Xie Pei died suddenly.
On the second day, the news spread throughout the capital city like wildfire.
His Majesty was grief-stricken and ordered a grand funeral, giving the loyal and brave marquis who had fought with him on the battlefield a mournful look after his death.
Because it was near the end of the year and the Wazhen delegation was still in Beijing, Xie Anjun took the initiative to request a simple funeral.
Your Majesty agreed.
…
In a blink of an eye it was New Year's Eve.
The north wind was howling, and snow began to fall again from the leaden sky, leaving a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth.
Ye Mansion.
Silver charcoal was crackling in the house, warmth filled the room, and a faint bitter medicinal aroma floated in the air.
Ye Jingyan was wearing a bright blue brocade robe today and standing in front of the table writing couplets.
The young man is tall and slender, holding a pen in one hand. He is truly a gentleman, gentle and kind.
Xiaowu was wearing a short jacket with dark embroidery of red lotuses and a furry collar, which made her round, fair and tender face look even more lovely.
She was standing aside, grinding ink obediently, and not forgetting to tiptoe and lean her head to take another look, her big black grape-like eyes full of curiosity.
At first glance, it really looks like a painting.
Ye Chutang sat on the couch with a drawing board in front of him. With just a few strokes, a large and a small urine appeared vividly on the paper.
When Xiaowu heard the noise, he looked over here, blinked, and stomped his feet uncontrollably.
——Sister, are you done with the painting?!
It’s so tiring to pose.
Ye Jingyan smiled and tapped her little head lightly with the pen.
"I just told you to choose a more relaxed posture. Now you know how hard it is?"
Xiaowu stuck out his tongue, but was not convinced.
——Ah Jie said that this painting will be given to Fourth Brother after the New Year! Of course she has to pose in her prettiest appearance!
Ye Chutang knew what the little thing was thinking without looking up. He quickened his hand movements, then stepped back slightly, thought for two seconds, and finally nodded.
"Okay."
Xiaowu let out a long sigh and hurried over with his short legs.
Ye Chutang smiled and made way.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with the painting this time?"
Xiaowu looked at the painting and nodded vigorously with a blushing face.
——It looks good! It looks better than before!
Ye Chutang took it off the drawing board and showed it to Ye Jingyan: "Ah Yan, how is it?"
Compared to a year ago, they are all very different.
The boy gradually lost his youthfulness, and his eyes and eyebrows showed a calm and peaceful look.
The little girl finally gave up the chestnut cake, red date cake and cloud cake that she had been biting on in previous years, and turned into a little girl with short sleeves and fragrance.
Ye Jingyan looked at it for a while and said, "Sister's painting is naturally the best. But if Feng sees it, he will probably ask Sister to make up for it again."
Ye Chutang waved his hand and said, "Guarding the border is always hard work. We'll talk about it when he comes back."
Anyway, that kid is the easiest to coax.
Ye Jingyan nodded and put down his pen.
"The couplet has been written, please take a look, sister."
Ye Chutang has always been most confident in him. His handwriting is well-known in the Imperial College.
I heard that many of his classmates and even teachers had asked him for ink and pens.
Ye Chutang walked over to take a look, and indeed saw that the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with its own style.
She narrowed her eyes.
"A Feng's handwriting is excellent."
He has indeed learned a lot during the past six months in the Imperial College.
Ye Jingyan called the servant to post the couplets and looked at the festive atmosphere with lights and decorations. Then he remembered something and turned around to ask:
"By the way, why did my sister refuse the palace banquet on New Year's Eve today?" (End of this chapter)
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