set of flowers

Yongshou Palace is the empress dowager's bedroom——

Empress Dowager Yan Huizhi and An Qingxuan sat across the square table, and a court lady stood beside them and brought them the brewed tea.Yan Huizhi picked up the saucer, raised the lid of the tea, poked the tip of his nose into the cup—the tea was hot, sweet and fragrant.

Taking a bite, Yan Huizhi covered the tea and said: "Although it is inconvenient for me to leave the Yongshou Palace during the fasting period, my eyes and ears are still there... The boy is really bold, but if His Majesty didn't indulge, how could he finish this farce? ?” Yan Huizhi waved his hands to make the servants retreat.

The maid bowed, and led the rest of the court ladies and eunuchs out of the inner door of the bedroom, closed the door, and retreated to the courtyard.

"It's just that I couldn't recognize the person for a while."

"Did your majesty think that Concubine Min was resurrected, or did your majesty look at that face in a daze?"

"I'm just getting into the show."

"The death of Concubine Min was not caused by the empress, nor was it framed by any concubine. It was she who reaped the consequences and shamed the royal family. Your Majesty, don't miss her any more." Yan Huizhi put down the bowl.

"I understand." An Qingxuan's face was flat, but his fists were clenched tightly, with a look of suppressing pain and anger.

"...that kid is naturally charming, thinking that he will be a little masculine when he grows up, but who knows that the longer he grows, the more he looks like his mother and concubine. He doesn't look like a prince, but he has a foxy air. Compared with being a prince, he is... maybe It's the next old twelve—"

An Qingxuan interrupted: "No matter how you say it, Xi'er is still the son of the minister, the grandson of the mother's mother, how can the mother's mother speak contemptuously?"

"Whether it is His Majesty's child or not, Your Majesty must not forget how Yaofei died."

An Qingxuan held his breath, and finally got angry: "How could you really forget? You executed him in front of the nine-year-old child on trumped-up charges!"

"Oh?" Yan Huizhi glanced at An Qingxuan, "It's been seven years, and His Majesty is still blaming him? Your Majesty is a man of affection, but you still believe in everything you have stolen?"

"Mother," An Qingxuan adjusted his expression: "If the mother doesn't want my son to bear the grudge, please don't bring up the past again."

"Okay, but please remember, Your Majesty, as long as the old man is still alive, it is impossible for that evildoer to sit on the throne. Don't be too partial."

"...I just want him to be an idle prince."

"Then before he looks like a man, he must not go out of the palace. Don't let the common people see jokes and lose face of the royal family."

"Please ask mother to continue to take good care of him. If something happens to him again, I will definitely investigate this time."

"Your Majesty is threatening the old man?"

"Just a warning." An Qingxuan stood up.

Yan Huizhi looked up at An Qingxuan: "Your Majesty, I haven't tasted this tea yet."

"No, the queen mother likes it, keep it for drinking."

……

After the banquet, Hua Qianmo didn't hold back, and laughed for a while, which made Hua Qianyu's face look ugly, and it was rare for him to change his face.But after that night, the matter was over, Hua Qianmo didn't mention it again, and Hua Qianyu acted as if nothing happened.

Even though he pretended nothing happened, Le Yang found that his master was absent-minded.One day when he was waiting for the pen and ink, he discovered that the person in Hua Qianyu's pen was actually the four princes who sang in the palace that day—even though the painting was not complete, the downcast eyes, the compassionate charm, and the temperament were definitely those four princes. Prince!

Although Le Yang was brought into Qinghe Palace at that time, he was a servant after all, some distance away from the masters, and he just stood by, so he didn't hear the phrase "I want him", so he didn't know the master's mood at that time, but he was also caught by the master. The prince lost his eyes, couldn't take his eyes off, and couldn't stop watching.

Seeing Hua Qianyu's serious look, Le Yang swallowed back the "why" that came to his lips for a while, and just quietly watched him paint the characters more and more concretely.

Gongzi's paintings are different from the mainstream court paintings of the dynasty, free and easy without being complicated, full of fairy spirit.Even when drawing a person's most difficult to describe eyebrows and eyes, he only needs a few strokes to make that person's expression and temperament come alive on the paper.He will not be like some painters who deliberately paint a person's face round for convenience or to show a rich appearance. If the young master wants to paint someone, he will not only pursue the similarity in spirit, but also the similarity in shape.The young master has a good memory, steady writing, and skillful painting skills. It is not a problem at all to reproduce a certain scene or character.

Le Yang couldn't help thinking proudly: If the young master let his picture be published, there will be people competing to imitate it!

It's a pity that although the son is almost omnipotent, he is low-key, and apart from the pilot test, he didn't spark much sparks...

Hua Qianyu used cinnabar to color the scroll, which was originally only used in black ink, carefully applied red makeup to the corners of the eyes and the center of the eyebrows of the person in the painting, and applied a touch of red to the beauty's lips.Then he put down the writing brush in lower case and changed to upper case, dipped the water-filled brush with cinnabar, dropped the tip of his nose on the drawing paper, and it was quickly blurred. The uneven red has an intriguing beauty...

After the painting was finished, he seemed to want to inscribe a poem, but just as he was about to write, he put it down, and finally didn't even get the signature.

"Is there something on your mind?" Le Yang asked.

Hua Qianyu asked without answering, "Is the painting good?"

Le Yang did not hesitate to praise: "The rebirth of the painting fairy is nothing more than this!"

Ask this kind of question, what's the matter, son?

Hua Qianyu still had no expression on his face. You must know that even if he is pretending normally, the young master is still smiling, and his appearance is even more leisurely than that of the Happy Immortal.

"Is there something on your mind?"

Hua Qianyu shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Look at the painting, put it away after it's done, I'll go out for a while."

"I……"

"You stay and wait for the painting to dry."

Le Yang watched him leave, then looked back at the painting, when did Mr. Xin think so much about his painting?

……

The night lights of the capital city cannot cover the stars and the moon, the breeze blows slightly at night, dissipating the residual heat of the day, and the sounds of frogs and insects are completely overwhelmed by the noisy voices of people.Xian'er looked at Hua Qianyu who was standing at the end of the corridor, he seemed to be the only one who was pure in this impetuous world, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.The evening wind blew up the loose part of his long hair, and his back suddenly looked like a little fairy who was isolated from the world.

Xian'er was amused by her own thoughts - where did the fairy come from?

He is a unparalleled son.

She walked behind him and teased: "Yo, when will the young master come to visit at night?"

He looked at the newly built building to the southwest and asked, "What is that building for?"

That building?

Xian'er looked in the direction he was looking.

She covered her mouth and lowered her head with a snicker: "Daning likes masculinity, I must have heard about it... That building was built to cater to the guest officials who are obsessed with Longyang, and there will be many beautiful young men coming out at that time. Now The boys are temporarily staying in the far south seat...Your Excellency, are you interested?"

Longyang...

Hua Qianyu shook his head: "My sister is joking."

"Okay," Xian'er pretended to be angry, "You always think I'm joking, but don't you take my mere girl's words seriously?"

"Sister..." Hua Qianyu sighed, then laughed, "Sister knows it."

Xian'er also laughed: "My lord, is there something bothering you?"

"... A few days ago, I was lucky enough to meet a beautiful woman."

Xian'er became interested, raised her eyebrows, and asked: "How beautiful is it, that you can let the young master fall in love with you?"

Hua Qianyu spat out four words: "Thrilling."

Xian'er put these four characters in her mouth and chewed continuously, feeling somewhat jealous——

It seems that I can't compare anyway.

Xian'er came back to her senses, and smiled: "It's such a god, the young master pursues it, why bother?"

"However, the 'person in the painting' is beyond reach."

Xian'er was amused: "The person in the painting? I thought it was a story that only appeared in the philistine's biography, and it fell on the young master? Then the person in the painting is probably not some goblin."

Hua Qianyu recalled his appearance, and said with a smile, "It looks like a fairy." He was still the most disturbing vixen... The haughty side he showed at the end of the curtain also made his heart tremble.

Xian'er sighed: "Young master, even if you talk to Xian'er, Xian'er can't give you any useful opinions...Since you are the person in the painting, why don't you worry about it, don't worry about it, don't learn from those words, and just take the painting Looking for people everywhere, I wasted my life."

Hua Qianyu shook his head: "My sister thinks a lot, Qianyu knows what to do. When I come out to relax tonight, I also want to get rid of the 'stunning glimpse' and get rid of the 'wandering dreams'."

Xian'er turned her back, smiled, and said as she walked: "I thought the young master had no intentions, but I didn't think he was a lover..."

"Sister, don't you plan to stay with me for a while?"

"No, my sister is going to enjoy the spring night~"

Hua Qianyu, who wanted to understand this, rarely blushed, but it was a pity that Xian'er missed the scene she had always wanted to see.

Thinking back to the previous conversation, he smiled with relief.

So be it.

……

In the early morning of the next day, An Mingxi accidentally saw a scroll on the desk by the window. He thought that he or Ah Jiu took it out and forgot to put it back, but after a closer look, the scroll was made of very good materials. An Ren Dian will definitely not have one.Out of curiosity, he pushed the scroll away and spread it on the table. When he saw the complete painting, An Mingxi was taken aback for a moment, realizing that the graceful figure in the painting was himself after that day in the Hall of Qinghe. I am ashamed and angry——

Is this mocking him?

After making the tea, Ah Jiu who came in with the tea set saw that An Mingxi was staring at the painting on the table without moving for a long time. He approached, stretched his head to look at it, and was shocked: "When did Your Highness draw so well?"

An Mingxi glanced at him coldly: "Not good...didn't you bring it in?"

Ah Jiu was even more surprised: "Didn't His Highness draw it?"

"No."

An Mingxi wondered: he is under supervision, who else can send the painting in?

Ah Jiu sighed: "This is His Highness, right? The painting really looks like... The man painted His Highness so superbly, he must attach great importance to His Highness..."

Hearing these words, An Mingxi felt an unknown feeling in his heart, and half of his anger disappeared in an instant.

Isn't it for provocation?

"Your Highness has made friends, Ah Jiu is happy for His Highness." Ah Jiu laughed.

"I have no friends." An Mingxi picked up the teapot and made a gesture to pour it on the painting. "How can such a painting express goodwill?"

Ah Jiu hurriedly wanted to take back the teapot, but the plate in his hand almost fell: "Your Highness, don't be impulsive, first check the signature...ah, there is no signature?... It would be a pity if Your Highness messed up the painting! Ah Jiu I have never seen anyone who can draw His Highness so well!"

"But he's mocking me."

"Who would put effort into drawing people to look good in order to laugh at someone?"

An Mingxi was speechless for a moment.

In order to keep the painting, Ah Jiu went on in a hurry, "Maybe he likes His Highness?"

"like?"

"It's rare for His Highness to show up in front of everyone. When he shows up, he is dressed like this. Even if he wants to draw another highness, he can't draw it! I am afraid that some talented woman fell in love with His Highness at first sight. After painting, he ordered someone to secretly paint it. Send the painting... Isn't Your Highness wasting people's thoughts like this?"

"Really?" An Mingxi's defense began to relax.

"Yeah." Ah Jiu nodded hurriedly.

An Mingxi clenched his fist with one hand, blocked his mouth, put the teapot back on the tray, and cleared his throat: "Cough, then... put it away first."

By whom?this kind of thing...

Taking advantage of An Mingxi's turning her back, Ah Jiu lowered her head and snickered——

Your Highness is shy?Is this the beginning of love?

After all, His Highness is not young anymore, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he is almost ready for marriage... She lives in seclusion, and has never seen many women...

Ah Jiu put the teapot away, and when he went back to put away the painting, he saw An Mingxi looking at the painting from a distance, and murmured: "The painting is not bad..."

Ah Jiu couldn't hold back her laughter, and when An Mingxi found out, An Mingxi became furious and said, "I'm going to tear it up!" After speaking, he was about to stretch out his claws at the painting.

Ah Jiu hurriedly hugged his waist, obstructing him: "Your Highness, calm down..."