On how cannon fodder became a group favorite [Transmigration Book]

I don't know if Fu Jinghong's conscience suddenly discovered it. After Xie Yuanjia took a nap, he received a notice saying that the prince was sympathetic to the emperor's health and changed the twenty copybooks per day to fifteen copies per day. Take a break.

Ah that's really awesome.

Xie Yuanjia laughed dryly, remembering that there were still fifteen more to write, he really wanted to close his eyes and go back to sleep again.But he is not that greedy person, it is good to lose five cards, it is better than adding more.

He may really have a natural conflict with calligraphy. He obviously wrote according to what Chunyuya and Clinique taught him, but the things he wrote were still nondescript, and he couldn't even draw a straight line.But practicing every day is not completely useless, at least the words he writes now are not so abstract, and Chunyuya can still recognize what is written.

Time flies, and it is January again in a blink of an eye. As the last piece of ice and snow on the glazed tiles of the palace melts, spring is here.

From ancient times to the present, there is probably no one who does not like spring. No matter how gloomy people are, they will feel good in this season of recovery.Naturally, Xie Yuanjia liked it too. Many new flowers bloomed in the imperial garden of the palace, especially the plum blossoms in this season. After taking a nap, he would move the table to the imperial garden, and practice calligraphy while admiring the flowers.

He loves the red plum blossom in the garden the most. Maybe he got tired of the white one all winter. At first glance, the red color is very beautiful.He took a pen and swiped like ink on the spread rice paper, following the painting of the red plum tree, he drew its strong branches on the paper in a short while, and every part was exquisite.

Clinique and Lan Kou watched in amazement, they never expected that the emperor could not write and draw so vividly!

Fu Jinghong, who was drinking tea and sitting on the side to supervise Xie Yuanjia's writing, heard Clinique's flamboyant flattery, so he couldn't help but also came over to take a look, and was also surprised at this look: "Is this drawn by the emperor?"

"En." Xie Yuanjia was too busy drawing the last branch before he could raise his head to respond to him, so he just nodded perfunctorily, concentrating on the painting.

In his previous life, he liked drawing very much. When he was a student, he was too poor to afford brushes and paints, so he used a ballpoint pen to draw all kinds of small characters in Q version on the notebook. Very popular with classmates.Later, after working, he saved his own money to enroll in a sketch class, and would go to the studio whenever he was free.The teacher who taught him sketching used to be a master in the field of Chinese painting. After seeing his paintings a few times, he felt that he was very talented. He also heard that his financial conditions were not very good, so he took the initiative to teach him to draw Chinese painting. But better than all the students in the class.

He also felt a little regretful, if he hadn't traveled through time, he might be fine now and still learn Chinese painting from Mr. Wang.

When he casually sprinkled the vermilion ink on the paper, the original black tree trunk suddenly came alive, and the black ink on the white paper reflected the red plums, which was really beautiful.Even Fu Jinghong, who is as mean as he is, likes this painting a little bit.He glanced at the live plum blossom, then looked at the fake painting on the paper, nodded and praised without hesitation: "The emperor's painting is really brilliant."

Xie Yuanjia, who had been used to being scolded by Fu Jinghong for the past two months, was a little agitated. He raised his head, stared at him with a pair of shining eyes, and asked with some joy, "Really?"

Being watched so earnestly by him, Fu Jinghong felt a little loose in his heart, and his tone softened, "Really."

Be, be affirmed by the male god!

Xie Yuanjia blushed with joy, he put down his brush at a loss, and after thinking awkwardly for a long time, he said shyly, "Then, should I give this painting to Uncle Huang?"

Fu Jinghong was very surprised: "Give it to me?"

"Hmm." Xie Yuanjia scratched his face, and said with some embarrassment: "Uncle Huang is worried about my handwriting, and he works hard every day to review memorials. This painting is my heart, and I hope Uncle Huang will not dislike it. "

He said this sincerely. Although he did have a little selfish desire to curry favor with the protagonist, he did have a good impression of Fu Jinghong and didn't dislike him at all.

Fu Jinghong had mixed feelings in his heart. Ever since he gained power, the mansion has never lacked things from people from all walks of life. He didn't pay attention to any of those gold, silver and jade objects. The things from the little emperor seemed to be random gifts, but It made him inexplicably warm.

Forget it, no matter how serious the little emperor's thoughts are, at least up to now he has no thought of going against him, and if he reciprocates, what's the harm in being nicer to him?

"I don't think it's hard work." He lowered his head and looked at the red plum plant carefully again, his eyes were soft, "I like this painting very much. Thank you for the reward from the emperor. When I get back, I will have someone frame it and hang it in the study."

Xie Yuanjia loved to give people things, seeing that Fu Jinghong accepted them, he felt happy again.While Fu Jinghong was looking down at the painting, he sneaked another glance at the black-clothed guard standing not far away with his chest folded. Can't hold back.

Brother Mu Zhan is really good-looking, if, if only I could talk to him, it would be great.

At this moment, a little eunuch trotted over from outside, knelt on the ground and shouted: "Congratulations to the emperor and lord! Good news came from the front line. The general has won the Western Region Alliance, and he will return triumphantly soon!"

Fu Jinghong smiled slightly when he heard the words, took two steps back and bowed slightly to Xie Yuanjia: "I congratulate the emperor."

Xie Yuanjia was also very happy with the big victory at the border. He had only sat on the emperor's seat for two months, but he had already vaguely regarded the country as his own responsibility. Hearing that he had won the battle, he was of course excited.

"Uncle Emperor, when the army returns, what reward should we give them?" Xie Yuanjia asked him humbly.

Fu Jinghong thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "We'll talk about everything when the general returns to court."

The good news of winning the frontier battle immediately spread throughout the capital, and Chunyuya also came to the palace to celebrate Xie Yuanjia, but as soon as he sat down, he saw Fu Jinghong looking over and over with a painting, he leaned over to glance at it, and nodded He boasted: "This painting is not bad, which master did the prince get it from?"

Fu Jinghong glanced at him, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "This painting was made by the emperor, and it was awarded to me just now."

The fan in Chunyuya's hand froze, and his face was struck by lightning. He might not be able to imagine how a person who can write dog crawling characters can draw such a good picture. Don't be fooled. .

"Is it really the emperor's painting?" He shifted his gaze to Xie Yuanjia's face, trying to see a hole in his face.

Xie Yuanjia admitted embarrassedly.

In the next second, Chunyuya quickly pushed Fu Jinghong away, and sat in the seat closest to Xie Yuanjia, with stars in his eyes, and humbly asked, "How did the emperor draw such vivid paintings? Who did he learn from?"

Xie Yuanjia: "..."

Fu Jinghong raised his eyes slightly, obviously also interested in this question. A prince who was neglected almost didn't even have a meal. Logically speaking, it is unlikely that someone would teach him such an elegant lesson.

Xie Yuanjia's forehead began to sweat. He just picked up the paintbrush just because he was in good spirits. He forgot to be cautious for a moment. Now that he was asked this question, he didn't know how to answer it.

"I, I learned it secretly by myself, and there is no teacher to teach me."

These words sounded too fake, but what was strange was that the two men at the scene didn't expose him. Although he didn't know what they were thinking, Xie Yuanjia was still relieved.

After discovering that Xie Yuanjia has the skill of painting, Chunyuya has changed the most. He likes to paint, and he usually hangs out with literati who are good at poetry and painting. Now the little emperor looks more and more pleasing to the eye, even if he writes again. Unfortunately, he didn't think he could bear it either.No one is perfect, who stipulated that the emperor must have good handwriting?

This feeling was as if a fan had met an idol. Since then, Chunyuya looked at him every day with the eyes of a god, making Xie Yuanjia feel uncomfortable.

As for Fu Jinghong, he really took his picture of red plums and framed it, and hung it in his study, occasionally looking at it when he was tired of reviewing memorials every day.

After another half a month, Xie Yuanjia was writing in the room when someone announced that the general had returned.

As soon as he changed his clothes and went out, he saw a young man in red rushing towards him not far away. He strode towards him, then lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee, saying loudly: "Chen Ji Shaoyan sees the emperor , Long live my emperor."

Xie Yuanjia hurriedly helped him up, and said slowly: "You don't have to be polite, Ai Qing."

Ji Shaoyan raised his head, and Xie Yuanjia saw his appearance clearly.Seeing Ji Shaoyan, Xie Yuanjia really realized what "Sword Eyebrows, Star Eyes and Artifact Yuxuanang" is. He was wearing that red dress and just standing in front of him, there was a blazing sun blowing towards his face.

"Aiqing has been traveling all the way, why don't you go back to the residence to rest, and come back tomorrow when you go to court?" Xie Yuanjia asked him curiously.

Ji Shaoyan squinted his eyes and smiled: "I have been staying at the border for a year and I feel like returning home. I also heard that His Majesty has been enthroned for more than two months. How dare you not meet the Emperor first?"

In the original book, Ji Shaoyan is only 19 years old. He is a real young general. He followed his father and brother to the battlefield at the age of 14. With his extraordinary courage and martial arts, he overcame obstacles all the way. At the age of 17, he was awarded the title of Great General of Shenwu. elite talents.Judging from his personal connections, he can be regarded as the protagonist's distant cousin. He is upright, free-spirited and informal. Although he can't understand Fu Jinghong's style, he has never been against him. After all, the bounden duty of a soldier is to obey, and he is full of thoughts. In the matter of joining the army and fighting, whoever is in charge of the country will have his sword serve him.

but……

Ji Shaoyan quietly looked at Xie Yuanjia without any trace, he guessed that this small waist could be pinched by him with one hand, and the small arms and legs, maybe it would be difficult to hold the bowl, right?Look at his face again, the milk is so milky, the mother is not weaned yet, right?

Just this milk doll, can manage such a big Dacheng dynasty?

Ji Shaoyan expressed his disbelief, and was very dissatisfied with his allegiance to such a soft child.There is only a three-year age gap between them, but he stubbornly believes that compared to himself who has been famous in all directions, the little emperor is at most a little baby who can walk.

bad.