The prince's personal bodyguard

When I came to the table where the music score was written, I saw the gentle Second Prince and the well-mannered First Young Master arguing with each other, their faces flushed.

"Why do I have to give you the first draft? I was waiting here first. Can't I ask someone to copy it for you?"

"I asked for it first, so the manuscript should be given to me. Isn't it that Your Highness is being a bit unreasonable this time?" Lin Feiyang was a little annoyed.

The Prime Minister was busy persuading him that there was a difference between the monarch and his subjects, and the monarch's family was the master. He had originally wanted to persuade the eldest son to give the manuscript to the second prince, but he accidentally glanced at the paper, read the words on it, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The second prince knew that he was a bit in the wrong, but he wanted this music score and lyrics so much. The running script of this lyrics was as bold and free as flowing clouds and water, and he couldn't bear to let it go once he picked it up; the music score was written in small regular script with flowers, and although it was just music score, it was like a dancing girl dancing, jumping on the paper, making people fascinated.

The second prince decided to be a shameless person for once.

While the two were arguing, they saw Bai Xinyin coming. They each held a piece of paper and ran over to ask Bai Xinyin to judge the case.

Mu Yunxiao whispered to Bai Xiyin, "It's all because of Ah Si's handwriting. I'll accompany you to deal with it. As a punishment, you will make breakfast for me tomorrow morning."

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, huh?" Bai Xinyin glared at him. Mu Yunxiao was rebuked, but the corners of his mouth rose happily.

Lin Wan'er, who was watching nearby, felt her heart suddenly shattered. Since Mu Yunxiao entered the mansion today, his eyes were almost always on Bai Xinyin, and he never even looked at her. She couldn't help feeling sad.

Bai Xinyin walked up to the Second Prince and Lin Feiyang and said, "How about this, I tear the two pieces of paper in half each. The eldest prince said it earlier, so I'll give him the larger half, and the second prince said it later, so I'll give him the smaller half. Is that okay?"

"That's great, and fair." Fengjiu nodded in praise.

“What do you know? It was originally a complete song, and its value is much lower when separated.” Si Mochen hit Fengjiu with a pear again.

Then he glanced at the sheet music and lyrics, his eyes showing surprise and astonishment, and he was a little excited, then he said shyly: "You can tear it apart, tear it into three pieces, I want one too!"

The second prince didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Originally, it was divided between two people, and now there was another person, so it became three parts. After a while, when more people came, would it have to be divided into eight parts?

"My Lord, could you please write another one?" The Second Prince felt a little humble.

Mu Yunxiao smiled and said, "A-Si played the piano hard just now, and then he wrote the score and lyrics. Now his hands hurt and he can't write anymore."

Bai Xinyin looked at a certain prince who took the opportunity to massage her hands, with a helpless look on her face.

"Tear it open! Tear it open! I want it too, I want it too!" Ah Dai didn't mind making any trouble and kept making a fuss.

Lord Lin couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he had to give up one of the two pieces of writing. He walked over and said, "Today's incident happened in my house. My son is so rude. How about you give me some face? My son, please keep the original music score and copy it for my son. My son, please keep the original lyrics and copy it for your son. Do you think this is okay?"

The Second Prince remained silent. Lord Lin gritted his teeth, stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "I am a close friend of the contemporary calligrapher Zhao Xu. I'll ask him to make a copy and send it to your residence when he comes back. Is that okay?"

At this time, Si Mochen picked up the music score on the table and pretended to tear it up.

"Well, today I will do as the Prime Minister said and I will suffer a little loss. I will take the music score first and go back to the mansion to wait for the lyrics." After the second prince said this, he snatched the music score from Si Mochen and left without looking back.

"You have to tear off a copy for me?" Si Mochen deliberately chased after him.

The man and the bird followed behind and also started to make a noise: "Tear it apart! Tear it apart!"

Bai Xinyin pulled her hand out of the prince's hand. The prince seemed to be used to it and reluctantly let go. She took out a seal from her sleeve, exhaled, and stamped the poem with a big seal: Gu Shan Jushi. Just consider it as Lin Feiyang's.

There is a precedent and a precedent. In fact, these two pieces should have belonged to Lin Feiyang, but there is a difference between the emperor and his subjects. The second prince is obviously cheating, so he has to give him some face. Besides, there is a difference between the poems with seals and those without seals.

Paintings and calligraphy are just pieces of paper without a seal. Unless you like them very much, you don't think about them for anything else.

Lin Feiyang looked at the seal, winked at Bai Xinyin, and then looked at Lin Xiang: "Dad, can you pinch me?"

Seeing his useless look, Lin Xiang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Hurry up and see the guests off at the door!"

"Okay!" He put away the calligraphy, thanked Bai Xinyin, and ran to the door to stand. Looking again, he was still the handsome and elegant young man.

The princess looked at her nephew's happy expression and couldn't help shaking her head and laughing.

Dugu Feng watched Mu Yunxiao and his group leave with a dark and uncertain look in his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Princess Jia Lan came over and said excitedly: "Brother, have you fallen in love with the Marquis of Dongcheng? I like him too."

Dugu Feng glanced at Princess Jialan, snorted coldly, and turned away.

In the next few days, Si Mochen went to the palace more frequently than in the previous three months, three times a day.

One afternoon, Si Mochen was still in the study room of Prince Rong's mansion. After Mu Yunxiao reviewed a document, he asked Bai Xinyin to grind the ink. Before Bai Xinyin stepped forward, Si Mochen rushed forward to grind the ink.

"Why do you always come here for no reason, young master? You've taken away all my jobs, what should I do?" Si Mochen's father is the duke of the current dynasty, so Bai Xinyin naturally calls him young master.

"You go ahead and write, and I'll grind ink for you." Bai Xinyin couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw Si Mochen's servile look.

"This Marquis doesn't want to write. This Marquis wants to eat the new tiramisu from Tianyi Pavilion." Seeing that Si Mochen had come for several days in a row, Bai Xinyin felt a little bit reluctant.

"Okay, I'll go buy it right away and make sure that My Lord Marquis gets to eat the freshest Nati Su!" Before he could finish his words, there was a flash in front of his eyes, and only a corner of the red-dressed girl was left at the door.

Spreading out the finest rice paper, Bai Xinyin frowned slightly, thinking of the moment when the showy young man shook the pear blossoms under the pear tree in spring. She couldn't help but smile and wrote down:

"Gift to Prince Fengying"

Young Master Si Fuchen, in front of the pear blossoms and jade trees.

The girl has eyes as white as autumn water and is a beautiful young man in a red robe.

His eyebrows and eyes are like the bright moon, and his temperament is elegant.

One smile can bring joy to the whole city, and the sword dance can make people crazy.

Like walking on a jade path, shining among the rain flowers.

Signed by Bai Xiyin August 2, the 19th year of Tianbao

Take out the seal, blow on it, and "pop", it's done.

Mu Yunxiao came over and read it once, then he felt sour: "I have never received any calligraphy from Ah Si, when will you give me one?"

"Anytime." Bai Xinyin said casually, "Do you want this?"

"want."

"Okay! Take the rice paper."

Bai Xinyin held her breath and stared at the blank drawing paper in front of her, then picked up the paintbrush and finished it in one go. A lifelike painting suddenly appeared on the paper: next to the willow tree, in front of the carriage, a man in snow-white clothes, with a peerless face, stood with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone.

After finishing the painting, he smiled at Mu Yunxiao who was walking towards him, and wrote beside it: The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world. My soul is attached to my beloved, and I hesitate beside the willow tree.

Signed by Bai Xiyin. Written in the afternoon on the second day of the eighth month in the nineteenth year of the Tianbao reign, in the study of Prince Rong

He took out the seal again, exhaled, and "bang", it's done!

Si Mochen, who had just bought tiramisu, was stunned.