Is this princess trying to make things difficult for Shu Qing? Qi Yu couldn't stand it any longer, and said to Murong Shu clearly, "Shu Qing, don't give in any more, show your talents and let them know."
In his opinion, Murong Shu is elegant and refined, with unique knowledge, and even if his talent is not comparable to that of the younger sister, he must be extraordinary. This princess is aggressive, so why are you polite
Murong Shuqing was stunned, God, does her uncle really think she is a talented girl? Didn't he see that He Xiangjun kept winking at him? Even Qi Rui's face fell when he heard his words. Murong Shuqing bowed her head and smiled bitterly, what will she do next! Sing, she can't! Dancing, she won't! Playing the piano, she's a layman! Poetry, she's worse! Her head suddenly started to hurt. She thought that her cold was getting worse. Now that she fainted, it should be the right time!
"Shu Qing, let's go."
Qi Zhonglin's vigorous and powerful voice suddenly came, and Murong Shuqing raised his head in shock, unexpectedly meeting those wise and clear eyes.
Murong Shuqing frowned slightly, Qi Zhonglin knew that Murong Shuqing had no talent, so why did he want her to go? Is it-
The two looked at each other for a long time, Murong Shuqing suddenly stretched his brows, the faint smile rose again, got up and looked around at everyone, and finally met Chuqing's provocative eyebrows, Murong Shuqing calmly replied: "In this case, Shu Qing is showing ugliness. ."
Murong Shuqing whispered a few words in Lu Yi's ear, and Lu Yi responded and retreated. Coming to Qi Zhonglin's side, Murong Shuqing said with a smile, "Grandpa, use the inkstone."
Qi Zhonglin nodded with a smile, and handed out the inkstone in his hand.
Arriving at the center of the courtyard, Lu Yi had already prepared a large table. Murong Shuqing held the inkstone and smiled, "I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha today, so I will use the ink of this inkstone to give my grandfather a couplet for his birthday."
I saw that she clenched the inkstone with both hands, exerted a little force, and turned it slightly, and the inkstone actually split in two from the middle! She held one in each of her left and right hands, and upon closer inspection, there was another world. One is engraved with a scorpion, and the other is engraved with a scorpion. When they are combined, the head is hidden in the middle, and only the fine scales can be seen. The design of this inkstone is so ingenious and unique, it is indeed a fine product.
Murong Shuqing placed two inkstones on the left and right, walked back to the main table, took the wine in his right hand and the tea in his left, and poured a little of each of the wine and tea into the two inkstones amid the surprise of the crowd.
What is she going to do
After Lu Yi had finished grinding the ink separately, Murong Shuqing walked to the table and spread the rice paper on the left and right sides, only to see that she picked up two wolf cents with her left and right hands at the same time and dipped them in the ink. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again after a while, his eyes were already clear and ethereal.
Her hands rise and fall, she swayes naturally, and her gestures are smooth. She actually writes with both hands!
With a neat return, the couplet has been written.
Jia Ding raised the couplet slightly so that everyone present could see it. The left and right were:
The room has the rhythm of zhilan spring
People are like pines and cypresses
With both hands together, the fonts are not the same. On the left is the elegant running script, and on the right is the steady regular script. The combination of hardness and softness seems to be very unrestrained, but it can subtly reconcile the quiet style.
Xuantian Xing Lang praised: "Good word."
The writing style of running script is exquisite, slender and eclectic, handsome and beautiful, and vigorous and natural; regular script strokes are round and free, vigorous, imposing and vigorous. Such simultaneous writing is not impossible for no one, but due to personal preference or the division of labor between left and right hands, generally focus on writing on one side, while writing on the other side is relatively poor, but the two pictures on the left and the right in front of you are actually different from each other. Wonderful, indistinguishable.
On closer inspection, the ink in the running script on the left is slightly lighter and clearer, with a hint of luster; the ink in the regular script on the right is thick and heavy, mellow and long. The same pen, the same paper, the same inkstone, just the difference between the tea and the wine, the ink will be different. Is this the magic of this inkstone
Murong Shuqing, what other surprises can you give me? When Xuan Tianxing looked up again to look for Murong Shuqing, what was left in the huge front yard were only the couplets that were not dry. Where could there be her shadow!
After walking out of the gorgeous and noisy front yard, Murong Shuqing rubbed her head lightly all the way, sat down on the winding corridor, and took a deep breath of the cool autumn night wind. Only then did her headache get better. If she doesn't escape, the endless princess still doesn't know what moves she's going to use.
Calligraphy is the only talent she can bring out to meet people. In the past, her grandfather was a calligrapher, and she also liked calligraphy, so she insisted on practicing for a few years. When she got here, she could only use a brush, but the more she wrote, the more she learned. It's just that the princess continued to entangle, and she was afraid that she would only faint.
She has always liked the desolation, mystery, and mist of the night. She pulled the green lean behind her and sat down. The two of them leaned against the stone pillars of the corridor to watch the pavilions that were tough in the day and soft under the caress of the moonlight. The beautiful scenery and peaceful time cannot last long like the beauty of Shaohua. In the distance, two small figures were vaguely seen clamoring for them, and Lu Yi quickly got up and stood respectfully behind Murong Shuqing.
"What you said is wrong, what I said is right." The boy argued.
"You are talking nonsense, what I said is right." The girl confronted each other.
"I'm right."
"I'm right."
Qi Fengzhuo? Qi Yu? The two little guys are usually as good as conjoined twins, sticking together in everything. What are you arguing about today? In order to save his ears, Murong Shuqing had to interrupt the snarky quarrel between the two and said, "What are you two arguing about?"
Seeing that it was Murong Shuqing, the two of them ran over excitedly, one of them pulled her sleeves and shouted, "Sister Shuqing, tell me, which of us is right?"
Just a little head was swayed by them, and it started to hurt again, Murong Shuqing quickly raised his hand to stop their shaking, and asked, "What did you tell me, so that I know who is right and who is wrong? "
Qi Fengzhuo glared at Qi Yu, who was on the side, and said first: "Yesterday, Master Taifu asked, what is the basis of the greatness of the country? What is the basis for establishing the country? For this, the country is founded on agriculture." If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told her immediately after class, and now I will fight with him!
Qi Yu also stared back unceremoniously, and replied confidently: "It was originally." She had asked Daddy, how could it be wrong
"you-"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Murong Shuqing hurriedly said: "Okay, don't quarrel, you can tell your reasons."
The young Qi Fengzhuo coughed twice, with the appearance of a little adult, shaking his head and said: "The ruler is the highest, the respect, the foundation of the country, the soldier is the strong, the defense, and the instrument for the establishment of the country, so Take the ruler as the foundation, and build the country with soldiers."
Seeing that he was serious about crunching his words, and still looking quite like, Murong Shuqing held back a smile, nodded lightly, and gave him a smile of approval.
Qi Yu, who was on the side, snorted in disapproval, showing a high opinion at the head and covering his face, "The people are the people of the country, without the people, how can the country come to the country, there is no food, not to mention fighting to protect the country, and starving to death, of course, it is farmers. It's heavy."
"You quibble."
"You are ignorant."
"you-"
The two cock-fighting little people were facing each other again, and they would never give up without refuting each other.
"stop."
Murong Shuqing's soft cry really stopped the quarrel between the two, they were on the left and right, with bright and pure eyes, staring at Murong Shuqing without blinking, and asked, "Sister Shuqing, you say, Who is right?"
who is right? Murong Shuqing sighed inwardly, and replied with a chuckle, "All right."
Her answer obviously did not get the approval of the two little guys. Qi Fengzhuo said disappointedly: "Hmph, you want to fool and perfunctory us! Anyway, I am right."
Qi Yu raised her pretty face slightly and said disdainfully, "I won't waste my words with you."
There is no concession here, "Hmph, who cares."
After speaking, after glaring at each other, the two walked away from each other, ignoring the other, and dispersed.
Seeing the two angry figures disappear from sight, Murong Shuqing let out a low laugh, this is the legendary two little Wugua, childhood sweethearts.
The ear finally regained its tranquility, Murong Shuqing leaned his head gently on the stone pillar and closed his eyes slightly. Lu Yi, who had been speechless behind him, asked hesitantly, "Miss, who are they right?"
Opening her eyes, she looked at Lu Yi who was thinking about her eyebrows, Murong Shuqing wanted to hear her thoughts and asked, "What do you think?"
Lu Yi pondered for a moment, and said, "Little Miss is right." She has seen many people sell their children and daughters for food and life, and their families are not married. Back then, because there were so many brothers and sisters in the family, they couldn't afford to support her, so she was sold to a big family as a maid, and finally sold to the Murong family. If it wasn't for her, what would be her fate
Looking at her dignified expression, she guessed that she must be remembering some unpleasant past, and did not want her to be immersed in the past, Murong Shuqing pulled her to sit beside her, and said, "They are all right."
"All right?" Lu Yi was puzzled. She just thought that the young lady just wanted to not hurt the hearts of the two little masters, so she casually said that they were all right. It turns out that both are right
Lu Yi was so interested in this issue, Murong Shuqing said patiently and in detail: "From the standpoint of the Ministry of Households, there is nothing wrong with putting people first and establishing a country based on agriculture. Warm, the people can't make a living, then the country will not be a country; from the standpoint of the Ministry of War, it is not wrong to put the king as the foundation, and it is not wrong to build a country with soldiers. , I'm for fish, so they're all right."
"So there are many answers to this question?" It turns out that there is not only one answer to a question, not only right and wrong.
Murong Shuqing nodded and smiled, "Yes, it depends on the individual's position."
Originally, the queen had never had a child, and the emperor had not named a prince. This year, the queen gave birth to her first son as the mother of the country for the emperor. That is to say, the battle for the throne officially began. In fact, the focus of this question is on those princes, and their answers are the most important. After all, how a monarch answers these two questions will affect the development and destiny of the entire country.
Lu Yi seemed to understand what Murong Shuqing said, but she still looked at her with admiration and admiration, and said with a smile, "Miss, you are amazing, you understand everything!"
Do you know everything? Murong Shuqing got up, his thin figure even more thin under this moonlit night. She raised her head slightly, her eyes swept across the bright moon, and lingered among the flickering stars. After a long time, she said in a low voice: "Lvyi, I understand, it must have been experienced, and these experiences are either personal experiences, or Indirectly learned, but the process must be sentimental, painful, helpless, and confused. Therefore, knowing is not necessarily a good thing; not knowing, it is not necessarily sad. If someone can protect you for a lifetime and you do not understand, then it is also a Be happy."
In the late autumn night, it was gradually getting colder, and the night wind blew the hem of her skirt and her hair, creating waves of microwaves, but the corners of the skirt and the black hair were tangled in a mess. The bright moon is already on the branches, but unfortunately in the corridor covered by the vigorous trees, there are still only the mottled moon marks.
The night was getting cold, and Murong Shuqing said lightly: "I'm tired, let's go!" The dark green figure accompanied by the breeze, stepped on the moonlight, and went to the place where the emeralds add fragrance to the winding depths.