a little painter

Chapter 75

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Anhuang, who was in the first place, picked up his wine glass and silently looked at his ambitious son. The young man who was determined to win seemed to be the same as him back then. Maybe the dragon species who didn't know life and death didn't need to be found anymore. How could his son be mediocre? For generations, the king of a country is to kill decisively and allow no one to question him.

But this Chu Hui, I don't know what the old matriarch Fu wanted this son to come to Beijing. Thinking of the investigation results from the Dark Guard, is the reason unclear?

Chu Hui raised her head speechlessly, what did she say, why did she feel a little bit hard to get off in this kind of situation, before she could figure out how to decline, the hand of the person beside her tugged at her sleeve and gave her a comforting smile.

Liu Zi nodded slightly, and said unhurriedly: "My husband is busy with the art gallery, the congratulatory gift for the crown prince was organized by the courtiers, so the congratulatory gift is a picture of mountains and rivers."

"It's such a coincidence, come here, come and get a congratulatory gift from the Liu Mansion." Yong'an frowned slightly, why did he feel like he was acting in a picture book? This must be an illusion. This little painter just sent a picture of the mountains and rivers, so appropriate to the occasion, in the eyes of others, it would be like singing together.

Chapter 51

All the congratulatory gifts were sorted and cataloged by a special person, so soon the congratulatory gift from the Liu Mansion was presented. It was indeed a painting, and Yongan ordered his servants to open it, pretending to be relaxed and saying: "Your brother and this king really hit it off. ah"

The voice fell slowly, and the scroll was slowly opened. The people around had different expressions. Those who could understand sighed "Miao", while those who couldn't understand were full of curiosity. What kind of country is this? Is it clearly a mountain? It's just a clever way to look more vivid.

If it is in modern times, you can tell them by pulling someone on the road that this is meticulous painting, which is different from the freehand ink painting in ancient times. The former pays attention to details and realism, while the latter pays attention to artistic conception.

Yong'an looked at it for the first time, and her eyes were slightly disappointed. There was only a mountain painted on it, and there was nothing special about it. But in a moment, her eyes flashed, as if she had discovered the beauty of the painting. It suddenly became clear.

"Miaozai, Miaozai, my virtuous brother's painting did not disappoint me, come here, and present the painting to the emperor father and queen mother." Yong'an turned around contentedly, and did not forget to give Chu Hui an admiring look.

Chu Hui lowered his head humbly. This painting benefited from a variety show he had watched before. There is only one towering mountain in the whole painting, which looks ordinary. If you look carefully, you can find On a smooth stone, a piece of ginger was placed for no reason, yes, it was the ginger of onion, ginger and garlic.

A piece of ginger, a mountain, put together is a "ginger" mountain. Although it is a bit of a coincidence, this painting is informal and just right for such an occasion.

A wedding feast, full of guests, also made the old emperor put aside his other thoughts for a while. After Yongan took a bath, he changed into casual clothes and touched the Adam's apple. There was a dark tide in her eyes, as if something could no longer be suppressed. was released.

The door of the wedding room was opened, and hearing the sound of the servants being dismissed, Shen Yun'er's fingertips trembled, her nose seemed to be blocked, making her breathing slow and difficult.

"Yun'er, from now on, you and I will be one body. After drinking this glass of wine, you will never run away again in this life."

After the cup of wine was finished, Shen Yun'er, who had never had a drink before, seemed to have mist in her eyes: "Your Highness...does she really look like Princess Yong'an?"

"Really? That Yun'er thinks it's better to marry me or be with Yong'an?" She asked the words in a secret way, and Yong'an's eyes darkened even more.

"Of course... I want to marry His Highness." Shen Yun'er blinked her eyes vigorously, and stroked her chest with her right hand. A heart seemed to be about to jump out there. Did she lie?

"Re-is it?" The two words were eloquent and eloquent, and Yong'an's eyes were filled with gloom. This is your own choice, no wonder me, my prince-concubine.

The red shirt faded gently, and was turned over violently by the waves. The beautiful woman went away in her dream, leaving the lucky one behind.

Yong'an stood up, the clothes on his body were already disheveled, but he still didn't take them off, while the person on the bed, with a tired sleeping face, didn't have a strand of hair on his body.

She raised her hand, but she couldn't tell how many fingers she used, but her fingertips were covered with dark red blood stains. Just now, the person under her was hoarse, and she didn't know how many times she said "no"

But his hand seemed to be out of control, and he couldn't stop no matter what, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, Yong'an's shaking will regained his firmness, since she is willing to be the mistress of the East Palace, then give her food and clothing. The worrying Donggong can only owe a debt to his heirs.

Early the next morning, Yong'an looked at the person who was still sleeping on the bed, she made a gesture, and someone was ordered to go to the palace to ask for orders, so when Shen Yun'er woke up, the maid told her that she didn't have to go to the palace to ask for peace, the prince had already After taking leave, she just needs to rest.

Because of the prince's big marriage, the examination of the people who take the exam every three years will be an exception, that is, there will be two exams this year. An experienced prince, I am afraid that there is no lack of the old emperor's intention of taking the school exam.

In the fourth year of Yunqi, Emperor An opened Enke on the occasion of the prince's wedding. The chief examiner was the current prince. , more students signed up than in previous years.

So, in the study room in the East Palace, Yong'an, who had been busy outside since the day of his wedding, finally remembered that she hadn't seen the Crown Princess for many days.

As for Shen Yun'er, she got married with Yong'an without knowing it, and thought she could spend her life safely, but who knew that she didn't see the prince for many days, and she didn't even hear about the princess.

Thinking of that night, she always felt that the person on her body was Yong'an. Could it be that the crown prince didn't want to have an heir with her? In fact, it was okay. The two couples without love and their unrelated lives were a bit boring, but it was also a bit boring. Isn't it quiet? It's just that this kind of thought disappeared within a few days.

Summoned by the prince, in the study, Shen Yun'er stood aside nervously, not daring to look at the person lying on the small couch. It was originally a soft couch for taking a nap, but it felt like Yong'an was lying on it like an embroidery bed.

"What has Yun'er been up to the past few days?" Yong'an lay lazily, looking at the person beside him casually. He hadn't seen her for a long time, so why did she look a little thinner.

"Reading books, looking at flowers" murmured softly, more like talking to herself, rather than talking with others, Shen Yun'er lowered her head even lower.

"It seems that the king spends too little time with you. Do you feel bored? Go outside for a walk when you have time." Yong'an smiled silently. The women in the palace don't compete for favor, but that's true, there is only one mistress in this mansion, so there is no dispute.

"Yes"