Ying Zheng, have you ever regretted it?

Two, beauty, micro-movement

Mo Qibai entered the palace, and Ying Zheng arranged for him to paint portraits of beauties from the six countries in the palace in the garden.

For those with charming eyes, Mo Qibai will draw the picture of her showing only one pair of eyes when the wind blows;Each painting highlights the charm of the beauties, which also makes Yingzheng feel fresh.

Mo Qibai looked at all the beauties in the palace with pity.After entering the palace for a long time, he knew that the emperor was not obsessed with female sex, and they had very few chances to get the emperor's blessing, and their youthful years slowly disappeared with the rockery in the palace.Therefore, he tried his best to paint them as soft and delicate, which arouses pity.

Every time he presented the painting to the emperor, he secretly prayed that he could do something for those women so that the emperor would take pity on him.

Ying Zheng held the painting, and the paper was full of beauty, but his eyes were full of the painter's shadow.The painter's name is Mo Qibai, a contradictory name. He also sent someone to secretly investigate Mo Qibai's life experience, and found out that he is just a little painter with a clean background. He is the only one in the family. He seems to have friendship with the eldest son of the emperor Fusu .Ying Zheng already liked Fusu, Wuwu and Wu, and the two fell in love with each other.

When receiving the scroll from Mo Qibai, Ying Zheng would occasionally touch his hands, those were cold and tender hands, and a trace of coolness would always make Ying Zheng's mind flutter, and he was confused for a moment.Looking at Mo Qibai's androgynous face, Ying Zheng couldn't look back for a long time.

"Your Majesty," Mo Qibai gently reminded, "Is there anything wrong with this painting?"

"No, don't draw beauties any more in the future, just stay with Zhen Zhen and draw pictures of Zhen." Ying Zheng put away the scroll and casually threw it aside.

"Okay..." Mo Qibai replied softly.

Mo Qibai never answered politely, talking to the emperor was as indifferent as talking to ordinary friends, Ying Zheng didn't seem to care, and never accused him.

From that day on, Mo Qibai began to follow Yingzheng every step of the way. When the emperor went to court, he drew on the side, and when the emperor was reviewing memorials, he knelt and drew beside him.

When Ying Zheng was dealing with official affairs, he ignored Mo Qibai and devoted himself to state affairs.But when Ying Zheng got his own portrait, he couldn't help frowning.

"Is I so ugly?" The person in the portrait has a potbellied belly, a pair of bee eyes protruding outward, and a long beard that looks rough and majestic.

In fact, Ying Zheng is not ugly, on the contrary, he is very handsome.Nearly eight feet tall, after many years of fighting, he is tall and strong. His mother, Zhao Ji, looks very beautiful. He also inherited his mother's beauty, with a pair of round eyes and long eyelashes. Although his skin is a bit dark, it is very delicate. , The pointed chin is also full of bookishness.

"This painting is meant to be preserved, and it will even flow out of the palace. If you let outsiders see your real appearance, wouldn't it reduce the majesty of the emperor. How can the emperor who unified the six kingdoms through the ages not make the people jealous? !" Mo Qibai answered truthfully.

"You mean to say that my appearance is detrimental to the royal dignity?" Ying Zheng put down the painting in his hand, and turned to face Mo Qibai.

Looking at the squinting emperor, Mo Qibai panicked in his heart, and suddenly realized that he was really brave, daring to say such a thing, he would die.

Swallowing, Mo Qibai opened his eyes wide, watched Ying Zheng's face getting closer and closer, and thought to himself: It's over, it's over, is the emperor going to end me with his own hands?The laws of our country are strict, and the emperor must have a violent temper, so my life is over!

Looking at Mo Qibai's Adam's apple moving up and down, Ying Zheng suddenly felt that the hall seemed a bit stuffy today, making him slightly out of breath, and he had to increase his breathing.The tear mole seemed to be alive at this moment, dancing in Ying Zheng's eyes, waving its little paw mischievously, scratching Ying Zheng's heart.

With a sound of "gudong", Mo Qibai, who was kneeling, fell to the ground on his back, while Ying Zheng put his hands on his side, staring at the white-faced scholar who was lying on his back under him.

At this moment, Mo Qibai was too nervous to speak, his slightly opened mouth was gasping for air, his gaze was slightly dull.

Apart from the little eunuch standing blankly at the side, there were only two people left in the empty hall.The breeze passed through the hall, and Ying Zheng's eyes instantly recovered from confusion.He sat up, a helpless smile creeping up the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the emperor getting up, Mo Qibai hurriedly got up from the ground, retreated to the back, and calmed down his flustered heart. Just for a moment, he actually felt that the emperor was about to kiss him.I'm really crazy, but I'm still looking forward to it!I have drawn beauties for so many years and have never met anyone who is tempted. Could it be that I am also like that Longyang Lord?

Following Ying Zheng's side for the past few days, Mo Qibai saw a hardworking emperor who reviewed the memorials submitted by ministers from all over the country every day. Rolls of bamboo slips were piled up on his desk layer by layer, and he also weighed heavily. on his heart.Every time he would review until late at night, he always forgot to let Mo Qibai go back to rest.

Sometimes Mo Qibai dozes off secretly, and when he opens his eyes, he still sees Ying Zheng's focused and dignified face. He traces the profile of his emperor more than once in his heart, and he will unconsciously get lost in his own world.Maybe today he is just selfish and doesn't want others to see the star-like handsome Ying Zheng in his writing.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he also knew that Ying Zheng was not a tyrant. From the fact that he did not talk to him in a polite manner, he could tell that maybe Ying Zheng was a very easy person to get along with, but all his thoughts were on unity. When it comes to the world and governing the country, emotions are inevitably indifferent, and all things are left to Fadu to handle.

Mo Qibai almost ate and lived with Ying Zheng, and rumors about the two of them gradually spread in the palace, saying that Mo Qibai racked his brains to seductively seduce the Lord, messed up the emperor's temperament, and used demon methods to confuse the emperor, becoming a The emperor's male favorite, thus stealing the honor and favor of all the women in the harem.Even the young master Fusu tried his best to persuade Mo Qibai not to do this.But Mo Qibai just smiled and didn't make a sound, as if he didn't care.

At this time, General Wang Jian was attacking the border of Yan State, and the war was not optimistic, and the slightest mistake could not be tolerated.Ying Zheng stopped asking Mo Qibai to follow around painting all day long, and he hadn't set foot in the harem for a long time.

One day, Mo Qibai was painting in the garden when he had nothing to do, a court lady came to convey that Concubine Tian was painting and wanted to ask him to give some pointers.Mo Qibai simply tidied up and followed the maid.

When I came to Concubine Tian's bedroom, I saw Concubine Tian was sitting alone in the courtyard, seriously painting landscapes on the stone table in the garden.

Concubine Tian saw Mo Qibai coming, she hurriedly put down the paintbrush in her hand, smiled at Mo Qibai, and said: "Last time, sir, I didn't have time to thank you for taking a picture of me, this time I will bother you again."

Mo Qibai took a closer look, and a few ink marks outlined the outline of the mountains in the distance. The mountains and rivers echo each other, and a painting of ink and wash has come to life on the paper.

"Your Majesty, what a skill!" Mo Qibai praised sincerely.

Concubine Tian covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "Thank you for the artist's praise, but it's a pity that I can only paint so far, and it will be difficult to add to the icing on the cake. I would like to invite Mr. Mo to add a few strokes to make it fuller. How about it?" After finishing speaking, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Mo Qibai, eyes full of anticipation.

"It's a great honor to be invited by your mother." Mo Qibai bowed and saluted.

Mo Qibai took the paintbrush, and the brush was like a dragon and snake, with appropriate shades, and soon a landscape scene of birds singing and flowers fragrance vividly appeared on the paper.

"It's so wonderful! Mr. Mo is really a god!" Concubine Tian stepped forward, and after seeing the painting, she couldn't help but praise loudly, "If you don't give up, please accept it as a thank you gift."

"Thank you, ma'am." Mo Qibai accepted the painting and left.

Looking at the back of Mo Qibai going away, Concubine Tian felt resentment in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, why did you give him the painting as a gift to that goblin who charmed the Emperor? It's really cheap for him." The little maid beside him said unconvinced.

"Stupid thing, what do you know. Come here and beat Ben Gong's leg. I'm exhausted." Concubine Tian rolled her eyes at Gong'e, sat down on the stone bench, raised one leg and waited for someone to serve her.

In the afternoon, Concubine Tian's little maid sneaked up to find Mo Qibai.

The little maid's face was flushed, and she gave Mo Qibai a big gift, bit her lips, and said, "Can you trouble me, sir, to help the maidservant write a letter from home? The maidservant can't read, and the maidservant has been in the palace for three years." , I have never sent a letter to my family, but I really miss my family members outside the palace. When I met my husband today, I dared to ask him to help me write a letter to tell my family that I am safe." After speaking, a pair of almond eyes looked eagerly at the general. Mo Qibai.

"Well, come in and sit down." Mo Qibai didn't take it seriously, and beckoned the little maid to come in and talk.

The little maid dictated, Mo Qibai wrote, and soon a letter from home was completed. With the letter in her arms, the little maid happily thanked Mo Qibai and ran out.

As the night darkened, Mo Qibai had just finished his dinner when he was told by the little eunuch that the emperor had summoned him.

Mo Qibai came to Ying Zheng's bedroom.It was already dark, but Ying Zheng was still frowning, reviewing the bamboo slips.

Mo Qibai was standing at the door, and just about to speak, he heard Ying Zheng say, "I haven't looked for you these few days, I heard that you've had a good time."