It's not that I want to fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

On the day when the imperial decree arrived, both Lin Chao and Yang Qingshan were at Prince Ning's Mansion.

King Ning, who had already figured out his emperor's brother's temperament, was very calm.Zhao Tuo seemed to know something beforehand, and knelt down with his father to accept the order.

Compared with the parties involved, the performance of the two outsiders was even more turbulent.

Yang Qingshan's calm seems to be ashamed.

As for Lin Chao, even the servant who brought the tea and water could see that he was absent-minded, so he whispered a reminder that the tea is hot.

After the eunuch who announced the decree left, King Ning and Zhao Tuo retreated to the secret room to talk, leaving Yang Qingshan and Lin Chao sitting in the study, looking at each other.

To be precise, it was Lin Chao who looked at Yang Qingshan in a daze.

"Brother Qingyun." Yang Qingshan tapped his fingers on the sandalwood table with a dull sound, "Don't think about it."

Lin Chao: "What do you think?"

Yang Qingshan thought that he knew that the matter was caused by that painting, and felt guilty, so he wanted to speak out.Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to know nothing.

"It's nothing."

Lin Chao licked his parched lips, wanting to drink some water, but the tea still burned his mouth.

"Brother Yang... just now, what the Holy Majesty meant was that the prince wants to stay in the capital?"

Yang Qingshan said: "The reason is certainly appropriate." But it is inconvenient to say which reason it is.

Lin Chao sighed, "He's still young..."

Yang Qingshan said: "King Ning's health is not good, the land in the south of the Lingnan is full of miasma, and it's a long journey, I'm afraid..."

"Besides, I'm afraid this palace cannot be lived in..."

The two smiled at each other.

Yang Qingshan lowered his head and took a sip of the tea, only to feel the bitter taste in his mouth.

"I don't know what they're talking about?" Yang Qingshan stood up, stroked the hem of his clothes, "I'll go and have a look."

He spoke in a negotiating tone, but he had already stepped forward.

On a normal day, Lin Chao might be curious that although he has been a chess friend for many years, Yang Qingshan should not lose his composure so much.But today, his mind was not stable and he didn't think much about it.

Sitting alone in the study for a long time, he heard familiar footsteps coming through the door.

Calm, but much lighter than the average adult.

"you……"

Lin Chao couldn't wait to jump up from the chair, walked quickly to Zhao Tuo's side, took his hand, and said with concern: "Your father..."

Hesitating and unable to tell what he cared about, Lin Chao unconsciously grabbed Zhao Tuo's hand more and more forcefully.

Zhao Tuo endured it and remained silent.

"Master, don't worry, this is a family matter, and no one else is involved."

Lin Chaodao: "I'm not worried about this."

"..."

Zhao Tuo tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Maybe Master may be blessed by misfortune. I heard from Wang Gonggong that His Majesty praised the painting very much, and he will send someone to invite Master to the palace soon."

A painter can enter the palace and be crowned with the title of queen, which can no longer be described as "blessing".

If you can go further -

Don't you see, there are not only 24 heroes who have contributed to Ling Yan and become famous through the ages.

Zhao Tuo thought about saying this, hoping that Lin Chao could smile.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Chao said, "Your father went to Lingnan, so what should you do?"

"I?"

Seeing his frowning, Lin Chao was shocked and annoyed.Is the future Taizu so careless?How many of the protons imprisoned in the capital are comfortable?

"Once your father is gone, this royal mansion will not be able to live. According to the meaning of the Holy Majesty, he wants you to move to Guangling Palace. Are you ready for food and clothing there? Oh, what can I tell you? Call the housekeeper Come on, let me talk to him." Lin Chao was so anxious that his heart burned, he rolled up a sleeve.

Zhao Tuo smiled and said, "Master, don't worry."

"King Ning will leave tomorrow, how can we make it in time if we don't rush today?" Lin Chao thought that there are so many snobbish people in this world, once King Ning leaves, will anyone take a prince seriously?

Zhao Tuo gently squeezed Lin Chao's hand: "Father and King have made arrangements."

"So - have the calligraphy, paintings and gadgets in the house been packed?"

"Uncle Zheng went to clean up."

"What about your homework?"

"I heard that Guangling Palace will invite you, sir."

Guangling Palace was the emperor's residence on the outskirts of the city, where many young schoolchildren were housed, all of whom were from similar backgrounds as Zhao Tuo.Now that everything has been arranged in a unified way, Lin Chao has nothing to say for a while.

"You...be careful anyway."

Zhao Tuo blinked and said, "In the future...will Master come to teach me how to draw again?"

Lin Chao wondered what kind of place Guangling Palace was. He was in charge of entering and leaving, and a commoner like him would go wherever he wanted.

"Now I can't teach you anything." Lin Chaoqiang smiled, "If you have time to learn this, it's better to learn something useful."

Read more books on the art of war and strategy, that is the right way.

"I see." Zhao Tuo lowered his eyes and bowed respectfully, "I probably won't see Master again in the future, so let's just say goodbye."

Lin Chao hastily returned the salute, and stopped in the middle of his movements.

Zhao Tuo went into his arms and stopped him from bowing down.

Zhao Tuo didn't speak, just hugged in such a muffled voice.His height just reached Lin Chao's waist, and his two hands barely hugged his thighs.

Lin Chao looked down at Mao Mao's head, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

"Oh, it's not impossible."

Zhao Tuo froze for a moment, and was pushed away by Lin Chao.

"I'll see you when I'm free."

"Master~"

"It must be free..."

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The days that followed passed quickly.

In Zhao Tuo's long, seemingly endless memories, only this section is like a long snake passing by, unable to catch even the tip of its tail.

The bone-chilling bed mats in Guangling Palace, the peers who have learned the secret methods of the court, the stern and boring Mr. Xi, the overbearing waiters...all left only a vague impression.

What I remember most clearly is the person I didn't see once in the first few months.

After learning the news that King Ning was demoted, he was not as sad as others thought.In fact, no one else would care about his thoughts, and there was only one person who really cared.

So he tried his best to keep him, and there was only one person.

When he first arrived at Guangling Palace, he spent his days thinking about how that person had no choice but to agree to come and see him.

I had bitten him to death before and said that I would come to see him when I was free, but when I was aroused by the reaction of the first cold and then the hot, it became a reluctant "Okay, okay".

Then he promised him to go fly a kite and bring something new...

It seems that there is no rejection at all.

Zhao Tuo stayed in Guangling Palace for a month, and only one person came to see him.

Not the one he wanted to see.

Guozijian Jijiu Yang Qingshan stepped down from this noble seat, took a job as a servant of the Huangmen, and taught a group of neglected children in Guangling Palace by the way.

Although both are idle jobs, the difference inside is heaven and earth.

Take for example the group of censors who are often from imperial students. When they see the former, they have to bend over and say "Mr."

After Yang Qingshan finished his lecture in Guangling Palace, he found Zhao Tuo.

At that time Zhao Tuo was sitting on the steps fighting grass and didn't bother to look up at him.

Yang Qingshan said solemnly: "Zhao Tuo, look up and look at me. Do you want to sit there? I'll help you."

Zhao Tuo shook his hand and pinched the grass stem.The light green juice flowed slowly and soon submerged into the platform marks.

"I want to see Master Lin."

Yang Qingshan shook his head: "Him? I have to ask that person if he agrees."

Half a month ago, Lin Chaolin Qingyun, a disciple of Mr. Yang Ding, entered the palace under the imperial edict. A picture of a peony lady was spread all over the capital, and he was granted the imperial edict of the Hanlin Academy of Painting, accompanying him around.