Zhu Yifei looked back at Han Miao a little inexplicably, he felt rude, and said with a red face and shame: "I've been looking forward to seeing the girl again, Xiaosheng's family lives near here, if the girl doesn't dislike it.... He was really afraid that it would be difficult for her to see her again in the deep palace, and he was very reluctant in his heart, thinking that if he could stay for a while, even if it was just to watch. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing that his face was like rouge, red and white, Zhu Yifei smiled and said: "It's okay, don't dislike it, I happen to be hungry, I'll go to your house for a meal first" I knew that I was grateful for her kindness, if I refused, I was afraid that he would miss it for a long time, and it would not be beautiful.

Seeing her agree, Han Miao was overjoyed, squirmed her lips and didn't speak, but said to the little scholar behind her: "Go and return the post of Chen's house, saying that someone from my hometown came to visit, so I can only come to the door another day to accuse."

Sent away the little scholar, Han Miao invited Zhu Yifei to his house as a guest, through the streets and alleys, came to an inconspicuous courtyard, pushed the door in, the yard is not big, only a three-door tile house, the whole yard is separated into the front and back yards, the backyard is planted with many trees, the day before yesterday just snowed, the old girl on the branches hung some thin snow, from a distance it looks like a blooming white plum, there is a well in the corner of the wall in front of the courtyard, the ground is full of snow mixed with dead leaves have been swept away and piled up at the root of the wall, revealing the wetland paved with green bricks. There were sparse icicles on the eaves, dripping with water, and when she crossed the threshold in the house, there was a drop of cold water that fell on her forehead, sliding all the way, and finally staring on Sakuraguchi's red lips, pointing out the charm hidden in the cold, Han Miao was a little stunned for a while.

Slender fingers wiped the water from his lips, pink embroidered shoes poked out of the hem of his skirt, and he walked into the room in two or three steps, except for an old table and chair in the main hall, and the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings

Lin Zhi Feique, Lao Tan Shen Fish, Crane Point Chunlan, carefully depicted on the white silk, all lifelike, charming, especially the proper in a pair of "Feiliu Post. Zao Spring Chronicles", the penmanship is strong and powerful, and the place where the pen is mentioned is advanced and retreated, chic and free, if it is not for the accumulated practice and unique talent, I am afraid that I will not be able to write such a work of style.

It is precisely because her own talent in writing is really inferior, and she is unwilling to spend hard work, so she has practiced calligraphy for more than ten years and is still only at the level of primary school students, so she has a good impression of people who write well, especially her modern boyfriend, who is much better looking than his appearance, of course, she drools over the words when she is in love.

Han Miao looked at the woman who was staring at the calligraphy and painting as soon as she entered the room, went to make tea by herself, poured a cup and blew it cold, and handed it over, seeing that she didn't answer it as if she had lost her soul, she smiled and said, "Could it be that looking at these dead things can quench your hunger and thirst?" ”

"Hey" Zhu Yifei took the tea handed by Han Miao and drank it all, and let out a long sigh.

Han Miao saw that she drank the best Pu'er like drinking cold water, so she couldn't help but smile and pour another cup, and asked while blowing carefully, "Why are you sighing again?" ”

"You wrote these things, right, looking at the date, it should have been done not long ago?" Zhu Yifei asked.

"Exactly, the girl also knows poetry, calligraphy and painting?" Han Miao was a little surprised, he already had a rough guess about the identity of this woman in his heart, it was nothing more than the emperor's personal guards and secret guards, like the royal guards who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, at most they could know some words, it was impossible to understand these calligraphy and paintings.

"Of course, it's just that my handwriting is really ugly, and painting is much better than calligraphy," Zhu Yifei said with a smile.

"Oh? How can a girl paint? Han Miao's surprise turned into a secret joy in his heart.

"yes, it's been a long time since I've been dancing and writing, do you have a guy?"

"Naturally" Han Miao knew that the guy she said meant the four treasures of the study, so she invited: "The house is small, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all in the bedroom, if the girl doesn't dislike it"

"Hey, how can there be so much attention" smiled, and walked into Han Miao's bedroom with a heroic face.

It is said to be a bedroom, but in fact it is a study with a screen and a couch, full of bamboo slips, silk cloth, and the wall is full of many high-quality works, especially on the wall opposite the bookshelf actually hung a portrait of a woman.

I saw that it was the beginning of the morning light, the rain and fog were filled in the early morning, a woman held a blue thin sword, walking in the verdant and green freely, her long hair hung down on her waist, and a few strands were stuck to the jade shoulders, and her slender waist was like a spirit snake dance, looming in the white light gown, and there was only one back on the whole body, but she swayed the smart and elegant beauty, which was quite a bit of a green elf.

"Yo, yes, you painted it so well" Zhu Yifei looked up and saw that it was the scene when he left the broken temple, and he was instantly excited.

"Really?" Han Miao replied in a low voice, but his eyes stared at the woman who was close at hand for a moment, and his face was slightly red.

"Of course, let's do it, since you drew me, I'll also draw one for you, but don't laugh" Zhu Yifei said and turned around and walked to the desk, looking for a white silk that looked pretty good, which had been soaked in rice water, and the specially treated things were as good as paper, and they wouldn't smudge, so he polished the ink and looked at Han Miao carefully.

Han Miao's face was red at her, and he couldn't help but stagger his eyes and turn his head slightly, pretending to look out the window as if nothing happened. Originally, there was new ink in the inkstone, so she symbolically polished it a few times, and then picked up the pen to paint.

Since the time has passed, it has been more than two years since he crossed over, either dancing swords or drawing talismans, in the end, the technique is a lot rusty, and the first stroke is a little wrong, Zhu Yifei stuck out his tongue, stabilized his mind, and began to concentrate.

The foundation of art is still good, plus she does have a unique talent for portraits, has won many awards, and the use of brushes is also very skillful, of course, in addition to writing, I don't listen to the call.

Han Miao looks very good, he was originally thin and out of appearance, but now he is much plump, his forehead is wide and full, the two lying silkworm eyebrows are thick and black, a pair of slightly slender apricot eyes, single eyelids, two shallow horizontal lines in the tear hall, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and a pair of clear brown eyes are unruly.

The direction of the face is slightly shorter, but the nose is round and upturned, especially the wings, full and fleshy, the two pink lips are not thin or thick, and the chin is sharpened but there are some double chins, especially now with a shy appearance, the overall look is very handsome and cute.

When the ears were drawn, Zhu Yifei found that Han Miao's ears were surprisingly good-looking, round at the top and moist at the bottom, higher than the eyebrows, and the temples were longer than the middle, hanging down like beads, which was very similar to the ears of the little monk.

Then there was a silver-white linen robe, very elegant and pure, but not very close to his temperament, a turn of mind, the black ink splashed down, and in an instant, a black slanted gown jumped on the paper, and the calm and wise hidden between the eyebrows were lit out, quite a bit of the domineering and steady of high-ranking officials.

Originally, it was just a simple portrait at the beginning, but after the painting was completed, Zhu Yifei always felt that it was a little something, so he added pavilions and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and rain flowers and butterflies.

Then I felt that this dress was not magnificent enough to assemble this scene, so I changed the simple hairband into a jade crown, added a red plum cold hairpin, added a jade ring of falling hair at the sideburns, and wore some floral ornaments at the collar.

Han Miao stood for almost an hour, and he was still a little blushing before, but when he saw that he was simply bored and painted, he didn't look at him anymore, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, during which the little boy also sent the post from Chen's Mansion and brought a lot of things back.

There is no one to do business during the New Year, they are all given by some neighbors, Han Miao often helps to write letters, who has some strength to work and does not shirk, if you can help, you will go to help, and you will be familiar with it for a long time, I met a child on the road and chatted a few words, I heard that Han Shusheng's family came to relatives, so they all rushed to send something.

Seeing that Han Miao didn't let him make noise, the little scholar took everything to the kitchen, and seeing that noon was approaching, he was busy making some food.

After Zhu Yifei put down the pen, she moved the paperweight away, lifted the scroll, carefully dried the ink on it, and smiled at Han Miao: "Look, how handsome I painted you"

Han Miao stepped forward, and saw that the person in the painting was indeed the same as him, but the bearing of the whole body was already 108,000 miles away, and it was even more low-key and luxurious, properly revealing a cheesy atmosphere, and said with some tears and laughter: "The girl's painting is worth a lot of silver."

didn't understand the helplessness implied in his words for a while, but said proudly: "Of course, well, I am also the favorite concubine of the dynasty, and the two of them are above 10,000 people, but this is a gift from me, you can't sell it because of money."

Han Miao heard what she said, her heart chuckled, and she hurriedly asked, "What did the girl say?" Favorite concubine? ”

He doesn't know much about the things in the palace, and he doesn't care, but the major events in the court, even if there is a wind and grass, everyone will know, a few months ago, he just came to the capital, and a major event happened, Qiangzhou succeeded in suppressing bandits, General Qi Huan and a Tanhua named Huai Wenhan escorted the bandits back to Beijing, and received a lot of gifts, but it didn't take long for Long Yan to be furious, and the two were demoted, and no one dared to intercede.

He only found out after worshipping Mrs. Chen as his teacher, and it turned out that the emperor's favorite fairy concubine was lost inexplicably, and the emperor sent two people to look for more than two months without any news, so he accidentally implicated his upper body and was ruined.

"Of course, I'm the fairy concubine, no, Concubine Lan is estimated to have given birth, I'm coming back to see her" Zhu Yifei said with a smile.

Han Miao's hand trembled, and the newly formed picture scroll that he held in his palm fell to the ground, and his face completely changed color.

"It's okay, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yifei picked up the painting on the ground, carefully beat the dust and said with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid, I won't eat you again"

"Fairy Concubine?" Han Miao's deep voice trembled slightly, and the whole person felt more as if he had been hit, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.

"Brother Han, the dishes have been washed" At this moment, the little scholar who was covered in water pushed the door in and said to Han Miao.

"Okay, okay, the girl will sit down first, I'll cook, you're running all the way, I'm afraid you're hungry," Han Miao smiled reluctantly after stabilizing his figure.

"No, I know it's good that you live here, it's not too early, I have to go back to the palace first, I still have some important things, I'll come back to you in two days" Zhu Yifei smiled, looking at his face was not good, I was afraid that it was cold, and it was inconvenient to disturb it anymore, so he pushed the door and walked out.

"Girl, uh, no, fairy concubine, grass people......"

Seeing Han Miao chasing him out, it seemed that he had something to say, Zhu Yifei hurriedly interrupted him and said: "There will be a reunion in the future, your face is not good, you have to take care of yourself, you don't need to send it, I know the road" After saying that, he blinked, pushed open the courtyard door, and stepped out.

Han Miao watched the slender white figure disappear from view in an instant, and after being stunned for a moment, he said to the little boy in a daze: "Don't prepare, heat up yesterday's leftovers."