"I haven't heard of that. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Zhu'er thought for a while, and added: "But the people in the palace said that they brought a letter, and it was estimated that it was placed in the baggage." ”

I smiled, "Very good." ”

When I went to the east time, I saw that it was indeed a large package.

I took out the letter from under a pile of clothes, unfolded it, and saw that there were only two lines of the predecessor's side poems on it: climbing the mountain to watch the beacon fire during the day, and drinking horses and crossing the river at dusk.

I chuckled in my heart: my brother still went to the northern battlefield.

After packing up my clothes, I went to the bookcase to prepare to paint quickly, and I don't know where King Xiao led his troops? Can I meet with the Turkic army? Can Brother Changruo ask Huo Changfeng to take more care of my brother? Secretly finished painting earlier, and went back to the house earlier. These things are really beyond the reach of the whip in the palace.

But Huo Ran found that someone had splashed ink on the small draft that was made yesterday, and it was no longer usable.

Zhu'er and Lan Fu came over to take a look, and they were so frightened that they knelt down and said, "The maids don't know. The servants never came near the bookcase. ”

Suppressing the anger in her heart, let Zhu'er clean it up. Gritted his teeth and began to start again.

The hand does not stop, and the lines quickly flow out on the paper.

I was puzzled in my heart: this was clearly the handiwork of the person who sneaked into the water pavilion last night. It's just that Mo Di can't do that with my line drawings. Could it be that there was someone else last night?

Thinking about this possibility, I couldn't help but shudder on my back.

As soon as I entered the palace, there were only a limited number of people I could offend. It can only be because of Concubine Shu. If this is the case, how should we deal with it? If we succeed this time, there will also be a next time, a next time.

I was a little impatient just now, maybe I misunderstood the man named Mo Di. It is said that the body is moved to nourish the qi, and in the past few days in the Xiao Wangfu, has he been spoiled so much that he can't stand the grievances and can't hold his breath?

After lunch, I continued to paint for nearly two hours. Rubbing his somewhat sore neck, seeing that the weather outside was very good, and the warm autumn sun was shining on the surface of the lake, sparkling, he couldn't help but walk out.

However, just more than ten zhang out of the Water Pavilion, I saw two men coming from the direction of Hanzhang Palace. At present, one person is wearing a bright yellow robe, and it is the prince. I subconsciously wanted to dodge.

However, the man in the stone blue robe who was one step behind was Changruo!

I was in a dilemma for a while, and in the middle of nowhere, the two of them were already in front of me.

The prince stopped, and his narrow phoenix eyes looked coldly.

Restrained his mind and bowed down: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

"Bengong said why is it so familiar? It turned out to be a person who was a good sixth brother of Bengong in his heart. The prince said sarcastically. The cold light of his eyes scraped across my face, "This palace always thinks that you are a bit like Yin Ji." Or, we've seen it before?"

I was suffocated in my heart, the prince recognized his sister, and our sisters were four or five points alike.

He smiled quietly on his face: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so forgetful, didn't you see it at the Chongyang Banquet?" "I don't know if it makes sense to be so confused.

The prince pursed his lips and did not make a sound, but looked at me fixedly. After a while, he suddenly raised his sleeve and touched my face.

Shocked, I took a few steps back and knelt down.

The prince did not continue to press, staring at the position where we had just stood, looking stunned.

I saw that the prince was not paying attention to me, and looked up at Changruo.

Sure enough, just like when I was a child, I knew what I wanted and wanted with a single look in my eyes.

"Your Highness, Taifu is still waiting. It was still the same calm tone and demeanor, but the distress and a hint of hatred in his eyes flashed quickly.

I bowed my head silently.

When the prince came back to his senses, he saw that I was still kneeling with my head down, and walked away without saying a word.

Chang Ruo also followed.

We slowly stood up.

Looking at Chang Ruo's distant back, there are thousands of feelings in his heart, but it is difficult to say and can't sort it out.

Turning his head, he saw the dry lotus in the lake, and the wind passed through it. Adding to the sadness, he turned around and went back to the Water Pavilion.

At night, I simply asked Lan Fu and Zhu'er to move the bedding to the east room. The three lived in one room. If the man from last night really came back, he would be able to take care of each other.

He also instructed the two of them to be on duty at night in shifts, in case someone infiltrated and destroyed the sketch. I was a little relieved and fell asleep.

The next morning, after freshening up and dressing, I went to the middle room to read the sketches. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, I was relieved. When I turned around, I saw Lan Fu making a bed and folding quilts with me, and Zhu'er was looking at the hot water, so she removed the deadbolt of the middle room and opened the door.

The sunlight outside instantly filled the room, illuminating the middle room. I stood in the doorway, the warm winter sun shining on me, driving away the chill of last night.

Squinted his eyes, stretched his boss impolitely to the sun, no one was here anyway.

But I stopped suddenly, and maintained a strange posture - for I clearly saw a man standing under the tree on the left side of the pavilion.

I walked over gently, and sure enough, it was Modi. With his back to the willow tree, his eyes are slightly closed.

He seemed to have been here for a long time, his shoulders and the hem of his clothes wet with dewdrops.

"Is it good-looking?" asked me in a calm tone, opening his eyes suddenly.

My face turned red, and I couldn't admit that I was quietly looking at a foreign man while someone was asleep.

couldn't be led by him, so he changed his conversation. "Why are you here?"

Mo Di straightened up and leaned against the willow tree, put down his hands that were wrapped around his chest, and slowly walked in front of me, stopping three steps away. "Catch the thief. ”

After saying that, he walked straight past me and walked in the direction of the crane viewing platform.

Did you catch it? I can't help but ask, but the dark back has gone far.

After more than ten days like this, the Water Pavilion has been calm, and the person who sneaked into the Water Pavilion that night seems to have never appeared again. A few days before I got up, I saw Mo Di's figure.

Could it be that he has been guarding outside?

However, who is he, and how can he come and go freely in the forbidden palace?

A few times I tried to ask, but he found out that we got up and left quickly.

Sketches are already taking shape. It's just that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the lake is already frozen. The gelatin for color mixing is also always pimple, and the speed of painting is much slower.

Zhu'er and the others had already burned the charcoal pot sent by the queen. But it was still very cold in the water pavilion. I took the brush to render a few strokes, but my hands were a little stiff, and I was worried that the drawing would be broken, so I put the pen on the pen rest. Reach out on the charcoal basin to keep warm.

I heard that it was bitterly cold in the north, and I don't know if it has begun to snow in King Xiao and his brother, whether there is anything to keep warm and keep out the cold, and I don't know what the war situation is. I sent Zhu'er to the queen's palace to ask, but I couldn't get the point. I was in a hurry, so I changed the part of the painting to freehand brushwork, which saved a lot of time. Thinking that this painting should be completed in a few days, I went to the queen's palace and asked her face to face.

The weather in the past few days has been full of white gas, and the water outside the house is thin and cold, but it contrasts with the winter and spring scenes in the sketches.

Squinted at the finished manuscript rather smugly, and continued to draw.

During the night, the wind picked up.

I curled up on the couch and listened to the north wind rattling the lattice. There are two charcoal basins in the room, which are still like ice cellars.