Chitose words

Xie Zhao smiled sheepishly when he heard this, shook his head and said:

"It's my fault, it actually caused a lot of trouble to Mrs. Ning."

Po Ning hurriedly apologized and said, "Master Medical Law, what are you talking about? Please don't offend me.

These errands are the old slave's duty. Being able to serve the Master of Medicine and Law is a blessing for us 'Black Sailuo'. What's more, if the old slave does a good job, the person in charge will definitely give him a reward. It's fair to say that Thanks you. "

Xie Zhao sighed lightly.

She knew that nowadays, whether it was framing Qing Ci or making Luo skirt, it was all handed down personally by the Qinshe Zhang.

She said there was no need to do it, but that was impossible. She was afraid that after Ning Po finished these two errands, she would have to submit them to Qinshe Baojia for inspection.

Therefore, if Xie Zhao feels sorry for causing trouble to others, all he can do now is to cooperate with her as much as possible and be a talkative "guest" who has less to do.

She then said: "Just now, Mrs. Ning said that she has something to ask me? I don't know if there is anything I can do, but it doesn't matter if you just say it."

Seeing that she was so unassuming, Po Ning was delighted and said respectfully:
"Master Medical Law, I do have some details about mounting poems, and I would like to ask you for confirmation."

She paused slightly.

She tentatively raised her head and looked at the Southern woman in front of her, who was almost a head taller than her stature.

"Reporting to the Master of Medical Law, if I want to frame your Qingci in a way that matches the artistic conception of the poem, then the embroidery on the background of each piece of Qingci must match the poem.

The general meaning of the words in your poems was dictated to the old slave yesterday by the literate steward Qin She.

It's just that the flower "Han Ying" in one of the poems is unique to the Southern Dynasties but not found in Western Xinjiang.When the old slave wanted to frame this poem, he embroidered the poem's "Han Ying" on the backing. However, he didn't know what the cold cherry blossoms looked like, so he wondered if the doctor could describe it to the old slave. "

It was this.

Xie Zhao responded with a smile.

"Why is it so difficult? How about I draw you a simple portrait of Han Ying? Maybe it will be more intuitive for you to do the embroidery."

Ning Po looked surprised, but also said with some fear:

"Is this okay? I'm bothering you too much. How can I deserve this?"

Xie Zhao shook his head and interrupted her words softly:
"It's not a hassle, it's a breeze."

She turned around and walked to the desk a few steps away, picked up a small wolf hair on the pen holder, and then concentrated on writing.

Her expression was calm and serious, not at all like she was dealing with a lowly "Black Sailor", but more like she was interacting with an equal to discuss painting.

The speed at which Xie Zhao paints is exactly the same as the speed at which she writes poetry. She writes very quickly, but with ease and concentration, not just scribbling.

In less than half a cup of tea, a cluster of delicate and soft southern flowers with blue four-leaf petals and green leaves has been rendered on the paper.

Among the vivid stamens of the cold cherry blossoms, there were even a few morning dewdrops painted vividly by Xie Zhao.

This magical finishing touch seems to have picked the flowers from the fertile soil of the Southern Dynasty thousands of miles away into the painting, and the fragrance of cold cherry blossoms is almost ready to be breathed out.

Po Ning looked at the drawing paper in surprise, and exclaimed with a complex expression:
"Surprisingly, it's so lifelike. It turns out that the cold cherry blossoms in the Southern Dynasties mentioned in the poem by Master Yilu actually look like this. It's really beautiful. I didn't expect that Mr. Yilu is actually a master of painting."

Xie Zhao laughed and handed the painting to her with both hands.

"I'm not a master of painting. I just learned a few things from my uncle at home when I was young."

It turns out that she learned her painting skills from her uncle Xie Huanzhang.

Xie Huanzhang, Prince of Xunyang County, was unparalleled in his poems, songs, paintings and calligraphy among Tianchen in the Southern Dynasty. He was also the only son of the late Grand Master Xie Lin of Shangzhu Kingdom who gave up martial arts and followed literature.

Xie Zhao smiled sadly. When talking about "Master of Painting", she was nothing in front of her uncle.Po Ning took Xie Zhao's painting with careful hands and said with respect and flattery:

"I really don't know how to thank you, Mr. Medical Law, you are so kind."

Xie Zhao smiled lightly when he heard this.

In fact, she has never thought of herself as a kind-hearted person. At best, she can only be regarded as a person who takes things as they come and does not want to cause trouble to others.

Xie Zhao said with a smile: "Mrs. Ning, if you have any questions about the mounting of those Southern Dynasties poems or the description of the scenery, you can ask me."

Po Ning thought for a moment and said gratefully:
"There's nothing else, just..."

She looked at Xie Zhao and praised: "I didn't expect that Xijiang characters are so complicated and difficult to decipher. It's really amazing that Master Yi Lun can use Xijiang characters to compose such beautiful Southern Dynasties poems.

Even those of us from Western Xinjiang would not be able to understand the splendid mountains and rivers described by the Master of Medical Law if it were not dictated by the steward of the Qinshe family.

Mr. Medical Law is really well-informed. I wonder where you learned the writing style and sentence fragmentation of Xijiang. You are really enviable. "

Xie Zhao was quiet for a moment.

She glanced at Po Ning silently, then suddenly showed her face, smiled gently, and then replied very naturally:

"Hey, I made you laugh. I have been a skinny monkey who couldn't sit around at home since I was a child. I don't have the decency of a lady in the Southern Dynasties. I like to wander around the world and travel around the mountains and rivers.

Over the years, I have traveled all over the country and met many people and encountered many things. After thinking about it, I can't remember where I first read the Xijiang writing. Maybe it was a wandering poet. "

Po Ning had an expression of admiration on her face and didn't ask any more questions. She just lowered her head and smiled respectfully.

"So that's it. I'm really grateful to Mr. Medical Law for explaining to me today what Han Yinghua looks like, so I won't bother you any more.

After the clothes are embroidered and the person in charge of the house has seen them correctly, I can present the clothes to the doctor and law master. "

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile.

"I'm tired, let's walk slowly."

Po Ning bowed once more, then took her leave and followed the Yitaluo clan's servants outside the door.

Xie Zhao quietly watched the old woman's stooped, skinny back, following the servant of Yitaluo's guest house farther and farther away, and finally gradually disappeared at the end of the courtyard.

After a moment, she turned her head and said softly to Bo Xi, who was sitting silently beside the coffee table in the side hall:
"There is something wrong with Mrs. Ning."

Bo Xi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with light.

She didn't ask what the problem was with Granny Ning, nor did she ask how Xie Zhao found out. She just asked directly:
"Do you want me to catch her back now?"

"Being not."

Xie Zhao smiled and shook his head slightly.

She casually caressed the green plum tree in full bloom in the hall, with a smile on her face and eyes as bright as stars.

"She hasn't found out yet that she has leaked the clues. Let's not alarm the snake yet. Let's wait and see."

If you are too impatient to eat hot tofu, it is not a bad idea to wait and see what happens. Always observe her subsequent actions.

——After all, compared to detaining and interrogating to judge the truth and falsehood of other people's words, Xie Zhao actually prefers to guess the true intentions of others through detailed observation.

This saves trouble and worry, and is also very decent.

Wouldn't it be better?