maple leaf in a daze, ten years, since the moment she followed Mo Jingzhi, Mo Jingzhi had never been to Yanjing.Mo Jingzhi once said that he would go to Yanjing unless Yankong was invaded by foreign enemies.

"I'll make more." Fuyu said, "My lord, you will come back."

"Maybe." Mo Jingzhi didn't give Fuyu an affirmative answer, a sharp light flashed in his brown eyes.