"Child, I'm afraid I won't be able to. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info can you come back...... Whether it's for Chen'er or for me, I'm happy. I can still see you again before I live, I am also content, this time, I have something to give to you, fortunately you came, otherwise, I am afraid that I will be brought into the mausoleum......" He closed his eyes and shook his head, "I can't take it, I can't bring it, let her accompany me in the mausoleum where the light of day will not be wronged?" ”

He opened his eyes and looked at Gonggong Wan, "Wan Ming'an." ”

"The old slave is here."

"You...... Go get it. ”

"What the king said, but the painting?"

"Hmm."

Wan Ming'an and Tang Guxi glanced at each other, neither of them said anything, he retreated to the corner, took out the scroll again in the place where he had just put the painting, and returned to the couch.

"Turn it on."

Wan Ming'an listened to the instructions and unfolded the painting in front of Tang Guxi again.

The king patted Tang Guxi's arm with his hand and said with difficulty: "Girl, you ...... You see, that's your mother. ”

Tang Guxi lowered his head slightly, not daring to say that he had already seen it, nor did he dare to say that he was afraid to look at his mother's portrait. At this moment, an indescribable emotion blocked her heart, making her unable to raise her head for a long time.

In front of him is a portrait of his biological mother, Queen Qiuci...... Why don't you dare to look at it?

She asked herself, but received no answer.

"Girl." Seeing this, Wan Mingan reminded her.

Tang Guxi shook his head slowly, his gaze moved from the floor to mid-air, and finally fell on the long picture scroll that Gonggong Wan respectfully held.

His eyes were covered by a brilliant light, and in an instant, he was dazzling and scorching. The painting shows a woman smiling and smiling, with a pink face with spring, a gorgeous fox fur wrapped around a slender figure, a golden hairpin and jade hairpin on her head, and a crystal step, dazzling. In the corners of the four corners of the picture scroll, there are all kinds of flowers and plants competing for beauty, which are dotted with powder, and the colorful butterflies are flying on it, and the fragrance jumps out of the paper and comes to the nose. Although the flowers are prosperous, the color and ink are sparse, far less than the thick ink and heavy color of the middle figure, in contrast, the whole picture is dark, the main and secondary are clear, and it does not suppress the elegance of the woman in front of it.

"You must wonder why she looks like this...... the king stared at the woman in the painting, and suddenly his face glowed, "In the first place, she lived in my mansion, and she would not have dressed so eye-catchingly." This painting was painted for her by someone who went to the Nanguo Palace to paint ......"

Seeing that Tang Guxi was still puzzled, Gonggong Wan took over the conversation, "At that time, it had been four or five years since Queen Qiuci returned to China. The king still thought about it day and night, and it was unforgettable, so he ordered that he should search for a strange painter throughout the country, and send him to the south to paint a portrait of Queen Qiuci in the palace on her birthday. ”

Gonggong Wan took a deep breath, "It is naturally difficult to enter the palace, the painter took great pains in the southern capital to attract the attention of the Ministry of Rites, and because his painting work is indeed wonderful, he was finally summoned to the palace." On the Queen's birthday, he painted it. ”

"But, the Great ...... How could my father, the king, let him bring this painting out? Tang Guxi was puzzled.

The king smiled faintly and said, "Wan Ming'an is wrong...... Your father, naturally, refused to let the painter bring out this painting, but don't forget, the painter is the person with the deepest attainment in my Liangyu painter, he has seen it once, how can he not paint it? What's more, it's a ...... that has already been drawn once."

Tang Guxi suddenly realized that this painting was not the first painting, but the second painting painted again by the painter after returning to China.

The king's heart for his mother is so unswerving.

"That's ......," she frowned, pointing to the lower left corner of the scroll, where there seemed to be a few lines of illegible small print.

Gonggong Wan took a step closer and moved the scroll to Tanggu Creek.

"It was inscribed by the king himself." He looked down and saw where she was pointing.

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. Tang Guxi frowned slightly, his eyes condensed, and muttered.

"Yes, it's the poem "Red Beans" by Wang Maha." Wan Gonggong said with a smile, "When Miss Qiuci left the mansion, the king inscribed this poem as a farewell to her. It's a pity that when Miss Qiuci was young, when she saw the king's intentions from the poem, she panicked for a while, dropped the poem without saying a word, got into the carriage, and left in a hurry. Now that I think about it, it's a bit of fun, and even when the king talks about it to the old slave, he still smiles heartily......"

Tang Guxi's face was dull, and his body became stiff little by little.

……

"You remember this well." The king smiled faintly and glared at his father-in-law with disgust, "Qiu Ci is the young lady of the princely family, even if she is free and easy, she is a boudoir daughter after all, she is knowledgeable and noble. Come to think of it, I was abrupt at the time...... must have scared her, otherwise, she would not have faced the letters and notes sent by me in the months before entering the palace, and did not reply once. ”

"The king is right, but maybe the young lady is not angry at all. The king thought about it, Miss Qiu was about to enter the palace at that time, if she still communicated with outsiders, wouldn't it be a violation of the rules? ”

"Yes, when I was young, I was indeed reckless and abrupt, and I didn't know how to be polite. This is just a conjecture between you and me, Qiu Ci didn't reply because of the rules and etiquette, nor did she reply because she was angry and shy, but because she had no intention of me, and it was natural for her not to reply. He let out a long sigh and looked back at the poem, "This evil relationship is my own after all, and I am just lovesick......

There was a heavy silence in the warm pavilion.

All three of them stared at the scroll in silence.

"The king knows," after a long time, Tang Guxi turned his head and looked at the king deeply, "What is Guxi's real name?" ”

Hearing this, the king slowly withdrew his gaze from the painting and cast it on her face, full of doubts, not knowing what she meant.

"The girl said...... The name of the princess of the southern kingdom? Wan Gonggong's eyes flickered, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he asked in a low voice.

Tang Guxi faced the king and nodded.

The king's eyes darkened slightly, staring at her haggard but determined cheeks, and his neck was lifted up and stretched forward, concentrating. There seems to be a vague sense that something different will happen.

"After Gu Xi was born, the name that my mother gave me, the name of the princess of the southern kingdom......" her tone was soft, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Yes...... Acacia, 'the most acacia of this thing', acacia. ”

Acacia, the "Acacia" in "This thing is the most acacia......

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. "Acacia......

Acacia, Luo Acacia.

……

“…… Just call her, Acacia. ”

“…… Yes, Queen's Mother. ”

……

After finishing speaking, Tang Guxi closed his eyes tightly, tilted his head slightly, and stopped the tears that were about to flow.

Gonggong Wan was stunned for a moment, and as soon as his hand was released, the scroll slid to the ground.

The king's eyes were hard open, his cheeks were red, his posture remained unchanged, he looked at Tang Guxi blankly, his eyes were full of tears again, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't speak. (To be continued.) )