And Tang Zhuozhuo saw the man's back straight as a bamboo disappearing into the night, and at the same time the wire in the hall also disappeared, she felt a little weak, she found a soft stool and sat down, her eyes were bright.
An Xia just saw that the master left with a dark face, but didn't listen to the movement, now that Tang Zhuozhuo didn't look as angry and tearful as he did in the morning, he relaxed a little and said: "Madam, but Want some refreshments?"
Tang Zhuozhuo rested her chin on her jade hand, stared at the shining night pearl in the hall and shook her head. After a long time, she frowned, remembering something, and asked with a dignified expression: "Where is that painting?"
An Xiayin was taken aback for a moment, then murmured back: "It's in the bottom of the box, ma'am, you..."
You don't want to take it out again at this moment, do you
Tang Zhuozhao's bright almond eyes flashed a glimmer of haze, and he immediately stood up, looked at the bright candle on the table and said, "Bring it here."
An Xia tried to persuade her again, it could be seen that Tang Zhuozhuo's complexion was not good-looking, and thinking about her usual temper, she still sighed in her heart and went to take it.
The picture scroll was placed well without any dust on it, Tang Zhuozhuo cherished it very much, she pursed her lips, put the picture scroll on the rosewood desk, and pressed one of the picture scrolls with an inkstone corner, that corner was immediately stained with ink.
Tang Zhuozhuo glanced lightly, and then his eyes moved to the person in the painting. The person above smiled elegantly, and the handsome man was like a jade. Through the portrait, he could feel the majesty of the man.
Wang Yi was born very well, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a slight smile. Many of the noble ladies in the capital are fascinated by his eyes, and Tang Zhuozhuo is no exception. The one who catches his eyes is his good skin.
The signature at the bottom of the painting is only one Tang character, and under the neat and delicate handwriting, there is also a burning peach blossom, which is clearly the work of Tang Zhuozhuo.
Although she was born in a family of generals, she is extremely talented. She can do everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she doesn't show her beauty on weekdays, and few people know about it.
Tang Zhuozhuo's slender fingers were like warm jade, and his rouge-colored wide sleeves brushed the eyebrows of the painter, but the hideous face of that person in the previous life appeared in front of his eyes, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
She personally took the painting and looked at it carefully. After a while, she smiled and said to An Xia, who was waiting on the side, "Is this painting skill okay?"
The smile on the corner of Tang Zhuozhao's mouth was like a feather flicking, light and not reaching his eyes.
After all, An Xia was a little scared, and said: "Your Majesty, let the slaves put away the paintings, lest Your Highness wait..."
She couldn't go on talking, her delicate face was full of anxiety, Tang Zhuozhuo naturally knew what she wanted to say.
Huo Qiu had just left, but she took out the painting on her back, making it clear that she couldn't get along with him sincerely, if it was passed on to him by someone who cared, it would inevitably lead to another dispute.
Tang Zhuozhao pursed his lips, held the picture scroll in his hand, then frowned slightly, and told An Zhi who had never made a sound at the side: "Go get a brazier."
An Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and immediately blessed Fu and went down, leaving An Xia with her mouth puckered and asked: "What do you want the brazier for, it's so hot today."
But no, in June, if you don't pay attention, your whole body will be covered in sweat as if it was fished out of the water. Even when you go to bed at night, you have to put a few basins of ice cubes in the temple to cool off the heat.
Tang Zhuozhuo lowered his eyelids, but he didn't feel the heat, but the wetness in his palm was rubbed layer after layer.
Soon the two little maids brought up a charcoal brazier that was burning vigorously, and as soon as it was put down, sporadic fires burst out, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose.
Tang Zhuozhao took a few steps forward, threw the painting in his hand into the brazier, and immediately burned a hole the size of a bowl. With a soft snort, he relaxed.
An Xia was dumbfounded, exclaimed as if she couldn't believe it, then quickly covered her mouth, silently digesting the shock in her heart, even An Zhi, who had always been taciturn and thoughtful, couldn't hide the momentary look on her face. consternation.
Tang Zhuozhuo went to the table and wiped his hands carefully with a handkerchief, and then said with a smile: "You guys are stupid? Why don't you move the brazier out soon?"
The womb women who were waiting hurriedly took the brazier down, while An Xia walked up to Tang Zhuozhuo's side, pinching Tang Zhuozhuo's shoulders for her, and the joy in her words was undisguised: "Your Majesty, you can figure it out." Yes, it should have been done earlier."
After all, the royal family is different from other places, and if they make a mistake, they will be criticized, not to mention the high status of the crown princess, who can't tolerate any stains.
Tang Zhuozhuo was taken aback for a moment, her glazed eyes looked very soft in the night light, she closed her eyes, and after a long time gave a low hum, when An Xia went to look again, she found that half of her beautiful face was hidden in the darkness, her expression Extraordinarily cold with chills.
Indeed, it was long overdue.
But in the main hall, it was a completely different scene.
Huo Qiu held the wolf hair in his hand and wrote the pen into words. With the other hand behind his back, his black hair was scattered, and the crown beside the desk was shining brightly under the candlelight.
Zhang Desheng walked in cautiously with a cup of hot tea, his short and chubby body looked like a rolling winter melon when he moved, he watched Huo Qiu's face carefully, and complained endlessly in his heart.
There was such a quarrel in the morning, so why is the Crown Princess making a fuss over General Lao Shizi
The master already suffered from a headache, and he was usually fine, but once his mood fluctuated violently, his head would hurt for a whole night, and he refused to ask for an imperial doctor because he was born with a sigh of relief.
Thinking of the news from there just now, he couldn't help but sighed again from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Desheng still had layers of smiles on his face, he put down the steaming fragrant tea in his hand, and said, "Your Highness, let's drink some hot tea."
Huo Qiu turned a deaf ear and didn't even give him a look.
Zhang Desheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his gray-blue sleeve, and stopped talking when he reached the point of his mouth, his appearance was very funny.
Huo Qiu was impatient, and didn't listen to the movements of his hands. A faint wink passed by, and his voice was full of indifference, "What's the matter?"
"Your Highness, just now someone came and said that the Crown Princess took out that painting again."
Huo Qiu's hands paused, his bony middle finger gripped the pen holder so hard that it turned white, and his eyes were as dark as a bottomless pool of cold water for a moment.
There was a long and heavy stroke on the rice paper, and when Huo Qiu looked at it intently again, all the words on the paper had been ruined. He put the ink-stained pen on the inkstone, brushed the black spot with his slender fingers, and his headache got worse.
Huo Qiu has been calm and self-reliant since he was a child, and he has always had only what he doesn't want. Now that the world is in his pocket, he has met such a Tang Zhuozhuo.
You can't ask for it, really you can't ask for it!