"Mother, what do you want this painting for?"

Jiang Yuan walked into Mrs. Lang's room with the painting, and instead of handing it over, he looked at Mrs. Lang in his hand and asked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Open it and take a look."

Mrs. Lang didn't plan to reach out to ask for his paintings, the real people have seen them, do they still care about this old painting?

Although Jiang Yuan had doubts in his heart, he opened the picture scroll according to his obedience, and more than ten years have passed, even if he used the best silk silk and the best danqing, after so many bumpy treks, he also had a slightly stale feeling, but it made people feel more and more heavy.

Jiang Yuan opened the scroll and glanced at the child in the ink and blue, as if the years had precipitated, her smiling face was forever engraved in that moment, as if all the hardships in the future had nothing to do with her.

In fact, Jiang Yuan couldn't say why, why he liked this picture so much at first sight, it was just a painting, there was only one little girl on it, there was nothing unusual.

If you really want to say that there is something strange, then it is that the little girl in the painting is the only daughter of the prince, the most beloved granddaughter of the emperor today, and there is an inscription written by the emperor himself, but that's it.

Jiang Yuan couldn't tell why he liked this painting, he was reluctant to throw it away after the war, and he found a secret hiding place to hide it every time he went to a place, even his mother couldn't touch it.

Later, Jiang Yuan seemed to have figured it out, he liked the little girl in the painting, if there was no slaughter of the palace and no usurpation that year, she would have been sixteen, it was the age of flowers, the time to get married.

"And then?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at the little girl in the painting, then raised his head to look at Mrs. Lang and asked.

Mrs. Lang pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed, and laughed louder and louder.

"I used to think it was strange, you haven't seen this girl, why do you like it so much, a broken painting is worth your collection for so many years."

"What do you want to say?"

Jiang Yuan knew that his mother had always hated this picture, but in fact, the reason was very simple, after so many years, his mother was still resentful of being exiled to the city, from a pampered eldest princess to a prisoner with a charge, not everyone could accept it.

But his mother could not be said innocent.

The eldest princess was much older than the prince, and when she got married, the prince was still a half-old child, and the eldest princess married the most powerful man at that time, which can be described as a glorious time.

But the powerful man is not a smart man, and he is not smart, but he has a greedy heart.

The eldest princess did not know about it, and if she knew, she would never agree.

As I said before, the horse master is not a smart person, although there is Zan Tianqing behind the instructions, but it is still difficult to succeed after all, and the idea of seeking a dynasty to usurp the throne has been punctured, but Zan Tianqing is a smart person, he knows how to protect himself wisely, and he retreats in this catastrophe.

Committing such a crime was supposed to be executed, but the queen was reluctant to give up her daughter, and begged to leave her daughter's life, which happened to be the time when the eldest princess was pregnant and could not let the unborn child lose her father, and finally the monarch of the Great Jin Dynasty still made concessions.

The eldest princess's family of sinners were exiled to the city, and they could not leave that place for eternity and eternity, and once they were discovered, they would be killed.

Therefore, the picture scroll sent by someone is an eternal thorn in the heart for the eldest princess.

Originally, her son, even if his status was not as good as that of a noble princess, was definitely not low.

Now that she has become the son of a sinner, how can she swallow this breath in her heart.

The most hateful thing is that her son can't stop thinking about that portrait and keeps it like a treasure.

"I like it to be my business, it has nothing to do with my mother, now it's not about the portrait, it's about Qingzhi, please give an explanation to my mother."

Jiang Yuan put away the scroll, carefully put it aside, looked at Mrs. Lang and said.

Don't think that you can use a painting to open his topic, it's impossible, Qing Zhi's ugly face just now has always been in his mind, if this person wasn't his mother, it would have been impossible to speak so calmly now.

Mrs. Lang looked at his tense face and laughed.

"Look at your nervous appearance, don't you even like a lowly girl?"

Mrs. Lang's speech has always been prickly, and it is absolutely impossible for nice words to come out of her mouth.

"Qingzhi can't be judged by you."

Jiang Yuan has actually been tired of his mother for a long time, he used to be fine, at most it was just a broken thought, but since he fled in a panic in Yaoyi, he has become more and more crazy, his condition is good and bad, and no matter how ugly he is, he can say it.

Jiang Yuan knew that his mother was also a poor person, so in many cases, as long as the bottom line was not involved, she could say whatever she wanted.

But now it seems that Qingzhi has become his bottom line.

"Can't help but let me judge?"

Mrs. Lang raised her eyebrows and said unceremoniously: "I can't help but evaluate, Yuan'er, let me tell you, there is no one in the world who is more qualified to evaluate her than me." ”

As Qingzhi's aunt, Mrs. Lang naturally has this confidence.

"That's it, I don't want to talk to you about this, but mother, let me tell you, don't touch Qingzhi, and don't plan to let Uncle Qin do anything, if I let me know, I won't just give up."

For many years, thinking that his mother's condition was good and bad, Jiang Yuan has always been accommodating, whether he likes it or hates it, he has always been about it.

But suddenly, because of Qingzhi, he didn't want to give up.

Liking is not a thing that can be said clearly, once you like it, you like it, it has nothing to do with age, it has nothing to do with identity, and it has nothing to do with everything.

It's like Jiang Yuan liked that painting when he was a child, and now he likes Qingzhi too, it's all unreasonable.

Mrs. Lang watched Jiang Yuan put away the scroll, and then walked out without looking back, and the smile on her face disappeared in an instant.

What a debt of iniquity.

It's like an unavoidable disaster, a picture scroll when she was a child, and now a real person, who hasn't even revealed her identity, can actually attract her son.

The more I think about it, the less angry I become.

Since ancient times, it has been normal for cousins to get married, but now it's different.

Qingzhi is no longer the high-ranking princess she was back then, but the mud that serves others, how can this identity be worthy of her son, this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen.

Although Jiang Yuan said that he couldn't interfere, as a mother, he couldn't stand idly by.

(To be continued.) )