This cloak belonged to Song Jin, and Jingshu had no reason to run out in a panic with this dress, looking like a thief. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and bumped into He Mengyao very coincidentally.

All this was too coincidental, so she had to suspect that someone had deliberately cleaned up this turmoil.

Li Ruoyan walked to the mahogany chair by the window and sat down, the sunlight through the carved window screen fell on her white face, and her smile was also dyed with sunshine, just like the woman from Shuimu Qinghua back then, and said, "This can't be hidden from you." When did you find out?"

Puyu smiled and said, "It's probably when the queen goes to invite the emperor." At that time, Ruoyan's whole person was a little panicked, until she heard that she was going to invite the emperor, she was a little calm, and even a faint glimmer of imperceptible light crossed her eyes, and her body was a little relaxed. So much so that Puyu is even more sure of what she thinks.

Ruoyan casually folded a branch of apricot blossoms that were blooming red, held it in his hand, and played with it carefully, as if he had no intention of saying: "Yu'er, I just want us to live in peace, then He Mengyao must not be able to stay." If you don't get rid of her today, it will be even more difficult to deal with in the future, and it will become a big problem for your henchmen. ”

Puyu smiled and didn't answer. He Mengyao suffered such a big loss, she would not be convinced. Ruoyan underestimated He Mengyao too much after all.

Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, but only the spring breeze blows and grows.

The spring night is gradually deepening, the moon is hanging in the sky, the light moon is veiled, as if wrapped in a layer of mist like smoke in the early morning of autumn, the apricot blossoms squeezed next to each other in the branches are shadowed in the soft moonlight such as the level, the fragrance of apricot blossoms, floating in this hazy spring night, surrounding, as if there is nothing.

The spring color in March, the fragrance of the world, really lives up to its name, and even the deep spring night is also deep. Pu Yu stood in front of the door, letting the night breeze blow her cheeks, and brushing her long hair back, but her heart was as calm and soft as moonlight.

Emei smiled today, and said nothing; The lotus step is moving now, waiting to stop and want to go.

Song Jin had just arrived in front of the Pure Jade Pavilion, and what he saw was such a gentle beauty like the mountains and rivers of the south of the Yangtze River.

The light and dark colors of the light moon fell on her shoulders, and she stood in front of the door like a spring smoke willow in a light blue skirt, her skirt fluttered in the night wind, the lantern in her hand swayed gently, and the candlelight swayed.

He stepped forward and took the lantern in Puyu's hand, holding the lantern in one hand and Puyu's hand in the other, and walked towards the hall, his voice dyed the coolness of the night: "It's late at night, why is the wind blowing here?" ”

The moonlight printed the figures of the two upside down on the bluestone road under her feet, holding hands together, walking side by side, she bent her eyebrows, and said softly: "The concubine is waiting for the emperor." ”

Xu Jing, who was silently following behind the two, could slow down when he heard this. Concubine Pu is affectionate to the emperor, and suddenly feels sorry for this gentle woman.

The emperor is the king above ten thousand people, and everything must take care of the world, so that there are many things but helpless, and many troubles linger in the body, such as rain and dew are stained with the six palaces of fandel.

Xu Jing raised his head to look at them walking in front, only to see the emperor's footsteps stopped, turned around, lowered his head and met her eyes, and his voice was gentle: "The night is cold and heavy, wait for me in the house next time." ”

She nodded and smiled, smiling gently, and then the emperor entered the house together to appreciate her new work yesterday - "Spring Peach Blossoms". The emperor looked very seriously, sometimes pointing to the scroll and commenting softly, while she sat on the mahogany chair, looked up at the emperor and smiled smartly.

Xu Jing deeply felt that although she was so transparent, she was very unsuitable for the court, and was more suitable for living a leisurely and poetic life, and she should live as freely as a wild crane.

Her smile was as gentle as her person, and Xu Jing suddenly recalled the smile of a beautiful and bright woman and what he said to her yesterday, and felt a pang of regret in her heart.

Xu Jing retreated outside, closed the door for the two of them, and stood quietly on the stone steps at the door, looking at the hazy moonlight. Maybe it was too long, and he forgot the existence of that bright and beautiful woman, he forgot, but the emperor may not want to forget.

Song Jin suddenly reached out and pulled her up, hugged her from behind, rested her head on her shoulder, looked at the painting with surprise in her eyes, and asked gently: "Wait until I wait so late and see me, don't say a word, just show me this painting?" ”

Puyu leaned back into her arms, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and said with a smile: "The concubine has finished speaking to the emperor." ”

She wants to talk in the painting, he is a person who understands painting.

The teacher once said that she seemed to be born to paint, and her paintings could express her thoughts more accurately than her words. She had thought that if one day she reached the point where she couldn't speak, she would show it by painting, but she never thought it would come so quickly.

Song Jin smiled: "What if I can't read it?" Isn't your painting a waste? "In this world, she may be the only one who will use the picture scroll to interpret the gratitude in her heart, and only then can she use the brush to vividly paint what she thinks in her heart.

"Won't"

What she showed him was not a landscape painting with a deep atmosphere, but the first encounter he had with her in the peach blossoms.

She stood under a peach blossom tree and squinted to enjoy the peach blossom cake he brought, and he stood in front of the bluestone table in white with his hands in his hands, smiling.

Every time he gave her what she needed, the first peach blossom cake, and then the night pearl of the South China Sea, and Ruoyan, she thanked him for his considerate care.

Puyu smiled: "I know you know." ”

She knew he would. He was the teacher's protégé, he was more proficient than her, and she never had to worry that he couldn't read it.

The simple and clean lines are outlined, and the simple color rendering is like a person, presenting a gentle and calm atmosphere. Song Jin recalled the appearance of her first painting, her long hair was curled into a flying fairy bun, fixed only with a peach hairpin, wearing a lotus blue Luo skirt, a milky white belt tied around her waist, a slender body, a thin willow waist, dignified and ladylike, and delicate and elegant.

When I first saw her, I was attracted by her painting skills, and then I found that she was obviously gentle like the landscape of the south of the Yangtze River but smart and transparent like a little fox, so he couldn't help but get close again and again.