The Marquis was extremely happy with this meal, but Xiao Zimu rarely used his chopsticks. Seeing this, Xia Chu raised his head and asked him, "Is it not to your liking?"
Xiao Zimu quickly raised his chopsticks and said, "No."
In order to avoid Xia Chu's worries, Xiao Zimu ate a real meal again, feeling a little miserable in his heart.
Xia Chu finished lunch with Mr. Hou and persuaded him to take a nap. Mr. Hou glared at him: "You want to coax me to sleep again so you can escape, right?"
Xia Chu smiled apologetically: "No way, I have to wait until you wake up and quit before leaving."
But the Marquis didn't believe it, and he frowned and refused.
Xiao Zimu took a step forward and suggested: "Before A Chu left the capital, I promised to paint a painting for him. Why don't you, Lord Marquis, go and have a rest for a while, so I can go and fulfill this promise."
Xia Chu nodded when he heard this and said to Mr. Hou: "Now you can rest assured."
"His Seventh Highness's paintings are valuable. Remember to collect them carefully." After the Marquis had repeatedly warned him, he reluctantly returned to Hengwuyuan.
Xia Chu praised Xiao Zimu: "You react quickly."
Xiao Zimu smiled bitterly: "It's not that I reacted quickly, it's that I have been thinking about this for a long time and never got the chance."
Xia Chu looked stunned, not knowing how to answer, so he could only touch his nose: "Let's go, I'll take you to Yunqiyuan where I live."
Xiao Zimu said "Okay" and followed him.
Xia Chu asked Mo Xiang to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for painting, and asked Su Qian'an to move the bookcase to the courtyard, and then asked Xiao Zimu, "What posture should I pose?"
"Just choose a comfortable position." Xiao Zimu spread out the drawing paper, while Mo Xiang polished it for him.
Xia Chu originally wanted to move to a recliner, as it would be most comfortable with her eyes closed, but she just thought about it and couldn't be too casual. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the blue parasol tree in the courtyard, and simply leaned against it.
When Xiao Zimu saw that he was close to him, he immediately started to paint with pen and ink.
Gradually, a picture of a young man living in Wu slowly appeared.
The young man in the painting is leaning against a huge towering Wuwu tree. His right leg is slightly bent, his left leg is upright, and he holds his arms in his arms, looking unrestrained and unrestrained.
The face in the painting is a profile, and the face is extremely detailed. You can see how hard the painter worked. The eyelashes are all vivid and lifelike. Even the shadows of the green leaves under the filter of sunlight are clearly cast. On his face.
He is wearing a green shirt, and the cloud pattern on the shirt is exactly the same as in the painting.
Xia Chu held the scroll in his hand, and after a whole life, he saw Xiao Zimu's hand-painted painting again, and felt sad in his heart.
"Do you still like it?" Xiao Zimu stood behind him and saw that he kept his head lowered. He couldn't see his expression and didn't know whether he was satisfied, so he asked.
"I like it very much." Xia Chu's voice was a little hoarse, and if you look carefully you can hear a little choking. Xiao Zimu frowned, put his hand on his shoulder, and leaned forward to take a look at him. s face.
Xia Chu put the scroll away and walked towards the room. As he walked, he said, "Please wait for a moment, I will put it away."
Xiao Zimu's hand that had just been put on his shoulder was hanging in the air, and his body was halfway forward. This posture was a bit awkward. He straightened up again and said, "Okay." '
When Xia Chu came out again, Su Qian'an said to him: "The Marquis woke up early in the morning. He was afraid of disturbing His Highness while he was painting, so he specifically asked you to finish before going over."
Xia Chu looked at the daylight and thought it was about midnight, thinking that Xiao Mubai should wake up, so he led Xiao Zimu to say goodbye to the Marquis.
After who wanted to go, the Marquis refused to let him go, forcing Xiao Zimu to play chess with him. If he lost, he would have to stay and have dinner before leaving.
Although Xiao Zimu was a talented artist and his chess skills were not bad, he could not compare with the Marquis who had been immersed in the game for decades.
The Marquis had a wishful thinking and wanted to keep Xia Chu for dinner again. Seeing that Xiao Zimu was defeated and about to lose everything, Xia Chu couldn't help but gave some guidance and turned around in an instant. In the situation, the black ones gradually eroded the white ones, and by the time the Marquis came to his senses, he was already at his wits end.
Xia Chu pulled Xiao Zimu to his feet, smiled brightly and said to the Marquis, "Zi Mu wins, let's take our leave now."
Mr. Hou blew his beard angrily and glared: "When did you little brat learn to play chess?"
However, Xia Chu pulled Xiao Zimu and waved to the Marquis as he walked. The Marquis stared at his back until he gradually faded away, then smiled and murmured: "You little bastard, you are really good at chess." .”
Xiao Zimu, who was dragged along by Xia Chu, was also amazed: "A Chu's chess skills are so good?"
When Xia Chu saw that he was far away and would not be chased, he let go of his hand and said humbly: "No matter what, I'm just as equal as His Highness King Mo."
Xiao Zimu heard that his words were extremely inconsistent with his posture, and he was stunned for a moment before he laughed out loud: "Achu, are you humble or proud?"
Xia Chu laughed and snapped his fingers: "Be proud and humble."
Xiao Zimu smiled helplessly, and when Xia Chu saw him speaking, he said in unison: "You..."
Xiao Zimu looked startled, and then the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Xin Ya, who was following Xiao Zimu, was filled with emotions. He had been with Xiao Zimu for more than ten years. In the past ten years, His Highness had never laughed as much or as happily as he did today. .
Xiao Zimu was in a really good mood today. In the morning, he learned about the signs that Zheng Zhongguang was about to wake up, and spent another day with Xia Chu.
Therefore, as he walked back to the inn at the beginning of Xia, he seemed to be smiling every step of the way.
But Xiao Mubai, who had woken up in the inn, could not find Xia Chu, and heard that he had gone out with Xiao Zimu. However, his face had darkened all afternoon, and the air around him seemed to have cooled down. It was cold. This made Han Sa shy away, hoping in his heart that he would never call him.
But Xiao Mubai would call him every once in a while and ask, "Is Ah Chu back?"
Han Sa could only reply truthfully: "The young master hasn't come back yet."
Every time Han Sa came back, Xiao Mubai picked up something and smashed it over.
Han Sa looked at the corner. At present, he had picked out a complete set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Naturally, there were also some other decorative items, such as fans, jade pendants and so on...
But Xia Chu hadn't come back yet, and Han Sa kept calling for the young master in her heart. When Xia Chu didn't come back, Xiao Mubai shouted again in her ears: "Han Sa."
Han Sa's heart trembled, thinking that there was really nothing left to throw away in the house...
He calmed down and opened the door, only to see Xiao Mubai walking towards the door.
The veins on Han Sa's forehead twitched, thinking to himself, wouldn't he just come over and beat him to vent his anger if he ran out of things to throw away
Xiao Mubai passed him and walked out of the door directly, giving instructions.
"Prepare the car to go home."
(End of chapter)