Chapter 7 Merry big paging.2

Singing tube towers, swings in courtyards, curtains without weight. Passing through the Moon Gate and climbing the white jade steps, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid came hurriedly, with a small fan on her head, two maids on her head, holding a delicate letter in one hand, with three chicken feathers on it. The maid shouted as she entered the room: "Miss Zhaojun, Miss Zhaojun, that Dr. Mao who paints has sent you another letter!" In front of the make-up mirror, beside the thrush cage, Zhaojun stands with his back, graceful and graceful.She turned around when she heard the sound, her bright eyes cut water, frowning and happy, and said softly, "Hmph, this Mao Yanshou."

He reached out to take the letter, pulled out the chicken feathers one by one, and threw them on the ground inadvertently. The little maid squatted down, lifted them one by one, forming a bunch, and asked, "Did he write you another poem? Dr. Mao is really versatile!" She said and stood up. "Go, let's play!" Zhaojun waved his sleeves, "What do children know!" The little maid made a grimace, turned around and ran out, blowing the chicken feather in her hand. Zhaojun took out a beautiful greeting card from the envelope, walked slowly towards the garden, and chanted softly:

"The most is the gentleness of bowing the head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool breeze. Say treasure, say treasure, Sayanara! " Zhaojun pouted: "Huh, Sayanara, it's as if he has been abroad!" He was already in the garden at this time. "Beep, beep." The BP machine sounded. Zhaojun took out a necklace from his chest, and a small BP machine was tied to the bottom of the necklace, shaking and ringing. Zhaojun looked at it, stuffed the BP player back to his chest, turned around and entered the room, walked to the golden beast incense burner, and took off the animal head. It turned out that it was a telephone.

"Hello, is this the emperor's office? Oh, Eunuch Yin, hello, I'm Wang Zhaojun. Are you always calling me? The emperor wants to send someone to paint our portraits? Forget it, I've given up hope. Let's I don’t know how to flirt, secondly I don’t know how to sway my head, and thirdly I don’t know how to dance close to my face. Since entering the palace, the emperor has never looked at us. The emperor doesn’t understand the situation, so we are not angry. The problem is the grassroots departments below You bastards, one by one, if you don’t let them take advantage of you, they will suppress you for the rest of your life. It doesn’t matter if I personally bury you, but if this continues, who would want to come to the palace? Why not go to the Huns? Go to Rome, even if you wash dishes and work there, it is better than being bored here! Eunuch Yin, you are well-informed and have studied in Sparta, so you can’t persuade the emperor. Engage in an anti-corruption campaign?"

Jump on a Persian cat, and Zhaojun caresses it.The cat wants to eat cakes, Zhaojun criticizes its mouth, and the cat walks away in embarrassment.Zhaojun continued: "Since it's an imperial decree, let's paint it. Who is it that came to paint me? Mao Yanshou?" "Mao Yanshou pays homage to Miss Zhaojun!" A handsome scholar bowed to salute, and the little maid was full of admiration, Zhaojun sat upright and watched with a smile, with a few questions in front of him. Mao Yanshou has long eyebrows and fine eyes, fair face and red lips, concealing his pride in his formality: "Have you received all the poems I dedicated to Miss Zhaojun?"

Zhaojun said nothing.The little maid hurriedly said: "All received!" Zhaojun rolled her eyes and ordered: "Stop talking here and make some coffee." Mao Yanshou said: "Don't bother, just have a cup of Coke." He watched the little maid go out with a smile, and then turned back. "What coke?" Zhaojun asked. "Oh, the matter of Coke is right in front of you. It's a godsend, so that Xiaosheng can make a portrait of Miss Zhaojun face to face. Although I have only seen the girl a few times from a distance, I dare to conclude that you are the most beautiful woman in the whole country of the Han Dynasty." .I have drawn a few sketches in private, please look at Miss Zhaojun."

Mao Yanshou took out a roll of sketches from his sleeve and presented several cases.Zhaojun flipped through a few photos, and there were some who looked back and smiled, some who lowered their brows shyly, and some who played the pipa. Zhaojun smiled slightly: "Didn't you already draw it? You can hand in the paper already." "How can I do that? Xiaosheng wants to draw the beauty of the girl today, and the whole picture of the girl. When the emperor sees you, he will definitely make you a noble scholar." "Then thank you Dr. Mao." "However -- how can you thank me, girl?" Mao Yanshou's eyes showed cunning.

"I have been in the palace for three years, and I have not received any rewards. I really don't have any valuable treasures. I don't know Dr. Mao..." "How can I ask for the girl's things? If it catches up with the movement and finds out, wouldn't we be the only ones to be attacked? I mean, once I present this painting to the emperor, the girl will definitely become the most favored imperial concubine, At that time, a few good words in the emperor's ear can be said to be worth ten thousand words!" "You mean...let me...for you..." "Yes. Miss Zhaojun, I, Mao Yanshou, are just like you. I have never met my talents! I have studied painting hard since I was a child, and I forgot to sleep and eat. I have filled the toilets in our school! The body art competition the year before last, if it wasn't for the regulations, only the upper body was allowed. , I must be number one. With my talent, I only have a mid-level title now. When will I be able to climb up to the prime minister? Of course, this prime minister is a little older. I just ask the girl to be named a noble concubine. I'll get a Sanlu doctor, or something like a patrol officer in eight prefectures." Mao Yanshou stretched out his finger and gestured.

"Shall I get you a five-horse body?" Zhaojun teased. Mao Yanshou didn't hear the sarcasm: "Miss, do you mean you agreed? Well, then you were in the government and I was in the court, and we both had a sharp edge inside and out. Hehe, the Mudanjiang area is ours." Come on, start drawing!" With a cloth and a brush, the painting is done in an instant.Sure enough, it is delicious and ready to come out.Mao Yanshou asked Wang Zhaojun to appreciate it, and Zhaojun nodded happily. Mao Yanshou said: "Miss is satisfied, I will present it to the emperor, miss, don't forget our contract."

"I will try my best." Zhaojun reluctantly agreed, not happy. Mao Yanshou walks out of the Moon Gate with the painting, and returns to the Baiyu steps to overhear the conversation between Zhaojun and the little maid: "Miss Zhaojun, you have become a noble concubine, what kind of official do you want Dr. Mao to be?" "Hmph, I let him be divided into five horses. I didn't expect Mao Yanshou to be such a shameless and despicable villain. If such a person becomes a high official, is there still a good person alive? There are cliques everywhere in this court. Even such a painter would use his little power to do such despicable things. Is Wang Zhaojun's beauty drawn by him? I, Ning Qing, will never see the emperor in my life, and I can't do anything with this kind of person Jianer. When I read his poems, I thought they were pure and innocent, but they turned out to be rotten. One day when I meet the emperor, I must expose these scum."

Mao Yanshou was terrified.To himself: "I let you expose!" On the court hall, the emperor sits upright, and the painters present the portraits of the palace people in turn, each with its own style.A eunuch rolls the name. Mao Yanshou presented the portrait of Wang Zhaojun, with several wrinkles and dark spots added to the portrait.The emperor frowned displeased, and asked: "I heard that Wang Zhaojun is not bad looking, why is he so unbearable?" Mao Yanshou replied: "The portraits of slaves have always followed the principle of realism and respected the true face of life. The rest of the things, slaves don't know." "Beep, beep." The BP machine beeped. The emperor looked down and said, "Oh, this paging station is doing well, and now even the hotline of the Huns can be reached." The emperor picked up the wireless phone on the royal case: "Hey, I'm the treasurer of the Han Dynasty. Who are you? It's Hu Hanxie Shanyu. I said, it's useless for you to be greedy for fish. Your place is desert. Where can you get fish without water? That's it. Well, you get me 500 hounds, I want to build a pet dog paradise. Then I will ship you some fresh seafood, at wholesale prices, how about it? However, my personal rebate will be calculated separately, I don’t care about it Is it easy for me in the Han Dynasty? What about your marriage proposal last time? Am I not choosing someone for you? Don’t worry, they must be prettier than your wife. Door-to-door repairs. Well, for the sake of the friendship between the two countries and the unity of the nation, I recognize you as a son-in-law, and come to pick someone up next month." Putting down the phone, the emperor said: "The Xiongnu came to ask for a girl. After selecting the concubines today, we will eliminate the last one hundred and ask them who is willing to marry the Xiongnu. There are a total of ten places. The rest will be distributed to officials above the third rank. Be a babysitter." Mao Yanshou smiled humblely. In Zhaojun's room. The little maid angrily tore up a notice: "It's so unfair! Not only was the imperial concubine not selected, but she was also eliminated. The emperor must be blind, won't he come and see how beautiful Miss Zhaojun is!" Zhaojun stood in front of the window, staring into the distance. A row of wild geese bravely flew to the north. The little maid continued to vent: "You still say that there are quotas for going abroad, who wants to go to the place where the Huns are? It's dry and cold, with no food or drink, the whole third world! It's better to go to Cambodia and Somalia. Strange, didn't Dr. Mao say that he As soon as your painting is submitted, will the emperor have to confer on you as a noble concubine?" Zhaojun smiled wryly, and said softly, "Sayana La." Little maid: "Girl, don't be too sad. If you are a babysitter, just be a babysitter. Maybe the master has taken a fancy to you. Being a first-class wife is no worse than being a noble concubine, right?" Zhaojun shook his head and said calmly: "Go, inform the emperor's office that I will marry the Huns." The emperor played billiards in the imperial garden, and the jesters applauded loudly. The BP machine beeps.The emperor took out the phone from under the ball case, and said, "You just call out after playing for a while, being an emperor is really not free." With the other hand, he inserted the club into the dragon robe to scratch it. "What? Wang Zhaojun signed up to marry the Xiongnu? Well, I'm worried that no one will go there. If someone volunteers, I won't have to name and share. Tell her all the time, and reward her with some decent fashions. All the IOUs given to her over the past few years have also been fulfilled, so that she will not go outside and talk nonsense. Tomorrow, the major newspapers will publish headlines, titled this... "Contribute to National Unity, Write About Youth in Remote Areas!" The subtitle is this and this... "Riding solo for thousands of miles, Wang Zhaojun goes out to meet the Xiongnu!" On the first day of next month, Hu Hanxie Shanyu will come to welcome his relatives. Let's prepare a good party and let those Huns foolishly see our national quintessence! "While talking, he hit one shot, and the ball bloomed in all directions, turning into a wedding ceremony. In the court hall, there were fire trees and silver flowers, and the emperor raised his glass to drink with Hu Hanxie Shanyu.After a group of flying dances, Hu Hanxie Shanyu said: "The art of the Great Han Dynasty is indeed wonderful, wonderful! My son-in-law was dazzled by watching it, and I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it any longer. Why don't you invite Miss Zhaojun to show off your beauty?" The emperor laughed loudly: "Haha, you're in a hurry, aren't you? Okay, let's invite Miss Zhaojun to see Hu Hanxie Shanyu!" Summons repeatedly: "Miss Zhaojun please! Miss Zhaojun please!" Shouting in front and embracing in back, surrounded by flowers, Wang Zhaojun is graceful and luxurious, and he went to the hall to pay his respects: "See Your Majesty!" The emperor and Hu Hanxie were stunned at the same time, and all the officials were dumbfounded. Hu Hanxie was overjoyed, stood up and saluted the emperor: "Miss Zhaojun is really a fairy. The Han Dynasty gave me such a beauty, which shows its sincerity. I, the Huns, are grateful and will never invade an inch of the Han Dynasty's land!" The emperor bit his lower lip, pleasantly surprised, regretful, resentful, and greedy.Had to say: "Wang Zhaojun is the most beautiful woman in our country in the Han Dynasty. For the sake of harmony between the two countries, she is willing to marry far away in your country. I hope that your country will treat her... just like a widow!" The emperor turned to Wang Zhaojun and said: "Wang Zhaojun, I know your thoughts at this moment. You have been wronged in the palace for several years. After you came to the Huns, although you enjoyed glory and wealth, don't forget that you are from the Han Dynasty. What treasures do you want? Open your mouth, and the widow will do everything you can to satisfy your request." Zhaojun said, "I just want a portrait." The emperor said: "The widow understands your heart. Pass the decree and order a hundred painters to go to the palace and paint Zhaojun's portrait at the same time." Wang Zhaojun: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." Hu Hanxie Shanyu: "I have heard for a long time that Miss Zhaojun is both talented in sex and art. Can you show off your singing voice today?" When the music sounded, Wang Zhaojun held a pipa and sang wonderfully with his jade fingers flying: "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away. Why wander? Wandering far away, wandering..." Amidst the wonderful singing, the audience was intoxicated.Amidst the wonderful singing, hundreds of painters showed their abilities.Mao Yanshou was also lying in a corner, when suddenly two warriors stepped forward and pulled him out of the hall. The singing is repeated and intense, and goes straight to the blue sky. High in the world, the selection of topics for the outbound team is tactful. During the singing, Mao Yanshou was tied up to the palace, and the emperor threw the portrait of Zhaojun he drew at his face. Mao Yanshou was taken to the execution ground, and a large sign was hung on his chest, which read: "Counter-revolutionary crime against honor".The knife swung his head down. Amidst the singing, the emperor bent over his desk to make a reflection.Suddenly, he wrote: "Anti-corruption and honesty".The walls are covered with portraits of Wang Zhaojun. Wang Zhaojun and Hu Hanxie were on horseback.Hu Hanxie joked with him.Zhaojun took out a greeting card and threw it to the side of the road.Hu Hanxie returned to his horse, stooped to pick it up, caught up with Zhaojun, and read: "The most is the gentleness of bowing the head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool breeze. Say treasure, say treasure, Sayanara. " The two looked at each other and smiled. Zhaojun looked back at the palace of the Han family, and said softly, "Sayana La." The singing starts from outside the picture: "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away." The team going out of the fortress overlapped with the portrait of Zhaojun, and the wild geese soared in the sky, fading away.