Tonight, she is like a high-flying kite, because of the red line, she can only linger here, until the red line is broken, she will follow the wind far away, without stopping. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His heart skipped a beat, and he was a little flustered.

If there is someone in the palace who she loves, she should not be willing to leave. After all, she is a lover.

He knew that she liked to listen to the rain, liked sweets, loved painting and peach blossoms, and he had seen her copy peach blossoms, only then the calm eyes of the past would shine with a little sparkle and flow with joy.

He combed his five fingers and her long hair, and invited softly: "Yu'er, are you willing to learn painting art with me tomorrow?" ”

Puyu nodded happily, willingly.

Since seeing his paintings at the teacher's place that day, his paintings have taken root in her heart and she will never forget them, and she often looks forward to seeing his other paintings one day.

But as the king of a country, how could he hear the inner expectations of a commoner.

Fate sometimes has to happen, and there is no time in fate to force it. She is unwilling to force what she can't wait, she deliberately puts this inner expectation in the depths of her heart and does not touch it. It wasn't until she entered the palace that she put it back in her heart, but during this year, he often admired her paintings, but never did it himself, she was slightly disappointed in her heart, but she was helpless.

He's the emperor, she can't threaten him, let alone make him paint with calculations?

At this moment, he would take the initiative to mention it, how could she not want to?

Song Jin stroked the top of her hair with her hand: "How can you be happy just by drawing a picture?" ”

Nowadays, his paintings are no longer simple paintings over the years, but have long become a long-cherished wish of his youth, and he once thought that he could not complete it.

Once she was like a little fox who was greedy for a bunch of sweet grapes, because her body was too small to pick, wait, wait, and finally grew up, but unfortunately she still couldn't pick the grapes, the little fox could only give up, and now this bunch of grapes actually fell to the fox's feet, even if the fox waited stupidly, he would inevitably pick it up happily.

Besides, she is not stupid, how can she not be happy.

Puyu smiled in his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were full of warmth, and the landscape was gentle: "It is an honor for the concubine to be able to learn painting skills with the emperor." ”

Song Jin smiled and said softly: "It's late at night, go to bed." ”

Perhaps thinking that he was in a good mood tonight, he was particularly happy this night, and only let go of her when the sky was slightly white, and fell asleep aside.

He put his hands around her waist domineeringly, and the two slept opposite each other, she was not used to this sleeping position, she couldn't sleep.

After staring at the candle in the room for a long time, his eyes finally fell on his handsome face.

The facial features are as clear as a carving, the curls of the eyes are curled and a line of shadow falls under the candlelight, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the skin is fair and delicate like porcelain.

He...... It's really good-looking.

Unconsciously, fingers took the place of her gaze and caressed his face. Last night she had a moment to think that he might be able to give her a life of affection.

The power is high, and it must be a heavy responsibility, and it will remain unchanged for eternity. The emperor above 10,000 people, who is born in the world, how can he be so poor that he only loves one person in his life.

Even Concubine Zhen, who achieved a good story with the first emperor, failed to succeed, how many people in the world can succeed?

She had read the annals of the palace, and there were few words about this legendary woman in the book. Concubine Zhen and the first emperor are childhood sweethearts, entered the palace at the age of fifteen, crowned the six palaces, and were first established as concubines, giving the title Zhen.

A lifetime of love. The first emperor loved Zhen Guifei to the bone, and the ending was that the beauty died after all, and the first emperor still had warm nephrite in his arms.

Suddenly, he opened his inky black pupils, and his voice was a little lazy: "Why are you so engrossed?" ”

She abruptly withdrew the hand that was still on his forehead, shook her head and smiled, "I can't sleep, I'm just thinking nonsense." ”

"Rest well, don't think about it." He put the brocade quilt on top of her, sat up with his hands on the side of the bed, and she got up to serve, and he smiled and stuffed it back into the quilt, "You were tired last night, and you haven't slept all night, so you don't have to get up to serve." ”

As soon as he woke up, he immediately saw the thick dark circles under her eyes, and his heart moved.

The first time he slept with him, he noticed that she was recognizing her bed and could no longer sleep in his bed, even though she deliberately pretended to be asleep. So after that, he had been sleeping with her in the Pure Jade Pavilion, but unfortunately, even so, she still couldn't sleep peacefully.

He doesn't come and thinks about her, and he comes and tires her.

After Song Jin finished freshening up, she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, leaned over and kissed her cheek, and said with a smile: "When you go to the Peach Blossom Forest today, by the way, you can also help me bring a paper and a sharpener, I may arrive later, you don't have to go too early." She was shy, blushing and nodding in agreement.

She didn't sleep last night, and she's going to say hello again.

His favor had already brought her sideways attention, and if he had spared her today, it would only cause more unnecessary trouble.

And she has always been a person who will not be late, after saying goodbye, it is estimated that she will go straight to the peach blossom forest, and there is no time to rest. He wanted to cancel the contest and let her rest, and recalled the way she smiled last night when she heard about the competition with him.

Come to think of it, delay is the best way.