Dream Hua Embers Records

That was last fall, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the Royal Garden in Ning, Zhongdu, there is a large lake called Huihai, which is a Buddhist name.

Except for the emperor's spring hunting, autumn hunting, or annual festival celebrations, there are usually no people here.But the reeds on the shore are noisy and noisy, but it is not deserted.

Yan Yin took the silver-haired Eunuch An, and spread out felt blankets, writing desks, and high-quality frosted paper on the bank, and faced Yanshui alone, to paint the reeds, the clear waves, and the blue sky from time to time. Bird tracks.

With a bang, a kingfisher fell from the sky and landed in the center of the drawing paper, with a little blood in its mouth, splashing like flowers, against the emerald green of its wings and tail, it was desolate and dazzling.

Both Yan Yin and Eunuch An were taken aback.

"Is it dead?"

When Yan Yin heard the voice, she turned her head to look, but saw a tall, dark boy, wearing rough linen clothes and barefoot, walking up from the lake embankment.Seeing Yan Yin in a fine attire, the young man hurriedly knelt down to salute, and said, "I don't know that your lord is here, so I offended you and begged for forgiveness." His speech was very gentle.

Yan Yin waved her hand, "Get up, don't be too polite. This is your bird."

"Yes." The boy stood up as he said, and hurriedly asked, "Is it still alive?"

Yan Yin shook her head, "It's already dead...Why are its wings and tail feathers so short? No wonder it will fall down while flying."

The young man walked over quickly, held the bird in both hands, lowered his head, and said with regret, "It has been plucked, and it flew out of the cage in a hurry before its wounds healed. I was not careful. Hey!" One didn’t pay attention when it was in the water, so it ran out.”

"Oh? They have been plucked, are they still alive? Can they fly again?" Yan Yin was a little curious.

"If you don't take care of them and let them fend for themselves, they will die. If you put them in a cage and take good care of them, their feathers will grow back and they can fly again. It's just that the newly grown feathers are a little shorter and the color is not good. If I were to pluck them, I would leave the two outermost ones on the wings and the two leftmost and rightmost ones on the tail unplucked, so that they would recover faster."

"But those four should be the best feathers on the kingfisher, right?"

The young man shook his head, "There is not much difference. Except for an expert like me, other people can't see it at all. The feathers grow on birds so that they can fly freely. They are the most valuable. Wearing them on people's heads is just good-looking. Why let them trade their lives for..."

"That's right!" Yan Yin sighed, "Then why not use their fallen feathers to make some emeralds? Do you have to pluck the feathers?"

"They don't want to! They say that the fallen feathers have the air of ashes, and it is unlucky for women to wear them on their heads... Whenever I see the fallen feathers, I pick them up and put them away. Now I have saved a few big ones. The boxes are gone... I hope one day, someone can use them."

Yan Yin heard that the young man spoke in a clear manner, neither humble nor overbearing, and couldn't help feeling a little good, so she asked, "Are you a jewelry maker in the manufacturing office?"

The young man shook his head, "I'm just a bird breeder and bird catcher in this other garden. I provide emerald feathers for the construction office and bird feathers for other purposes. During the hunting season, I protect these birds and prevent them from being hurt by snakes or foxes." Now, if you encounter an injured or sick bird, you will put it in a circle for recuperation, and when Spring Hunting, Autumn Hunting, or the prince comes to have fun, there will be birds to shoot."

The young man's voice was flat, but Yan Yin's heart stopped when he heard it, "But...wouldn't it be very uncomfortable for you, the bird that has been carefully cared for was shot to death again."

"Isn't it the same to raise chickens and pigs? When they grow up, they are killed and eaten for meat. They have no choice, and slaves have no choice..."

When Yan Yin heard that he called himself a slave, her eyes fell on the slave mark on his right cheek.The slave mark was branded instead of stabbed. It was so large that it almost covered the entire face, but it was blurry, so I couldn't tell what it was written on.It seems that it was burned on the face when I was very young, but now that I grow up, the traces are not clear.

Seeing Yan Yin staring at his face, the boy couldn't help but blushed and lowered his head.

Yan Yin's heart moved, and she asked, "Is your surname Kang?"

The boy raised his head, his eyes flashed, and he was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

"what's your name?"

"Kang Lin."

Yan Yin frowned and thought for a moment, "You are... Jin Lang?"

"Yes, you are..."

"I'm Yanyin!"

Yan Yin opened her arms, ready to greet Jin Lang with a hug.Unexpectedly, Jin Lang bowed down on one knee, "I'm going to slave Kanglin, see the little Sanlang."

Yan Yin hurriedly pulled Jin Lang up and looked him up and down.That child was half a head shorter than him back then, but now he is tall and strong, and the top of his head can barely reach the tip of his nose.

Jin Lang's arm was held by Yan Yin, a little embarrassed, "Little Sanlang..."

Yan Yin smiled, "What did you call me before?"

Jin Lang blushed, and muttered for a while, Fang whispered four words, "Brother Yanyin..."

"That's right!" Yan Yin smiled, "We are old friends, so there is no need to be so formal."

Suddenly, Jin Lang was shocked like an electric shock, his eyes were fixed on Yan Yin's painting, his hands trembled, and he couldn't hold it back, "That's...that's Xuandemen..." Jin Lang's eyes turned red instantly.

On the drawing paper stained with the blood of the kingfisher, it was exactly the scene of cranes dancing at the Xuande Gate outside the Daliang Palace at Zhengdan that year.

"That's right... On the day of Zhengdan, I was also on the gate tower. No one will forget such a grand sight."

"The scene that day, Father... Dad also drew a picture. When Dad drew, Madam hugged me and stood beside me."

"I know that Suzong's painting is now in the Inner Palace, and I watch it all the time."

When Jin Lang heard Yan Yin calling his father "Suzong", like an ancient man calling Qin Huang Han Wu, his eyes darkened, and he pursed his mouth and remained silent.

Yan Yin didn't notice it, as if she had found a bosom friend, she excitedly talked about the art of painting, "The composition of Su Zong's picture is balanced and stable, the center is peaceful, just like the face of a king, I can't draw that kind of calm and majestic feeling The picture of mine is of a person standing on the top of the building, leaning on a railing to look sideways, and only taking a corner of the eaves into the painting. Although it is more lively, it is deliberately different from Su Zong, but it is inferior..."

Jin Lang opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Yan Yin turned her head to the side, "What? Just tell me what knowledge you have, it's rare for me to find someone who knows how to paint."

"This one, the head and neck are bent when flying. This is not a crane, but the posture of a stork. This one's tail feathers are too straight and neat, like a heron, not a crane." Outlined in the blank space, "This is a black-necked crane, this is a red-crowned crane, and this is a white crane. These are the only three kinds of cranes in the world. They are white with black feathers, just like the cranes that day, but I was too young to remember exactly what happened." Which one is it?"

"It's just a stork, and it's just a heron. Its body and feathers are completely different from those of a crane, especially the movements of its neck and feet." Jin Lang said while slowly sketching.

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