Chapter 199: Ruthless talk and counseling
Chapter 199 Ruthless Words and Counseling
"In the palace?" Cui asked, "Do you know who is here?"
If it's the emperor's side, there must be something serious to look for the old man and them; and if it's in the queen's palace, nine out of ten people come to invite Zhaozhao into the palace to speak-but today it is destined to be no one.
"I was an inmate, saying that he was here to deliver your majesty's verbal order. At this time, he was talking with the old man in the front hall."
The maid said: "The slave and maid had roughly inquired about it. It was because your majesty wanted to build the Wanfu Building for the Empress Dowager. For this reason, many celebrities were invited to Beijing. I heard that Wanfu Building was named Wanfu Building because it was located in the window lattice of the building. Liang Dong and others have to engrave tens of thousands of blessing characters-this blessing character, His Majesty has chosen the second master to write it as a model, so he specially came to ask someone to invite the second master into the palace tomorrow."
Speaking of this, the maid’s eyes are shining, and some of them are like Rongyan.
The Cui family glanced at each other with his son, a sigh, a helplessness.
was appreciated by the palace, and the inscription for Wanfulou is indeed a glorious thing.
But for the second uncle who has never cared about these false names, I am afraid it is a bit difficult.
Of course, the difficulty is not to write a few words and make a few pictures, but to get him up in the winter without getting up.
This matter soon passed to Xu Yun's ears from Xiao Si.
"Don't go!"
Xu Yun on the bed uttered two words decisively, and then pulled the quilt, dulling his face.
"Can……"
Xiao Si approached, his face reminded with embarrassment: "The old lady has already agreed to you... and the palace's will, I can't refuse it. If you don't go, I'm afraid it would be wrong."
"Why, can he still chop off my head?" Xu Yun said in an angry manner.
Xiao Si said in a low voice with complicated expression: "Don't tell me, you can."
Going bigger, resisting the decree and not complying, is it not a sin of beheading?
Under the quilt, Xu Yun's face was stagnant, and immediately his eyes became darker: "Then I won't go!"
Beheaded just beheaded, as if he was afraid of death and could not bear this life!
So--
The next morning, this person got up cursingly.
"What is the difference between this and torture? What evil did I commit in my last life..."
The little boy who put on the robe for him sighed in his heart.
Wake up so many times in a winter day, if all of this caused evil in the past life, then these ordinary people in the past life shouldn't be a big demon per capita in the past?
No matter how reluctant Xu Yun was, he still held his hand stove and quickly went out.
There is no way, a person is alive, he has to say harsh words, and he has to do some counseling.
After entering the palace, Xu Yun was invited to the Hall of Preservation, and under the auspices of several civil servants and officials of the Ministry of Rites in charge of Wanfu Tower, they discussed the details with the scribes.
Half a day passed, Xu Yun put down the pen in his hand and stretched out with a yawn.
An internal supervisor brought lunch over, and everyone stopped eating. After a short rest, they gathered around again to ponder.
Xu Yun leaned back in the chair and couldn't help falling asleep.
At this time, a loud singing voice suddenly spread into the inner hall, awakening him.
"The emperor is here!"
Everyone immediately got up and bowed to salute.
Emperor Qingming walked into the pavilion, and said warmly: "Mr., get up quickly, you don't have to give this vain gift."
Next, I just asked some questions about the progress, and at the end I didn’t forget to say: “It’s really a great job, gentlemen.”
The end is the appearance of a courteous corporal.
The scribes hurriedly said: "Your Majesty has said that..."
"Your Majesty built Wanfu Tower for the Empress Dowager. It is an act of benevolence and filial piety. It is a great honor for me to be able to participate in this process."
Xu Yun sighed in his heart.
Benevolence and filial piety, merit——
This kind of trick is not to engrave tens of thousands of blessings, this kind of self-deception.
So, this year of literati is not good, even if you don’t even have the courage to tell the truth?
is really vain to be a scholar of writing, it is heartbreaking, and it makes people spurn.
Although he dare not say.
But it does not affect his scolding.
Then I thought about it, those who really dare to say will definitely not come.
"By the way, I also ask Mr. Xu to move to the side of the palace with me."
Qingming Emperor looked at Xu Yun who was taciturn, and said with a smile: "You Lao Xu made a painting for me——"
Xu Yun looked down and said "Yes", and went to the side hall with Emperor Qingming.
The hall is filled with a faint scent of true fragrance, stepping into it, makes people feel at ease.
Seeing another person in the hall waiting here, Xu Yun did not have too many surprises on his face, and calmly saluted: "Empress Empress."
The queen nodded slightly, "Mr. Xu."
"Today, I intend to ask Mr. Xu to draw a portrait for me and the queen." Emperor Qingming helped the queen to sit down with one arm, and said with a smile.
It turned out to be a portrait of the empress——
Xu Yun smiled and responded calmly.
Soon an internal supervisor set up paper and pen.
Xu Yun stared at the pair of empresses in the seat.
Before he paints a real object, he must first observe the charm of the outline of the object, and only when he has a grasp of his heart can he start writing. This has always been his habit.
His eyes moved slowly inch by inch, and the woman in the same seat looked at each other for a moment.
She is gorgeous and elegant in clothes, her air is calm and dignified, and she always has a decent smile in her eyes.
Compared to the person he had known before, the person in front of him really looked like a painting.
Xu Yun started to pick up the pen.
At this moment, an **** walked in quickly, was stopped by Li Ji, and asked in a low voice what was going on.
After listening to the eunuch’s answer, Li Ji considered for a moment, he still entered the hall, walked to the side of Emperor Qingming, and whispered: "Your Majesty..."
Qingming Emperor turned his head slightly to look at him, seemingly unhappy.
Ran Li Ji still said: "On the side of Yongfu Palace, the Concubine Rong concubine made someone come... Said that the little prince was crying, I don’t know what happened..."
He can dominate the things next to , but it's about the newly born little prince, no matter how big or small, he doesn't dare to neglect it at all.
Qingming Emperor heard the words, and as expected, raised his hand and signaled Xu Yun to stop first.
"I will go and see and come back." He preached to the queen.
The queen nodded: "Your Majesty, go and take a look. It's not too late for your Majesty to get free when it comes to painting."
But the child just cried for a while, is it worth calling someone to invite the emperor?
I am afraid that I heard that the emperor brought her to the Hall of Preservation, and I felt unhappy.
For the other side’s shallow means of striving for favor, she just wanted to say: Thank you very much, maybe more.
Emperor Qingming nodded and got up, and said to Xu Yun: "Don't blame it, sir."
"Your Majesty's words are serious." Xu Yun put the pen back and got up to salute.
Emperor Qingming went out, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He looked back at Xu Yun behind the drawing and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu don't want to go back in a hurry. I will have a reward later. To Mr. Xu—"
Hearing the deliberately heavy word "reward", Xu Yun was puzzled.
Since is specifically mentioned, this reward is obviously not too common.
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