Yaoniang's face turned red all of a sudden, she didn't even look at him, and asked him for the paper.
The king of Jin refused to give it to him, held it in his hand and said, "This word is really ugly. I don't know that you can write poems to express the depression in your heart. Look at this sentence, it's useless to say lovesickness, it's okay to be melancholy It's pure madness."
The more he spoke, the colder his tone became, the colder his eyes became, the scum-like eyes stared back and forth on Yaoniang's face: "Even if lovesickness is useless, why not hold infatuation and be melancholy for the rest of your life? This king makes you very melancholy, The person you miss so much shouldn't be the groom?"
Yaoniang yelled: "Where did you go, I didn't think about anyone."
King Jin snorted coldly, his face was icy cold.
This love poem was definitely not written for him, he was by her side every day, and still made her feel so sad, there must be some wild man that made her miss it all the time.
Is it the groom? Or the little catcher? Or was there some wild man he didn't know about
She hasn't been with her since she was fifteen years old. After that happened, she couldn't be interested in hooking up with a wild man. Needless to say, it was the previous thing
childhood sweetheart? Childhood sweetheart
No wonder she wanted to leave him so much at that time, besides Xiaobao, there must be something hooking her soul outside.
Jin Wang only needs to think that Yaoniang has a little wild man from her childhood sweetheart, the two of them grew up together, maybe when they grow up, they will know a little about love affairs, even secretly kissed her little mouth, maybe that little wild man even touched her rabbit Son.
When an ordinary girl was as big as she was before, how could she have such a plump figure. A hand touched her little pigeon, and turned the little pigeon into a white rabbit, and then it became what he liked. As soon as he thought of this, King Jin was filled with violence, wishing he could find that man and tear him up.
All Jin Wang's thoughts happened in an instant, Yao Niang was just ashamed of her own handwriting, ashamed to be seen by others, who knew that the other party would have so many thoughts.
However, she also realized that something was wrong with King Jin's mood, and explained in a soft voice: "You really think too much, I don't think about anyone, I just write for fun when I have nothing to do."
"I've never seen you write something like this before!"
Well, the problem is that she never thought of this before.
It was probably because his father had influenced her too deeply, so she subconsciously felt that men always think that a woman's lack of talent is virtue. Coupled with the fact that these things have been thrown away for too long, she can't remember them at all. It was also when she went to the Zhen Guogong Mansion yesterday and saw Qiao's living place arranged like that, that she realized that she could pick it up again, and even learn it again.
"I didn't write this poem myself. It was collected in a collection of poems given to me by Mrs. Shizi. I thought the artistic conception was beautiful, so I copied it. In addition, don't think about it. The reason why I didn't show it to you is because I The handwriting is too ugly, I want to practice better before writing for you."
That's all
King Jin glanced at her suspiciously, and the suspicion in his bones began to make trouble.
But her expression is too shallow, because he knows her too well, he can clearly understand the meaning of every expression and every look in her eyes.
She wasn't lying. He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he suddenly remembered the sentence she said to write to him when the words are better practiced.
She wants to write love poems to herself
"I know that you copied this poem." King Jin cleared his throat and finally his face was no longer so cold.
Yaoniang was immediately distracted, how did he know
"I've seen it." After finishing speaking, King Jin snorted disdainfully: "You women and Taoists like this kind of things that moan without illness."
What do you call women and Taoists!
Yaoniang was angry in her heart, knowing that King Jin's stinking problem had happened again.
It is obviously wrong, but it is still not to admit it, and to confuse the public by belittling others. She glanced at Hua Hua who was looking at her with the same arrogant eyes, snorted, turned her head and left.
Are you angry
King Jin glanced at Yaoniang's back, and also went to look at Huahua.
Different from treating Yaoniang, Huahua's eyes are as soft as possible at this time. She squinted her cat's eyes, and leaned her body to rub against King Jin's leg, but was swept away by King Jin's long legs.
Yaoniang was so angry all morning that she didn't speak to King Jin during lunch.
Everyone knew that the side concubine was angry, and it was His Highness who provoked her.
After lunch, Yaoniang didn't take a nap, but went to the study, leaving King Jin sitting alone on the big kang in Dongcijian, looking at Xiaobao.
In this regard, Xiaobao is happy to see the results, and he always has to make his father suffer once before he realizes that clay figurines also have three parts earthy nature.
Feeling so happy, Xiaobao grabbed Huahua and the two of them rolled on the kang. Huahua's favorite person, besides King Jin, is Xiaobao, and she is willing to condescend to play with him.
King Jin glanced at his son who was rolling with the cat in distaste, then pulled his shoes and went inside.
Recently, he has developed the habit of napping.
Even in the Ministry of Industry, when the time comes, they will sleep in the duty room for a while.
After lying down for a while, I couldn't fall asleep. King Jin came out of the bedroom again. Xiaobao and Huahua had already fallen asleep on the kang, with a blanket on their bodies. Huahua didn't sleep well, she opened her eyes and glanced at King Jin when she heard the movement, and remembered to follow, but she couldn't bear to part with the warm blanket, so she closed her eyes again.
The door of the study room was closed, King Jin pushed it tentatively, and then pushed it open.
Sure enough, Yaoniang was writing something at her desk.
I quietly walked over to have a look, and saw that her posture was awkward, and the hand holding the pen moved from time to time, which could be seen because of the uncomfortable posture of holding the pen.
King Jin took a step forward and took her hand holding the pen from behind: "There is no fixed way to hold the pen, you have to make it wide and wide. You don't have to worry too much about the correct way to hold the pen, how comfortable you are, as long as there is room for movement in the palm, the pen will be free and comfortable. Just be flexible."
As he said that, he let go of Yaoniang's hand and let her write in the most comfortable way. Sure enough, Yaoniang's posture is not correct, but because she knows what the correct way is, it is wrong to always worry about herself in her mind, and she is affected by it instead.
"You should remember a few essentials. The fingers should be firm and the palm should be empty, and there should be a degree of tightness. That is what I told you before, there should be room for movement in the palm of the hand, but the fingers should firmly grasp the pen. It should not be too tight. Don't be too loose. Just keep your wrists straight... You have to relax, don't be too tense... "
King Jin took Yaoniang's hand and wrote the character "Jin" on the rice paper. The handwriting of this character is thin and strong, drawn with gold hooks and iron, full of arrogance, and the strokes are like cutting gold and cutting jade. golden body.
This is the first time Yaoniang has seen King Jin write. In fact, she has never seen it before. Occasionally, King Jin will bring back some secret letter books and the like, and write something on it from time to time, but Yaoniang never She didn't go up to read it, so this was the first time she saw King Jin writing.
"His Royal Highness's handwriting is so beautiful." Yaoniang can't see what is good and bad, and good-looking is good handwriting in her eyes.
"You are a beginner, copying Shoujin is easy to go astray. I, Wang Ming'er, will send someone to Ben Yangong's "Duobao Pagoda Tablet". You copy one or two every day. Over time, you will definitely improve."
King Jin said while holding Yaoniang's hand and wrote a few big characters in Yan style. The pen is powerful, round and thick, dignified and majestic, and magnificent. Obviously, his attainments in Yan style are quite deep.
"Your Highness, you know a lot."
Even though he was as thick-skinned as Jin Wang, he couldn't help but blush when he was praised twice in a row. He coughed lightly, let go of his hand, and interrupted: "You write a few words and I'll see if you have mastered the posture of writing."
As King Jin retreated to the side, Yao Niang uncomfortably adjusted the small regular script in her palm. But when she held the pen, she still couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, always wanting to adjust the posture of her hand.
King Jin didn't speak, just looked at her, Yao Niang pinched her several times, but it was not comfortable, so she simply didn't think about whether the posture was right, just as King Jin said just now—
'Refers to solid palms, tightness and tightness, straight wrists and flat hands. '
She kept chanting silently in her heart. At first, she was obviously hindered by her posture when she wrote two characters, but gradually she began to write smoothly. Although the words are still ugly, after all, there is no jerky pause just now.
"Even if you don't have the foundation, start with the red painting, draw ten red sheets every day, and I will check it."
King Jin's posture was too serious, Yaoniang was naturally intimidated by him, and she didn't care to get angry, she nodded honestly like a child who just entered school.
"As for tracing red, it will start tomorrow. You have practiced for a long time today, so you should go to rest first. When practicing calligraphy, you should pay attention to relaxation, so that you can learn good characters."
Yaoniang, who was stupefied by King Jin, was coaxed back by him like this.
The two got on the couch, and King Jin found a comfortable position to embrace her, and he no longer felt unfulfilled just now.
This heavy snowfall lasted for five days, and the snow fluctuated from time to time.
From the perspective of people who have stayed in Jinzhou, this snow is really nothing, but to people in the capital, it is extremely rare.
Many common people's houses in the outer city were affected by the disaster. The Yamen servants of Jingzhao Mansion and the soldiers and horses of the five cities shuttled back and forth every day to settle these displaced common people. It is said that Daxing, Wanping and other places adjacent to the capital gathered a large number of disaster victims, all because of the disaster victims subconsciously gathered from nearby places to the capital, but were stopped outside.
The capital is an important place, and it is impossible for disaster victims to flock here.
Fucheng would report the situation outside to King Jin every day, but King Jin didn't move at all.
Yaoniang couldn't bear it any longer, and asked him: "Someone is already giving out porridge outside, if not, let's give some too, it doesn't need to be too much, it's always out of our hearts."
The porridge givers she mentioned were small porridge sheds opened by some wealthy families in the capital, but there was no movement in the homes of some nobles and ministers.
King Jin shook his head and said, "Shoot the bird that stands out."
But this early bird appeared soon, and it was Princess An.
It should be said that it is King An.
Recently, King An was in the limelight, and King Hui was abandoned. He ranked the longest, and he entered a noble place like the Ministry of Rites. The Ministry of Rites seems to be a noble place, but it is in charge of the lifeblood of the imperial court. The imperial examination held every three years is presided over by the Ministry of Rites.
Nowadays, officials and students pay attention to these kinds of relationships, fellow countrymen, same year, and same teacher.
It is said in "Shengyuan Lunzhong" that the students are in the world, near or hundreds of thousands of miles, far away or thousands of miles, with different languages and names, and once they enter the imperial examination, there are so-called examiners, who are called teachers; Those who are the same examiners are called Fangshi; those who are on the same list are called the same year; the sons of the same year are called nephews; Disciples; and those who take the middle of the disciples are called the disciples; the disciples are called the teachers of their teachers, and they are called the grand masters.
It can be seen clearly!
Between the teacher and the disciple, between the same year and the same year, there are generations of people, intertwined, and huge interests.
Therefore, if a civil official can be hand-picked as the chief examiner of the examination, even if he is a deputy examiner, it will be enough to add a lot of capital to him.
Think about it, all the students who are selected in this subject are their own students, what a sight!
Whenever the spring is approaching, there are cars and horses in front of the gate of the mansion that is suspected to be hand-picked as the chief examiner, and the other attention is the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Because apart from the chief examiner who was hand-picked by the present, most of the other examiners are from the Ministry of Rites, so they are not very popular.
King Chacha'an also served as the head of the Rites and Cleansing Department of the Ministry of Rites, and the Yizhi and Cleansing Department was in charge of the imperial examination.
With the very hot His Royal Highness King An and the very hot Ritual Department, it is obviously a cold winter. King An's mansion is full of people, and there are countless people who are turned away every day. King An seems to be unwilling to make friends with these people
Of course, this is only superficial. In fact, what should be done is done in private, and Wang An's disciples come forward to socialize. Even the scheming Wang An was a little bit impatient after several times, and would try once every three years, which was a good time for him to recruit a large number of young officials.
There was a snowstorm in this room, and Prince An's Mansion opened a porridge shed with great fanfare in that room. There were more and more comments in the market about King An being a virtuous king. It is not as good as the second prince's King An, if he is a prince, he should be King Li'an.
All of a sudden, this voice became louder and louder.
In the middle of the court, some old ministers wrote a letter suggesting that Emperor Hongjing should appoint a candidate for the crown prince as soon as possible, which would be the blessing of the whole country, but Emperor Hongjing was not clear about his attitude and kept suppressing it. There was a burst of shouts, and someone in the court actually began to admonish Emperor Hongjing.