Guo Boyan is a famous and beautiful man in the capital, and Lin is a rare beauty. Can the child born by the two be ugly
The little brother Mao walked to Zhao Heng, raised his neck to look at the square wooden board, his clear black eyes were like the cleanest stream, like his sister, only a little more fearless than Song Jianing. With a chubby face and a tender touch, he also followed his sister.
When Zhao Heng looked at Brother Mao, Brother Mao blinked and glanced over the cherry blossom picture with little interest, and landed on the red pen tip in Zhao Heng's hand. Several red and green things were placed on the bench. Brother Mao's eyes lit up, he didn't want to paint anymore, he turned his head and was about to go there.
Several kinds of paints were placed in a flat jade box. Zhao Heng didn't love powerful and beautiful women. He only liked painting and calligraphy. He could send a paintbrush to the boy to play with. He put his arm down, put down the paintbrush, and carried the boy to his lap. This was replaced by his sister Song Jianing disturbing him. Brother Mao would definitely make trouble, but he looked up at the unfamiliar man above his head. For the time being, he didn't dare to move.
Zhao Heng handed him the paintbrush.
Brother Mao didn't want a paintbrush, and tilted his head to look at the paint over there.
Zhao Heng pursed his lower lip.
Song Jianing probed suspiciously, wanting to see what his younger brother was asking for, and happened to catch a glimpse of the future emperor pursing his lips. This is because he is unhappy and doesn't want to give it. Song Jianing panicked, got up and rushed over. He bent over and said, "My lord, my younger brother is ignorant, give him to me, don't let him disturb your painting."
At the age of thirteen, she was not short among girls of the same age, but compared with the tall and tall Shou Wangye who was already eighteen years old, she immediately looked petite. At this moment, she was slightly hunched over, Zhao Heng, who was sitting upright, turned his eyes and accidentally bumped into her dress. She was wearing a lotus-red embroidered shirt, and the spring breeze in March blew into the pavilion, blowing her shirt back, as if deliberately blowing out the peaches that the cardamom girl hid in her clothes.
Song Jianing in Zhao Heng's memory was still a gluttonous child.
"No problem." He retracted his gaze in time, stood up with Brother Mao in his arms, and instructed Song Jianing lightly, "Box."
Song Jianing didn't understand, what kind of box
She didn't understand, Brother Mao leaned over from Zhao Heng's arms, and Little Fatty pointed at the box of paint and called out anxiously. Only then did Song Jianing see the paint box carved from high-grade white jade, and then look at the Shou Wangye who was sitting at the stone table with Brother Mao.
Brother Mao looked at the box in his sister's hand excitedly, as if a greedy child was looking forward to eating cakes, while Zhao Heng reached out and tapped the table on his left. He was willing, but Song Jianing remembered that his mother said that the cherry-colored paint that the lord gave her last time was a valuable thing, and he couldn't help but hesitate to ask, "Is the lord wanting to reward the younger brother to play?"
Zhao Heng stared straight ahead, his voice clear and smooth like the gurgling of a stream: "Can't you?"
Song Jianing blushed and glared at his brother quietly: "No, yes, this thing is too expensive, it's a waste for him..."
Zhao Heng looked at her and said, "This king is not lacking."
Song Jianing's face turned even redder, yes, the dignified longevity lord, there are some good things in the house, even if you drop a piece of gold, you may not pick it up, why would you be reluctant to buy a few boxes of paint? After he figured it out, Song Jianing put down the box with peace of mind.
Zhao Heng continued: "Paper and pen."
Song Jianing went to the easel to get paper and pen like a little maid, spread the rice paper on the stone table, pressed it with a unicorn paperweight, and then stood beside her obediently.
Zhao Heng handed the paintbrush to Brother Maoer again. Brother Maoer grabbed the position close to the tip of the pen and swiped on the rice paper, and there was a thick red line on it. The boy who had never played like this smiled in surprise and continued to draw. The nib of the painting was out of paint. Brother Mao wisely dipped the paint in the box. The speed was so fast that Zhao Heng didn't have time to give it to Brother Mao. Change brushes.
And Brother Mao has been smearing happily.
A few paints were ruined in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Heng's eyebrow peak on the right jumped imperceptibly.
Song Jianing was very worried at first. Later, seeing that Zhao Heng seemed to like playing with her brother, she completely relaxed and slowly retreated to Zhao Heng's easel. There is a picture of cherry blossoms there, with snow-white petals, golden stamens, unopened pink buds, and colorful butterflies flying. The cherry blossoms are elegant, and the colorful butterflies seem to be a little fat. Song Jianing doesn't know how to paint, but he just thinks that this butterfly is very cute.
"how?"
A man Qingyue's question suddenly came from her ear. Song Jianing, who was not prepared, was startled. She tilted her head to see the person approaching her. She instinctively avoided it. Unexpectedly, her calf bumped into the red sandalwood that Zhao Heng was sitting on. On the square chair, the legs could not move, and the whole person leaned over there. Song Jianing was frantically trying to hold on to something, but suddenly her waist tightened and the world was spinning. The next moment, she was pulled into a hug by that arm around her waist.
The chest hit first, followed by the forehead. Song Jianing was in shock. Looking at the tea-white robe in front of him, he forgot to react for a while.
The man is slender, looking at the tall, straight and thin man from a distance, but he really bumped into it, only to find that his chest was broad and hard, and he had a faint plum fragrance on his body, which was as clear as clouds and mist, but he couldn't smell it if he deliberately smelled it. His arms wrapped around her waist, neither loose nor tight, she unconsciously tiptoed slightly, and the front of her clothes was oppressed. It was the first time in her life that she felt such a terrifying squeezing feeling.
The strangeness of her body made Song Jianing come back to her senses, realizing that she was actually being held by the future emperor, Song Jianing's mind was blank, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling at all. A river god flew out of the water and kindly helped her, she was flattered!
Surprised, Song Jianing struggled gently.
The arms around his waist loosened, Song Jianing blushed like a rosy glow, stepped aside, lowered his head and said, "I made the prince laugh."
Zhao Heng looked down at her, looking at her red face, the softness of her hands and chest still remained. Her face is slightly fat, but her waist is slender and flexible. Her waist is as thin as grass, but it is bulging on the top. It is very comfortable to hold. It is this comfort that makes him hold her for a while longer when he can let go of her.
The contact between the two, Qiuyue outside the cherry blossom forest and the wet nurse could not see it, and Eunuch Fu, who had just been announced by Zhao Heng with his eyes, bent over and supported Mao Geer to play with his eyes, nose, nose and heart, pretending to know nothing, did not hear it. So when Song Jianing nervously looked around, no one noticed that she was hugged by the future emperor, her pounding heart finally slowed down.
But Song Jianing was still panicking. She was punished for bringing her brother here. She knew that the prince was not angry, and her mother must be worried. After so long, she wanted to leave.
"How about this painting?"
Just as Song Jianing was considering how to say goodbye, Zhao Heng stood by the easel with his hands behind his back and asked again.
Only then did Song Jianing remember the reason why she almost fell, glanced at the cherry blossom picture, she nodded again and again: "It's beautiful, the prince's painting is really good."
Zhao Heng's thin lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Song Jianing saw that he didn't speak anymore, misunderstood that his praise was too perfunctory and not sincere, so he stared at the cherry blossom picture and racked his brains to think about the praise: "My lord, this picture has a graceful style, rounded lines, elegant and bright... Butterfly, cute and lifelike, I almost thought it was real..."
After boasting here, a chuckle suddenly came from above his head. Song Jianing raised his head in surprise, only to see the man's thin lips pursed slightly, and there was no smile on his handsome face, only those eyes that were invisible were a little soft. Song Jianing snickered, it turns out that King Shou is a person who looks aloof and actually likes to be praised by others.
Now that he made people happy, Song Jianing glanced at the cherry blossom forest and asked in a low voice, "My lord, my mother is still waiting for us, can we retire?"
The softness in Zhao Heng's eyes dissipated in an instant.
Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his knees in a salute, and turned to look for his younger brother. He saw that Brother Mao's two chubby hands were stained with paint, and his clothes were dirty. Song Jianing had a headache, grabbed the paintbrush and put it aside, supported his brother's shoulder and said, "Do you still want an eagle kite?"
Brother Mao hadn't played enough paint yet, but when he heard the kite, the boy suddenly looked around.
Song Jianing whispered to Eunuch Fu: "Eunuch, that kite..."
Eunuch Fu glanced at the master and smiled: "Four girls come with me."
Song Jianing picked up his younger brother, bowed to Zhao Heng again, and followed Eunuch Fu out of the pavilion. The string of the kite was caught by a branch, and it was difficult to retrieve it. Song Jianing asked the nurse to cut off the string and left with only the black eagle kite. Eunuch Fu kept sending people to the front yard and watched Song Jianing and his brother leave the palace. He hurried back and entered the Dequ Pavilion but did not find the prince. He only saw a mess of paint on the stone table, and on the easel, a painting. Sakura drawing with a big fork in black ink.
Eunuch Fu sighed, when will the master's bad habit of destroying paintings be changed
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Next door, Duke Wei's Mansion.
The daughter stayed in the palace for a long time, and Lin Shi was vaguely uneasy. Aunt Tan sat on the throne on her right side and looked at her daughter who bowed her head and said nothing. Aunt Tan was glad that her daughter came back early and didn't have to bear the wrath of King Shou, and at the same time, she was looking forward to the focus of King Shou's punishment. She had better be horrified. Brother Mao.
Each thought, Song Jianing came back, neatly dressed with a smile on his face, the nurse beside him was holding Brother Mao, the black eagle kite covered his head, only a pair of red chubby hands clutching the kite were exposed, dazzling. red, kind of like blood. Lin's face changed abruptly, he got up and rushed over, and when he got close, he realized that his son was holding paint.
Song Jianing explained with a smile: "Eunuch Fu said that the kite shocked the prince, and the prince was going to punish us. Fortunately, Brother Mao caught the prince's eyes. Not only did the prince not punish him, he also played with him for a while. ." This is what Eunuch Fu said to her on the way out of the house, and it can be considered to dispel the faint doubts in Song Jianing's heart.
Looking at the fat son covered in paint, Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Aunt Tan regretfully tightened her handkerchief. Lord Shou has such a good temper. If her daughter...
It's all my daughter's unpromising daughter, who was frightened by a few words from a father-in-law.
Aunt Tan gave her daughter a displeased look.
Tan Xiangyu's face turned pale and pale, and she regretted her cowardice more than her mother.
Qiuyue glanced at their mother and daughter, and after holding back her anger for a long time, she deliberately rejoiced: "Madam, this time I really owe the young master, otherwise the lord doesn't know how to punish the four girls. You didn't see, we just entered. When he was in the house, Eunuch Fu’s face was extremely ugly, and he was so frightened that Biao girl put all the faults on Siguniang’s head and left her alone. …”
Lin Shi frowned. When Tan Xiangyu came back, he didn't say so much. He simply said, "My lord only saw the kite flyer" and it was over.
The injustice was exposed in person, and Tan Xiangyu's beautiful face instantly turned into a pig's liver color.
Aunt Tan changed the subject with a stiff smile: "It's fine, it's fine. Madam, wash Brother Mao's face, we'll leave first."
Lin Shi nodded, looked at Tan Xiangyu one more time, and only after realizing it did he notice the makeup that Tan Xiangyu had carefully dressed up.
On the one hand is the cousin who is not being kind enough, and on the other is the wronged sister. Tingfang is very embarrassed, because her aunt is in a hurry, so she has to go to see the guest first. Aunt Tan was leaving from the main entrance of the palace. Just as Tan Xiangyu took Tingfang's hand and tried to justify her last resort, there was a sudden sound of hooves outside the courtyard wall, and finally stopped abruptly in front of the palace gate.
"Master Shizi is back!"
The guard at the gate was surprised.
As soon as the three people on the other side of the shadow wall heard it, Tingfang broke away from Tan Xiangyu's hand and rushed out impatiently, bypassing the shadow wall, and saw her elder brother who was striding inside, her own brother who had been away for a year. Tingfang cried with joy, and threw herself into Guo Xiao's arms like a young bird: "Brother, you are finally back, I miss you so much..."
Guo Xiao smiled and patted his sister's shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the shadow wall and turned to two people. Guo Xiao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He picked up his sister and looked over there casually.
"Cousin." Tan Xiangyu called with red cheeks.
Guo Xiao pulled out a smile, his eyes were as cold as water.