I don't know the breeze

I retreated from Mo Zuochen's room, but saw Liu Nongying standing outside.The sleeves were turned up slightly, and the ink hair was slightly raised, like an exiled immortal.It's really a picture-like character.

I had a lot of things I wanted to say in my heart, but when I saw him, I couldn't say anything.Thousands of words, but finally only sighed.

Liu Nongying said: "Now you are considered a member of the imperial court. You are not Muxiu, so it is better not to delay too long. Zuochen is mine anyway, and I will ask someone to take good care of you. Come and see me when you have time." He is."

I had no choice but to say hello and left Mu Chu Hall.

I arrived at Qionglin Courtyard with great anxiety, and just sat down at the table, someone outside the door said that the emperor had passed an oral order, saying that it was winter, and asked me to write some poems and essays for the occasion.I was upset, and complained: "At this time of killing, you need flowers or grass or grass, and what kind of poems are you looking for? It's better to go to the river in the suburbs to watch fish!"

The person who came in hurriedly tried to persuade with an apologetic smile: "My lord, don't say that. Although I don't know a few words, I have heard people say that the four seasons are different, and each has its own beauty. One or two I can't say enough words; it's just that mortals are blind and can't see it. When adults come down to earth, they must see far more things than us mortals with naked eyes. Your majesty thinks highly of you, so I ask you to do it. If it were someone else, His Majesty might not be willing to look at it even if it was sent to you without hesitation.”

Although I am not a person who likes to listen to flattery, I can't help him boasting like this.So he raised his head and took a look, seeing that his appearance was a sign, he asked with a smile, "You can talk. What's your name? Where are you from? Why haven't you seen him before?"

The little servant hurriedly lowered his head and replied: "As far as my lord is concerned, the younger one's name is Zheng Shen, and he was originally from a butcher in Beijing; his mother left early, and his father died at the beginning of the month. He has no worries and no one to rely on." , just when the palace was about to select eunuchs, I thought in my heart that at least there would be something to eat in the palace. The Lord was admitted to the hospital, and the Holy One felt that it was shameful that Qionglin Hospital did not have a waiter, so he sent someone who could read and write. It was a small blessing. When I was a child, my neighbor lived in a poor man who was stranded in Beijing. Xiucai, my father saw that he pitifully used leftover meat a few times, so he taught me to read a few words, so I was selected. At least I have a place to return to, and the pain of the skin is less. Now I see adults like orchids Such a suave character, I feel more and more happy in my heart."

I smiled and said, "Zheng Shen? This name has some meaning, but it's a bit common. If you want, how about I pick another one for you?"

Zheng Shen quickly said: "It is a blessing for the adults to name the little ones."

I nodded: "That's good. The ancients said, 'Restrain your body and save your mind', and there is also a saying of 'Three times a day to examine your body'. From now on, you can call it 'Save your mind'."

Xing Xin knelt down and said, "Xing Xing thank you for your name."

I said: "Okay, you go out first, I wrote these poems first." He hurriedly kowtowed and went out.

I was upset at first, and I temporarily forgot it after teasing him, but now I am alone here, and the depression has turned up again, but I have to do it.So I endured my temper and wrote a few poems, and sent them over without carefully reading them.For a moment, Mo Zuochen was still in his heart, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

After a while, Xinxing came in again and said: "My lord, there is a message from the palace that His Majesty wants to see you."

I wondered: "Didn't you just write a poem, what are you going to do now?"

He said with a worry-free smile: "Maybe it's your lord who wrote it well. Your Majesty is happy to see it, and wants to reward you."

I still didn't believe it, so I entered the palace anxiously.

When I arrived at the imperial study room, I saw the emperor wearing a moon-white robe, leaning on the chair and squinting his eyes, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping; there were indeed some poems I wrote on the table.I have seen it according to the etiquette, the emperor sat up straight with a smile, and called me up in a warm voice.I stood up straight and waited for him to speak.

The emperor said: "I have read all of Fengqing's poems, and they are indeed precious, with endless aftertaste." Then he picked up one and said: "Like this sentence, 'When the body is dead, the thoughts are exhausted, and the string is broken, who will listen to it' , It is indeed a language of great compassion, it talks about parting love, and it talks about lovesickness becoming sick, it is really unbearable to read."

Then he picked up another one and said: "This sentence written about Mei's 'no owner is lonely, and the scattered things are not like dust' is also very good, and it has the meaning of pity and cherish the flowers."

The emperor put down this one, picked up another one, looked at it, and smiled: "This sentence, "Thousands of songs are good in the sky, miserable in the world" is very good, but it is very interesting to read. It makes a lot of sense."

My heart skipped a beat, but I heard the emperor continue: "Fengqing, don't be nervous, I don't mean to blame you. It's just that Fengqing never wrote such sad words in the past, so I was a little curious for a while. I don't know what it is Disturbed Feng Qing's thoughts, and made Ai Qing so miserable?"

I heard him so concerned and inquiring, coupled with the fact that he was really depressed and difficult to understand, I almost couldn't help but speak out the pain in my heart.After thinking about it, it was finally wrong, so I just said: "It's just some chores."

The emperor smiled and said: "Could it be that someone's girl fell in love with her? Don't talk about talent and learning, just talk about appearance, none of the beauties in my harem can compare with Feng Qing. If it's really where my heart belongs, Feng Qing can say it, even if it's her." Daughter of a lord, if I give an order, there will be no disobedience."

I hurriedly said: "Your Majesty misunderstood, I am not trapped by love, but I have met some idiots in the past two days, and I have some emotions."

The emperor said with a "Oh" and smiled: "I'm overthinking. I think there are some idiots in this world, thinking about it day and night, looking forward to remembering year after year, it's hard to say goodbye, it's hard to meet Difficult, in the end it’s just lonely.”

I lowered my head and said, "Your Majesty is absolutely right."

The emperor went on to say: "Mr. Ouyang Wenzhong once said: 'Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon'. It is very well written, and it has exhausted all these things. It is true that I can't control my love. It has nothing to do with Fengyue; when I fall in love for a while, I naturally don't care about other things."

Hearing these words, I stared blankly at him for a long time without coming back to my senses.The sentence "Life is full of love and infatuation, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon", actually included all the thousands of thoughts in my heart these days.

I was quite touched and said: "Your Majesty's words will untie the knot in my heart."

The emperor laughed and said, "Oh? If so, I should be proud of myself. Fengqing's knot is not something everyone can solve."

I sincerely said from the bottom of my heart: "Today, I was abrupt and wrote some things to vent my grievances. Your Majesty is not surprised. Tomorrow, I will write a few more poems and present them to Your Majesty again."

The emperor smiled and said: "Feng Qing's words are not correct. The ancients said that 'laughing and cursing are all articles'. Feng Qing's sadness has allowed me to get a few good poems of sincerity and sex; I am happy It’s too late, what’s wrong with you? But since Feng Qing said he wanted to write it, I’m willing to accept it; but it can’t be called an apology, it’s just that I admire you and want to blackmail you for a few more poems.”

I was amused, and without thinking about it, I smiled and said: "Your Majesty really doesn't want to lose face. He has a lot of power, but he still has trouble with a few of my poems."

The emperor smiled and said, "What's the matter? Country is country, poetry is poetry, they are incomparable."