Vol 2 Chapter 1205: Roll up the sky offering

Fu Junlan and the maid waiting outside also rushed into the house subconsciously to see what happened.
The monk who broke in did not find anything abnormal in the house, and quickly sat down beside the couch, caught the pulse of Shang Shuqing, cast a spell, and then asked Fox: "Is the county master having a nightmare?"
Shang Shu nodded, "I'm fine." As soon as she looked up, she found Fu Junlan also came in and froze for a moment, but this was her boudoir, subconsciously looking at her bare feet, and the lower leg of the trousers was also exposed. Startled, his feet quickly shrank into the quilt and embarrassedly said: "Fu Gongzi is here."
Fu Junlan's eyes also touched. The pair of crystal and jade-run barefoot was beautiful, but the other party's hiding action also made him suddenly realize that it was inappropriate. This is the girl's boudoir, and she turned around and turned her back to her: "I heard a scream just now It ’s rude to rush by in a hurry. The master of the county is not to blame. "He said he fled as soon as he fled, his face flushed.
When the guests came, Shang Shuqing could not rely on the couch anymore and quickly recruited people to wash and change clothes.
When everything was all right, Shang Shuqing went out. When he saw the rising sun, he knew that drunkenness last night caused him to sleep late.
The next person invited to dine, and she did n’t need it anymore. First, she had no appetite. Second, she was embarrassed to let Fu Junlan wait any longer.
Go straight to the side of the pavilion, meet with Fu Junlan and ask, "Son, what's wrong?"
In fact, she had hinted at the other party in her speech yesterday. She wanted to be quiet, but did not expect that the other party came on the initiative without agreement.
What can Fu Junlan say, it can't be said that Feng Ruonan ordered him to come? An excuse: "Go back last night and meet the son of General Wang, mentioning the county master's promise to calligraphy and painting, I wonder if the master still remembers?"
Shang Shuqing was stunned, and there was indeed such a thing, but he did not promise the specific time. Why should he be so anxious?
But since Fu Junlan had already run errands for Prince Wang, it was inconvenient for Fu Junlan to return home empty-handed, afraid that Fu Junlan would lose face in Prince Wang, and after a little silence, Shang Shuqing nodded and said: "Father, please follow me."
The two went straight to the study room. Without any effort, Shang Shuqing personally laid out the painting paper on the clean table.
Fu Junlan was studying ink for the next generation, but he was quite expecting, because he knew that the woman's writing skills were extraordinary.
In fact, the king's son did not urge him. He first made excuses to see him, and secondly to enlighten the other party.
He did n’t know exactly what happened, he could n’t find the direction, and he did n’t know where to start to enlighten him. He could only intersect with talented women. This is the only way for Lao Xin's calligraphy and painting. To change his mood.
However, after Shang Shuqing raised the pen, he was a little dazed, empty of eyes, empty of heart, and nothing in his heart, and I didn't know what to paint.
Where does her mind now go, and her daze gradually becomes bleak, and the pen is slowly drawn on the bottom of the drawing paper, and a strand of slender seedlings is presented with the light and heavy strokes, and a few strokes is a wonderful plant.
Fu Junlan looked sideways and saw that it was a plant of grass, followed by another grass.
Painting and painting, Fu Junlan found that something was wrong. Shang Shuqing's men's strokes became faster and faster. The grass that gradually expanded lost its elegance, and gradually became a deserted grassland. The brush and ink were near and the distance was faint, and a desolate grassland spread far away.
Over the barren grass, a large area of ​​white space, a little pen and ink fell on the top of the drawing paper, the pen faint rubbed, and then embellished, and a flying bird appeared, gradually flying away.
The bird is not angry, because the jackdaw returned, and compared with the desolate grassland below it gives an endless sense of sadness.
See also Shang Shuqing drew the pen and dipped it in ink, and then dropped it on the drawing paper, and the lines were slightly scribbled. The scrolls were largely blank, and the handwriting was running fast.
Fu Junlan looked at her stunnedly, only to see that her face was sorrowful, with seemingly endless grief and indignation. After she finished her work, she slowly closed her pen and stood quietly like a lost soul.
Fu Junlan's throat knotted, his mouth swallowed dry, and found that he seemed to have found the wrong way of enlightenment.
Looking down at the scribbled handwriting on the paper again, I recognized slowly: "The dry wormwood is bleak again and again, a piece of loess grass. The yellow paper is thousands of pieces fluttering and fluttering away, rolling up the sky offering! Who swallows, glass of wine Sacrifice, drunken eyes and tears, gradually blurred, rivers and lakes ... "Suddenly, he looked at the people beside him.
Shang Shuqing murmured and said to himself, and continued the last sentence, "Jianghu is in a dream ..."
There was silence in the study room. Fu Junlan stared at her for a long time, and finally reached out his hand, pulled up the ink and calligraphy and painting on the table, and then looked closely.
The picture is full of endless desolation, and then add a few lines of endless desolate words, making the whole picture sad and full of broken heart.
But he had to admit that this is a good painting with good quality in both words and paintings. It is undeniable that the mood in the painting is undeniable. It is too sad. Is this a gift for Prince Gong? After receiving it, Wang Gongzi is estimated to affect his mood. Can this thing be given away?
In fact, at the beginning, it was not his intention to participate in the amusement park and want to be the spouse of the royal palace. His own conditions are not bad, and he is not worried about finding a beautiful woman, who does not know the ugliness of the governor of the king's palace, and the sons of big households with some conditions who would like to marry such ugly women?
But there was no way, due to family pressure, he had to follow.
However, with the later contact, I can more and more feel what kind of person the woman in this appearance is. Gentle, good-hearted, blue-hearted, and she ca n’t see the sherd of the county master. She is a woman who thinks about everyone. .
And under that ugly appearance, there are hidden talents unknown to outsiders, piano chess, calligraphy and painting, poems and songs, proficient in everything, such as the calligraphy and painting in front of you, the letter comes.
At first he was reluctant. Later, he was really reluctant. The so-called unrecognizable person is now known. He is really convinced by Shang Shuqing's talents and feels that he has found a treasure.
But now, after seeing this calligraphy and painting, the things that have been secretly speculated before seem to have been made clear in the calligraphy and painting.
"Roll up the sky festival ... Roll up the sky festival ..." Fu Junlan, holding the calligraphy and painting, murmured this sentence repeatedly, remembering the situation when yesterday's worship, a gust of wind, the paper flying in the sky stirred, and This sentence is so appropriate.
But how sad it is to be able to write this sentence, the scribbled burial seemed calm and calm, and the name of the deceased was not written on the tombstone, and there was no tear in this woman, but in this woman In his heart, the hidden sorrow, but he wished to scroll the whole sky to pay homage!
And helpless, who can swallow, drink wine, drunk and weep, can only be in a dream.
"Sovereign!" Fu Junlan sighed softly.
Suddenly, Shang Shuqing regained his consciousness when he heard the sound, only to realize that he was distracted. He did n’t even know how long he had been taken away. He did n’t know how long he had been stupefied. Let the youngster laugh. "
Fu Junlan smiled forcefully, shook his head, and tried to ask, "Sovereign, is the buried peach blossom fairy the Taoist? He ... he died?"
In a word, this one sentence seemed to break everything. Shang Shuqing was inexplicable and burst into tears.
She refrained from crying before, she couldn't cry in front of others, she suddenly burst into tears, her hands covered her mouth hard, and she couldn't shake her head. She didn't seem to want anyone to see her, she crouched down in spite of her manners. He whimpered under the table, sobbing, and his emotions were completely out of control.
Fu Junlan was troubled by her, and quickly placed the calligraphy and painting on the table and reached out to help her.
Shang Shuqing shook his head, could not afford to refuse, afraid of being seen by others, sobbing over his mouth, "I hurt him, I shouldn't invite him out of the mountain, shouldn't, shouldn't pester him for my brother and sister It ’s because I killed him that he could n’t even find a corpse capital. He must be very painful before his death. What despair should he have? Did someone save him at that time? Maybe someone around him could help him nothing……"
Fu Junlan didn't know what she was talking about, sobbing, and covering her mouth, she couldn't hear clearly.
But when he was listening, he crouched in front of her, waiting, and there was a bit of melancholy in his expression.
After a long time, Shang Shuqing, who finally vented, let go of her mouth, wiped her tears from her sleeves, and apologized, "Sorry! Sorry! Master Fu, I ... I ..." She stood up and seemed to react to something. There are also a lot of confusion, and I do n’t know how to explain it.
Fu Junlan also stood up, smiled, and shook his head: "It's okay, the death of the old man is indeed a sad thing. My family members passed away, and I have experienced it."
Under his appeasement, together with Shang Shuqing's own self-control, his emotions quickly stabilized.
After she wiped away the tears on her face, Fu Junlan tried to ask, "Is the county master loving Dao?"
Shang Shuqing suddenly panicked again. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and waved his hand: "Master Fu, the relationship between Dao Ye and me is innocent, which is not what you think."
Fu Junlan smiled, he seemed to be calm now, and the whole person seemed a lot more natural, soothing, "The master is not in a hurry, I believe the master is innocent, and I do n’t mean what the master thought. I was just curious, With the talent of the county master, not everyone should be able to see you. Should a man who can treat the host like this with sincerity be amazing? "
Shang Shuqing was silent, I don't know how to answer it.
Fu Junlan asked: "Handsome and handsome? Merry and suave? Or is it because Dao Ye's mana is beyond my reach such as ordinary men?"
At this point, it seems that there is no need to cover anything. Since he asked, Shang Shuqing would not hide him. "I don't know how to describe him with my son. I want to ask the son. Will the son die for me?" ? "
Fu Junlan slightly smiled, then smiled bitterly, "Dare not deceive the county master, under the current circumstances may or may not, if really lucky to be with the county master, Fu Mou believes that he still has the responsibility."
Shang Shuqing: "He will! I don't actually have any surpassing sentiment with him. At most, he can only be regarded as a friend of his. At that time, the battle of Yanhu Lake, Yan Zhao and Zhao Jun confronted each other, and Zhao Guo took a strange trick to hijack me. It is used to threaten the withdrawal of the Yan Army. How can the two countries be defeated because of me, even my brother will give up on me. It is Dao Ye, Dao Ye knows that it is dangerous, or he takes risks to save. I am saved, but I am alone The Dao Ye was seriously injured after being chased, and when he was found, he was dying. If it was not rescued in time, then a little later, the Dao Ye died in Jiaohu for Qing'er! Save me, he alone is willing to die for Qing'er! "
: Thanks to the new leader "Amen" for his support!