Dream Hua Embers Records

The north wind blew for two consecutive days, and the weather suddenly cooled down.

Yan Yin was surrounded by the quilt, sitting on her knees, staring blankly at the water in the silver pot on the tea stove, boiling from cold, with a gurgling sound, and the pale water vapor gathered and dispersed, turning into a trace of warmth in this cold room, invisible and invisible Can't touch...

"Uncle Qing, if the water is boiled, it will be old and the tea will not taste good."

Qing Bo agreed, brewed a cup of tea, and handed it to Yan Yin.

Yan Yin looked down at the tea, and said with a smile, "I'm cold, and I can't eat this before the rain, so I'll give you this one, just give me a cup of white water, and get a bigger one."

"Isn't it all right to have a cup once in a while?" Although Qing Bo said so, he still followed Yan Yin's instructions and poured another large cup of boiling water.

Yan Yin took it with both hands. The thick and warm Cizhou kiln is well insulated and doesn't feel hot, but the thick warmth is just right in the hand.Yan Yin only felt comfortable all over her body, she fell in love with her eyes and gave a soft hum, and said, "It's okay to eat a cup once in a while, but it's not good for your body if you accumulate it over time. Many people's illnesses come from indulgence. , this appetite is actually the most difficult to resist."

"This is the prince's special order to deliver it with the small tea stove. It is the prince's favorite tea." Qing Bo said with emotion.

"Hmm... Father's body is hot, so it's suitable to drink this. When I was young, I loved to nest in my father's arms, like holding a charcoal stove..." Yan Yin still squinted her eyes and smiled slightly.

"It's cold early this year, why not... the old slave will go tell the prince tomorrow that we should set up the charcoal basin in advance? Or get a hand stove."

Yan Yin shook her head, "There are rules for when charcoal fires are lit in the mansion, why bother to make father unhappy, he should think that I'm greedy for enjoyment again."

"Alas..." Qing Bo sighed, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay." Yan Yin comforted Qing Bo with a smile instead. "This small tea stove is enough. Find a big porcelain bottle and fill it with hot water. It's better than a hand stove!"

Qingbo's eyes suddenly turned red, he thought how could such a sensible child not get along well with the prince? "I remember that when Mr. Sanlang was young, he liked to drink Xiaolongtuan the most. This old slave will go and get some."

"Don't! Don't trouble your father with such a trivial matter." Yan Yin hurriedly stopped.

"You don't need to tell the prince about this matter, the old slave is the master himself. Back then, I brought a lot of them from the south. People in the mansion thought they were too fragrant to drink, so they put them there. I just let the old slave want it. Drink, what are you afraid of if you bring a piece of bread?"

Yan Yin heard Uncle Qing refer to Southern Zhao as "Southern", which sounded like his own country.This battle has been fought for five or six years. Last year, the peace talks were resumed, and the Yellow River was agreed to be ruled. The amount of the old coin was negotiated again. History has come full circle, and everything has returned to seven years ago.But for some reason, when thinking of seven years ago, Yan Yin felt a stab in her heart, and after a long silence, she suddenly asked, "Father didn't throw away those books I brought back, did he?"

"No, no! How can it be possible! They are all put away in the side courtyard, and those clothes and utensils are put away properly, so they are not allowed to be brought to this courtyard." Qingbo said, twisting his face with his hands. With thin sleeves, he sighed, "My lord thinks those clothes are too extravagant, so I won't let Mr. Sanlang wear them. The new winter clothes are not ready yet. Mr. Sanlang will have to endure it for a few more days."

Yan Yin smiled and said, "It's okay, I can't go out anyway, and it won't be cold if I stay indoors with a blanket around me."

Uncle Qing sighed again, "I'll go to remind them again, it will be about two days, the mansion's own sewing is done, let them rush to work."

Yan Yin nodded and asked again, "Among my servants, there is a father-in-law with white hair. Do you know where he went?"

"Elder-in-law? Are you a slave?"

"No." Yan Yin shook her head.

"If it wasn't a slave, it would have been dismissed at that time, and they were all given some money."

"He's an eunuch with a... special appearance, and he can't speak. He has nowhere to go, and I don't know if he knows to go to the Huimin Bureau to live temporarily..." Yan Yin murmured, as if talking to herself.

"Huimin Bureau? Are you talking about the yamen run by Dr. Dai from Zhongdu?"

Yan Yin smiled, "Yeah, what happened to them? What rumors did you hear?"

"That is really a living Bodhisattva. There is a pharmacy for the benefit of the people in that yamen. The poor don't charge money for seeing a doctor and getting medicine. They just need to go to work to pay for the medicine. I have heard that there is such a yamen in China, and now we also have it in Yanjing. Already!"

Yan Yin smiled brightly, and whispered to herself, "It turns out that it opened so soon..."

"Yes, I heard that Doctor Dai came here on the same day as Mr. San Lang!"

Yan Yin nodded, pondered for a moment, and suddenly took Qing Bo's hand, "Qing Bo, I beg you, you must promise me!"

Uncle Qing was a little embarrassed, "This... as long as you don't violate the order of the prince, this old servant will naturally obey Lord Sanlang's orders, but if..."

"It's not a big deal." Yan Yin's tone suddenly became light, "I just want some brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, to practice calligraphy. It's a waste of time to be idle every day."

Qingbo sighed, "Mr. Sanlang is really hardworking and eager to learn. The two younger ones, Mr. Silang and Mr. Wulang, are beaten and scolded by the prince every day, and they refuse to practice calligraphy well."

Yan Yin shook her head, "They're still young..."

"Where are you young? I remember that when Mr. Sanlang was younger than them, he could already write long paragraphs silently."

"That's because my mother taught me well..." Yan Yin murmured, and then she laughed at herself, "What's the use of being able to write? My father doesn't like it. The two of them don't need to study literature. As long as they practice martial arts well, they can win." Father is pleased..."

"Mr. Silang is a young man who learns martial arts. Every day, he just pesters the guards in the mansion to teach him how to ride and shoot, but Mr. Wulang refuses to learn anything. He is very naughty. His mouth is as sweet as honey. If he got into trouble for the first time, he can always coax the prince into a happy smile and stop punishing him."

"What about the second brother..." Yan Yin said softly.

"Mr. Erlang's martial arts is excellent. All the guards in the mansion admire him. Even Mr. Xie can't stop praising him. It's a pity...the prince doesn't like him, and he won't let him go to the Iron Kite Army to practice."

Yan Yin knew that the second elder brother Yan Yi was the son of Zhao Guozong Ji, so it was naturally inconvenient for her to join the army to attack Zhao Guo, and she didn't tell the truth.It's just that I don't know what the father thinks in his heart, can't he trust the second brother?Still don't want the second brother to attack his mother country? "Actually... the second brother liked to study literature when he was young. He studied martial arts so hard because he wanted to please his father, but after so many years, his father still treats him as before. Why did you ever care?"

Hearing the sarcasm in Yan Yin's voice, Qing Bo hurriedly said, "I'm going to tell the lord tomorrow about this ink, paper and inkstone, the lord will not refuse to agree?" But his tone was a bit vague.

"Can you... don't tell my father, just secretly bring in a stack of paper, a pen, and an ingot of ink."

"This..." Uncle Qing hesitated, "Mr. Sanlang, if this old slave can sneak in the tea, I'll just say I'll drink it myself. The lord can't say anything, besides, the lord ordered to bring some tea for me." You... But for the stationery utensils, it is better to have a prophetic meeting with the prince. The old slave is illiterate, so he can't use them."

Yan Yin pondered for a while, "If the father asks, just say that the paper is used to wrap the porcelain, and the pen and ink were found in this house, can't it? It's not doing anything bad, I just don't want the father to know and get angry. "

Seeing Yan Yin's pitiful words, Qing Bo couldn't bear to refuse any more, so he nodded.

The pen is an old pen from the accountant, the ink is half of residual ink, the paper is jute paper, and the inkstone is replaced by a piece of bluestone.

Yan Yin carefully picked off the messy and broken brush hairs one by one, straightened the brush edge, and slowly grinded the ink.After pondering for a while, he started writing like flying, but he didn't write.

In just a moment, two little birds appeared on the paper, one was lying in the grass, eyes narrowed, drowsy.The other pair of feet grasped a reed, flapping its wings to fly.The two birds are alive and well, and the reed seems to be tense, like a full bow under the kick of the bird's feet, ready to go.Although it is only painted with ink.But the different shades of ink are used just right, it looks like multicolored.

"Good painting!" Although Qing Bo was a rough man, he could tell that Yan Yin's painting skills were not taken lightly.

Yan Yin smiled, "Can you see what kind of bird it is?"

Qing Bo squinted his eyes for a moment, "It looks like a kingfisher."

Yan Yin nodded, her eyes were confused, as if she was remembering something from a long time ago.

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