When the Marquis and Xia Chu entered the imperial study and waited, the emperor had just attended the morning court.
When Xia Chu entered the imperial study, he looked around, looking through the ashes in the incense burner and smelling the ink on the inkstone. When the eunuch came in to serve tea, he saw him pouting and a writing brush being held between his hands. Between the pursed lips and nose…
The young man quickly lowered his head and pretended not to see it.
The Marquis held his forehead against the pain. After the young eunuch retreated, he scolded him: "Can you calm down?"
It was hard for Xia Chu to tell him that I was checking to see if there were any poisons... so he had to lie: "Last time there were so many people coming in that I didn't even take a closer look. I'm bored right now, why don't I just take a look at these good things for the royal family?" .”
"Are you still short of money now?" Mr. Hou curled his lips. The income of Wentian Pavilion that he knew was enough to last him a lifetime.
"Some things can't be bought with money." Xia Chu was taking down a Song Dynasty painting to appreciate it.
The Marquis was drinking tea with his head down, and he said "hmm" in agreement with his words.
When I looked up again, I saw him taking down the Song Dynasty painting. The veins on his forehead jumped. He quickly stood up and walked around and said, "Oh, hang it back up quickly. This is the emperor's favorite one."
Xia Chu looked at the elegant and detailed Song Dynasty paintings in his hands, with mountains and cranes, streams and clouds, clear water flowing, and green mountains surrounding them. Linxi is full of peach blossoms, blooming gorgeously and covered with brocade, crimson like clouds. He frowned and said, "Dad, don't you think this painting is a bit awkward hanging here?"
The Marquis didn't take it seriously: "It's so abrupt. It's been hanging here for almost twenty years. I'm very used to it. Now that you've taken it off, it's so unexpected."
"This painting is not by a famous artist. Although the painting style is a bit fresh, it is not like it has been hung here for all these years by the emperor." Xia Chu didn't need the Marquis to tell him that this painting had been hanging here for a long time. It's just that in the past, I only came here when I had something to do, and I didn't have time to take a closer look at this painting.
Today, he happened to have this leisure time, so he stopped and took a serious look.
Although he is not good at painting, he has been influenced by Xiao Zimu for a long time in his previous life, so he knows something about it.
"Hey, you kid is the best if the Emperor likes it. No matter if he is from a famous artist or not, hang it back up quickly. The Emperor will come back later and see you holding this painting in your hand, and he will peel off your skin carefully."
Xia Chu laughed: "You can't be so scared..."
When the Marquis saw that he had not spoken, his expression suddenly changed. He frowned and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? I just wanted to scare you. Just hang back."
Xia Chu rubbed the paper, her face became extremely solemn, and she lowered her voice: "Dad, go and guard the door. There is something in this painting."
The Marquis was startled by his words and reached out to grab the painting in his hand: "That is also the emperor's privacy. It's your turn to see it."
Afraid of tearing the painting apart, Xia Chu immediately let go, raised his eyes to look at Mr. Hou and asked him, "What if someone else had poisoned this painting?"
The veins on Mr. Hou's forehead jumped. The hand hanging the painting in mid-air paused for a moment, blinked twice, took back the painting and put it in his hand: "Hurry, the emperor may be back at any time."
A smile of success appeared on Xia Chu's lips. There was no poison in this painting. He had already checked it out. He was just curious about what was hidden in this painting.
Immediately, he took out a silver needle from his waist, opened the middle layer, and shook out a thin piece of paper inside.
Xia Chu put the painting on the table and bent down to pick up the paper that fell on the ground. After picking it up and taking a look, he was shocked.
The Marquis looked out from the crack of the door in fear. Hearing that there was no movement on his side, he turned around and glanced at him, only to find that he was stunned there, with a shocked look on his face.
"Ouch, why are you so stunned!" Mr. Hou glanced outside the door again, and then walked over quickly.
When he looked at the tissue paper in Xia Chu's hand, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
I saw a woman drawn on the paper, graceful and graceful, but that face...
The beauty is overwhelming, unparalleled in the world.
The Marquis pursed his lips for a long time before saying in disbelief: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you attracted to Ying'er?"
Xia Chu finally calmed down, frowned and shook his head: "This paper is old, and the ink is not drawn recently. This woman is not Meng'an, but she looks very similar."
After hearing this, the Marquis felt a little relieved. He took the tissue paper in his hand and sighed again: "This is too similar..."
Xia Chu recalled that when the emperor first saw Lan Yuying, there was a strange look on his face. Could it be that the picture on the paper was Meng'an's mother
Is it possible that the emperor and Meng'an's mother still have some connection
Just when Xia Chu was guessing and the Marquis was amazed, the voice of a young eunuch came outside the door to pick him up.
The two looked at each other and their hearts sank.
"Father, go to the door and stop it. If you don't have time to put it back, hang it up first." The Marquis said quickly, turned around, opened the door and closed it again.
"Hey, why didn't you stay in the house and came out to pick up the driver?" The emperor was not surprised to see the Marquis, but he was quite surprised that he came out.
"Isn't it natural to come out to pick up the driver?" Mr. Hou said with a smile on his face.
"Weird." The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.
"Hey, Your Majesty!" The Marquis saw him pushing the door open and quickly pulled him in.
The emperor looked at him suspiciously.
"I brought someone here to eat with me today." Mr. Hou smiled.
"Oh?" The emperor was about to open the door: "I want to see who is following you to take advantage of the emperor's food."
The veins on Mr. Hou's forehead were throbbing, and he quickly pressed down his hand: "It's boring to go in and see like this, why not take a guess, ahem, take a guess."
The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, and he frowned and reprimanded: "Childish."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and entered. The Marquis couldn't stop him even if he wanted to, so he couldn't drag him out. He immediately followed him into the imperial study.
The Marquis glanced at the Song painting for the first time and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it hanging there intact. However, he heard the emperor's question: "Where is the person?"
"Huh?" The Marquis then raised his head and looked around. The room was empty, except for the emperor who looked at him with a half-smile.
The Marquis rolled his eyes and was about to call Xia Chu when he saw a figure passing by. Then Xia Chu stood in front of the two of them with a sweet smile and said: "Your Majesty, I am hiding behind the door."
A smile broke out on the emperor's face after he saw his face clearly. He took Xia Chu's hand and said as he walked: "It turns out that I brought you into the palace. Let me know what you want to eat."
Xia Chu was held by the emperor with one hand, and held the emperor's wrist with the other hand. She put her index and middle fingers on his pulse without any trace, and walked with him while coquettishly: "I will eat whatever the emperor gives me." What, the emperor gives you the most delicious food..."
(End of chapter)