"Jing'an, come here quickly," Mu Nanzhi stood beside the stall selling lanterns and waved to Princess Jing'an, "Come here quickly, I have something good for you to see!"
Princess Jing'an and Du Heng were so busy that they saw Mu Nanzhi holding a hibiscus-style lantern in front of Princess Jing'an and said happily: "Jing'an, look, there is a hibiscus-style lantern here. Isn’t it a surprise? Do you like it? It’s the first time I’ve seen it.”
"Really there are hibiscus flowers?" Princess Jing'an nodded hurriedly, took the lantern from Mu Nanzhi's hand, looked at the pink hibiscus flowers painted on the lantern, she couldn't put it down, she was so busy The lantern was raised in front of Du Heng, "Du Heng, look, this is really a hibiscus flower!"
How could Du Heng, a tall and thick man like him, recognize these little flowers? But he also knew that Princess Jing'an liked hibiscus flowers the most. He followed Princess Jing'an to look at the pink hibiscus flowers and asked, "Axiu likes hibiscus flowers so much?"
"My previous palace was full of hibiscus flowers, but they were rarely seen when I came to Dali's palace," Princess Jing'an said with a smile, "But this master's paintings are very good and lifelike."
"Then our yard will also be filled with hibiscus flowers." Du Heng said softly into Princess Jing'an's ear.
Princess Jing'an blushed and nodded: "Okay."
Du Heng took a writing brush from the vendor and wrote seriously on the lantern -
Spend the morning and evening together under the hibiscus flowers.
Du Heng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and neglected to practice calligraphy. Naturally, his handwriting is not very beautiful. However, Princess Jing'an felt that Du Heng's handwriting was really beautiful. She couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect that you are still beautiful." He is a man of letters and martial arts, he wields the sword with dignity, and his handwriting is beautiful."
"You praised me for my martial arts skills, but I reluctantly accepted it. As for my literary skills, Axiu, please don't belittle me." Du Heng said with a smile.
Princess Jing'an said seriously: "I really think your handwriting is good."
"You can see that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Axiu," Du Heng smiled slyly, reaching out to stroke Princess Jing'an's forehead, and said, "I didn't expect that a rough old man like me would actually There is also a day when I am a Xi Tzu.”
"Bah! You're not doing anything right!" Princess Jing'an spat, but she couldn't help lowering her head and laughing. Her eyes fell on the knives and swords on both sides of Du Heng's waist, and she couldn't help but ask, "I've always wanted to ask you. , Why do you have a sword and a sword on your waist? I see other people carrying either swords or swords, but I have never seen anyone carrying two swords and one sword, and I have never seen you use a sword. "
Du Heng also lowered his head, gently stroking the hilt and hilt of the sword with both hands, and explained in a low voice to Princess Jing'an: "This sword is mine, and the sword belongs to the general."
Princess Jing'an was startled: "Since it belongs to the general, why do you wear it here?"
"Ever since the general was injured in the leg during the Battle of Hue, he no longer likes to touch swords. This Long Quan sword that followed him through life and death was also left in the warehouse by him. Later, it became rusty. I felt uncomfortable looking at it. , and then kept it with me, wiping it every day, and carrying it with me. Maybe one day the general will have a sudden impulse to dance with the sword again? " Du Heng said softly, and gently rubbed the tiger head carving on the sword hilt while looking at it. He said, "It is said that a tiger falls in peace and is bullied by a dog, but I know that one day the dragon will be able to establish itself as a water god."