"Shui Mei, are you ready?" Yan Jin asked Shui Mei in his heart. At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was completely different from Su Li's flirtatious behavior after she finished dancing.
It was still wonderful and joyful. Everyone was immersed in Yan Jin's rhythm, and Le Ji cried. The Le Ji who took the zither to Yan Jin also shed tears.
The east wind outside the hall seemed to be moved by Yan Jin's song and whistled, becoming gentle.
Yan Jin looked at the string that was still trembling slightly and pressed it one last time. The sound stopped.
Yan Jin's gaze finally landed on Yi Shuimei in front of him.
"Shui Mei, are you ready?" She sighed one last time in her heart.”
Yi Shuimei seemed to want to know what she was thinking. She turned her head and tried her best to squeeze out a smile for Yan Jin. Then, she looked at the officials who were stunned by Yan Jin's tune without any expression.
She turned to look at Jiang Baiqu again. Perhaps it was the last time she looked at him with hope. He was still smiling at her, but he was still holding that woman in his arms, Su Li.
Yi Shuimei's smile became more and more self-deprecating. She cleared her throat and said loudly,""Brush and ink!"
These four words broke the quiet atmosphere. Suddenly, someone came back to his senses and said in a strange tone,"Oh, Consort Chen doesn't intend to dance for His Majesty?”
Yi Shuimei's smile turned cold, and her voice became more and more solemn.""When did I say that I would dance for His Majesty?”
That person was speechless.
Yi Shuimei did not intend to let go of this person with evil intentions. Her voice contained a faint anger,"Don't tell me that bengong has to listen to your orders to offer a gift to His Majesty?”At this moment, the brush and ink had not been brought over.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat oppressive. However, Jiang Baiqu was still smiling. He watched Yi Shuimei's every move as if he was enjoying it. It was as if everything was related to his facial features, and he was just a spectator.
Once Yi Shuimei said this, no one dared to speak rashly. Silence returned, a deathly silence.
Yi Shuimei's tone repeated,""Brush and ink!"
There was complete silence, and no one dared to respond. It was Fei Xu who smiled and then waved at the chamberlain.
Before long, the two chamberlains came in one after another with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The things were placed on Yi Shuimei's table and no one grinded them. Originally, some people thought that they could watch Yi Shuimei make a fool of herself at this moment. Who knew that someone had poured some wine into the inkstone pool and picked up an ink block with one hand to grind it for Yi Shuimei.
Yi Shuimei was stunned. She raised her head and looked over, but she never thought that the woman who was grinding for her was actually Lin Hanxi.
Lin Hanxi smiled. She smiled sincerely and said softly,""I would be jealous of you, but now I'm even more jealous of her.”This woman was undoubtedly Su Li.
Yi Shui didn't smile, but she felt a little helpless. She really didn't expect the power of jealousy to change Lin Hanxi's attitude in front of her. It was even faster than Yan Jin's speed of mediating.
Unbelievable teamwork.
Yi Shuimei thought for a moment and picked up the Flying Fox Brush. It absorbed the ink in the inkstone and reflected a black color under the light.
Lin Hanxi retreated and returned to her seat with a smile. She became a spectator once again. Perhaps she was just unwilling to be a spectator and wanted to put on a show, so she came to help Shui Mei? However, this was not important.
That piece of paper was two feet wide and four feet long. Yi Shuimei raised her brush. Just as the ink drop was about to fall on the Xuan paper, she suddenly moved her brush. The tip of the brush actually caught up with the falling ink drop and turned it into the first heavy stroke.
He almost didn't lift his pen. He was originally writing in running-script, but it seemed to be a bit of wild cursive.
Her body and the movement of the brush seemed so disharmonious. It was as if she had poured all her strength into the brush. The brush did not bend, but it was under great pressure.
She wrote four words: The world is in peace.
The officials who saw these words were unable to close their mouths and let out a series of surprised cries. He kept muttering about how unbelievable it was.
It wasn't because the words were badly written, or because the words themselves were at the peak of perfection, but because these four words didn't seem to have been written by Yi Shuimei. Because the style of the brush, the style of the brush, and the meaning of the words were exactly the same as Jiang Baiqu's.
If he didn't say anything and brought it to the minister, then nine out of ten people would think that this piece of calligraphy was written by the emperor. As for the remaining one, it was because he didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Baiqu's words that he couldn't recognize it.
It was too similar.
However, the most shocked people were not the officials in the hall or Yan Jin, but Fei Xu and Bai Qu.
Because the two of them had seen these words before. It was the same four words with a similar meaning, but the location was different.
In Bai Yi's clinic, there were no decorations on the white walls, not even simple decorations. There was only a piece of calligraphy that she had written herself, and that piece of calligraphy also had these four words: The world is in peace.
Yi Shuimei said to Yan Jin,"Can you help me?"”
Yan Jin understood. The two of them picked up the calligraphy from the table and hung it up to show it to every minister.
At this moment, those officials could not see the ink left on Yi Shuimei's table. It was actually four big words," The world is in peace ", just like the words on the paper. No one knew how she did it, but the force that passed through the back of the paper seemed to be engraved on the table.
Jiang Baiqu was finally moved when he saw the calligraphy.
He could no longer sit still, and his arms could no longer hold Su Li. He slowly stood up and muttered,""Bai Yi, Bai Yi…"
Fei Xu's eyes were already fixed on these four words. He couldn't move a single inch away.
Almost everyone could understand what this meant. How deep was their relationship, or how long did Yi Shuimei need to practice to write his handwriting?
Or was it because he was always writing beside her, with his thick brush and unique meaning of the words permeating the water at all times?
Perhaps only Yan Jin's guess was more accurate. It was that word: My beautiful woman is on the bank of the river. Each stroke was deeply engraved into Yi Shuimei's mind.
When he left her in the cold hall, Yi Shuimei would stare at the words in a daze. Until his vision blurred. Unfortunately, Jiang Baiqu didn't know.
Jiang Baiqu looked at the words and sighed in his heart."Bai Yi, Bai Yi, did you ask me to forgive her? Are you saying that she didn't do it on purpose?”
"Bai Yi, Bai Yi, but you don't know that when I was about to comfort her, she was in her own palace and burned the words I gave her…She could only watch as the ink turned to ashes and did nothing…"
"Bai Yi, what do you want me to do?"
After a long time, Fei Xu looked away and said to Bai Qu,""Imperial brother, don't be angry about not sleeping anymore…"
Bai Qu could feel Fei Xu's burning gaze on him, and the scene of the calligraphy overlapped with Su Li's dance, drawing Yi Shuimei's face once again.
Yi Shuimei's smile. His heart softened.
However, at this moment, someone said coldly,""Heh, what's the use of writing well? " He's just a concubine's child…" The voice was filled with disdain and unrelenting. The officials even looked at each other, but they did not know who it was. Perhaps even if they knew, no one said that person's name.
The word concubine shattered Yi Shuimei's fragile heart and nearly collapsed nerves. She threw the words away. The paper was like a lifeless duckweed, floating in the air with the wind and finally falling to the ground.
Yi Shuimei's gaze was already cold to the extreme.
There was no trace of warmth in her eyes, only coldness that could penetrate one's bones. Her eyes were like cold jade, emitting a threatening aura.
Jiang Baiqu was immersed in deep thought at this moment, and he was slow to speak. Fei Xu could not overstep her boundaries.
Yi Shuimei looked at Yi Juntian. She was questioning him silently,""Don't tell me you still won't say a word for Mother at this time?”
Yi Juntian's gaze softened, but he still smiled and avoided Yi Shuimei's questioning.
The cold light in Yi Shuimei's eyes slid across everyone on the opposite side.
Finally, the cold light that suppressed the entire hall turned into a self-deprecating laugh."Hahahaha!" She raised her head and sneered as if she had gone crazy. Her hair fluttered with the vibration of her body. Yan Jin hesitated for a moment. Only she and Yi Shuimei were standing. She hesitated again, but she still pulled Shui Mei's sleeve and said softly,"Shuimei, Shuimei…"
Yi Shuimei, however, turned a deaf ear to him. She laughed and waved her sleeves. Her left hand flew up with her sleeves like a sleeve arrow. He unfurled his long sleeves and walked out of the hall without looking back.
The long lichen sleeves were left on the ground, leaving behind a last trace of red. Her laughter was reflected in the red water as they slowly disappeared from the entrance of the hall. At this moment, Jiang Baiqu came back to his senses from the coincidence.
He no longer cared about Su Li, who was beside him. He even abandoned the guests and ran down the golden seat. He wanted to chase after Shui Mei. He could see the despair in her eyes. He wanted to catch up with her and tell her the words that he had never said before.
"Shui Mei!" Jiang Baiqu shouted and chased after him.
Black and red had turned into the color of the eye, leaving only the people in the hall...
Yan Jin looked at their disappearing figures. That self-deprecating laughter and Bai Qu's shout lingered in his ears and was difficult to dissipate.
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