Dongmei is instructing Lan Yu and Hong Xiang to carry a large blue and white porcelain fish tank, which is the fish caught by the ninth sister yesterday.

The pen in Wei Mingxu's hand was already stained with ink, the morning sun was just right, and the breeze swayed gently, and he had already lightly dropped a stroke on the rice paper. The painting is such a gentle and satisfied Lin Zhixuan, with kind eyebrows and eyes looking at the cats, fish, and lively little maids in Xijin Zhai.

It's good that life is as it is.

Comfortable, laid-back, peaceful.

The years are quiet, and I think this is what it is now.

Lin Zhixuan looked at the excitement, and it took a long time to turn her eyes to look at Wei Mingxu, and she had already begun to paint herself. Lin Zhixuan also came back to her senses, picked up the pen, looked at Wei Mingxu, handsome, standing in front of the table, if she wanted to draw him, she naturally had to look at him first.

After putting down the pen, Lin Zhixuan suddenly found that there was no way to paint, although Lin Zhixuan's painting skills were not comparable to celebrities, but she liked it when she was a child, and she could draw well.

It turns out that after so many years of not writing, I am unfamiliar with it.

What is drawn is always unsatisfactory.

Lin Zhixuan found that she couldn't draw him. I can't draw his outline, I can't draw his eyebrows, I can't draw his voice and smile.

In the past, the master said that in order to paint well, you must first have hills and ravines in your chest, so you must first look at its shape, observe its color, and be familiar with it in your heart before you can paint well.

Lin Zhixuan simply propped up the kang table with her hands and looked at Wei Mingxu first.

His face was elegant, but because his complexion was not so white, he showed a bit of a hard taste. The long eyelashes are thick and curvy, softening the original angular contours. There seems to be a lot of deep thoughts hidden between the slightly frowning eyebrows, but I don't know if it's a state affair or a family affair. A beautiful black hair was tied up high, holding a silver dragon hair crown, and was bound by a dragon silver hairpin. A homely dress, the style is simple, but the material is luxurious and ironing, only by the morning light, it will shine, like a beautiful son, handsome, hearty and clear.

After staring at him for a long time, it was as if I had been staring at a word for a long time, and I didn't know him anymore.

It turned out that his husband was so good-looking, in addition to being a regent, he was originally a handsome and handsome man. If you don't rely on talent, you can also have a good appearance by relying on skin and flesh.

No wonder when I was young, I swept so many big girls and little daughters-in-law in the capital.

Lin Zhixuan couldn't help laughing, the smile on the corner of her lips was so innocent, as if she had returned to the basics.

This said that she wanted to paint, Lin Zhixuan, who didn't paint, stared at Wei Mingxu non-stop, while the one on the other side who was serious about painting seemed to rarely look up at Lin Zhixuan.

It's just that it's already ripe in the chest.

Her smile, her every move, are all in his heart and in his pen.

Just looked up slightly, and saw that the girl was actually looking at herself eating and laughing. Wei Mingxu was a little puzzled: "What are you looking at? ”

Lin Zhixuan just replied with a smile: "Look at my father-in-law." ”

Wei Mingxu's heart warmed, and the pen in his hand almost fell heavy, staining the beauty he painted.

"Can't get enough of it every day?" Wei Mingxu teased her.

Lin Zhixuan only looked at the man painting himself with a happy face, but at the moment when Wei Mingxu lowered his head, with the gradually dazzling sunlight, Lin Zhixuan actually found that Wei Mingxu's hair had a silver light.

He already has gray hair.

Is it the gray hair that has come out of all these years of worrying about the country and the people, working hard, and worrying?

Lin Zhixuan's eyes were a little moist in an instant.

He is the best for the king and the best.

But as a husband, Lin Zhixuan didn't know how to evaluate him.

When he is with himself, he is very good to himself.

However, he gave himself too little time.

Most of the time, he is busy outside, busy with government affairs, and busy with social affairs. I don't have that much time for myself.

In her selfish heart, there is such a good person, who whispers softly to her, holds her in the palm of her hand, and paints for her, Lin Zhixuan wants to monopolize him, let him be his whole heart, be by his side all the time, and only have himself in his heart. Those who are in government and what country, whether they are brought in life or in death, do not care what they do.

However, in her heart, Lin Zhixuan is very proud that she has such a good husband. He not only has a small family, but also everyone, not only a family, but also a country. He governed the Great Zhou Dynasty so well, every side of water and soil, every inch of land, when he took it over from Wei Mingtai, was in tatters, and now it is full of spring.

He has outstanding political achievements, has the talent of the heavens and the earth, has the virtue of saving the world and helping the people, has the strategy of vertical and horizontal, and has the merit of supporting the community. Appoint people on the basis of merit, implement moral government, recuperate, and teach the world to return to the heart.

In a woman's back house, men occupy the center, but in a man's world, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and only in the family behind him are women.

When did he gradually allow himself to stand behind him, beside him, and even in front of him?

Lin Zhixuan finally lowered her head and put pen to paper.

The two of them were concentrating on painting, but someone suddenly spread outside: "Lord, the Queen Mother is here." ”

Grand empress dowager!

There was finally a commotion outside, and the Queen Mother came to the door in person.

Others may be able to stop it, but the Empress Dowager wants to enter the Jingwang Mansion, where in this world does anyone dare to stop it, and how can she stop it.

Lin Zhixuan and Wei Mingxu were about to go out to greet each other, so Lin Zhixuan instructed the girls to carefully put away the paintings.

Before she got off the shaker, the Empress Dowager had already been helped into the door of Xijinzhai by Liu Xi.

Seeing that Lin Zhixuan and Wei Mingxu were painting, raising fish and teasing cats, the Empress Dowager sneered: "The regent is leisurely. Leaving aside the political affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, my mother is not seen, and I have started painting here?"

Seeing that the Empress Dowager was angry, Wei Mingxu and Lin Zhixuan hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and sat in Xijin Zhai, Wei Mingxu gave the Empress Dowager a salute and said, "It is true that the son is lazy, but Ah Zhi is pregnant." ”

The Empress Dowager was slightly surprised, and then she knew it in her heart: "Sure enough, the rumors outside are true. ”

Lin Zhixuan looked at the Empress Dowager's expression carefully, except for the surprise confirmed by the speculation at the beginning of the moment, there was no trace of joy, but she couldn't hide her worry.

Lin Zhixuan's brows frowned slightly.

And Wei Mingxu, who was rejoicing, was afraid that he would not notice such a subtle emotion of the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager looked at Wei Mingxu, whose eyes were shining, and said, "What are you going to do about the things outside?"

Wei Mingxu's voice was unprecedentedly firm: "The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth." ”

There's a clear implication of death for those who stand in my way.