The sun is shining today. Qing'er, the moon slave dried the flower tea in the courtyard, and by the way, picked out some of the flower tea that had been moldy on a rainy day before.

I saw Gonggong Chen hurrying over.

Qing'er, the moon slave saluted, "The slave and maid see Gonggong Chen, I don't know what Gonggong Chen has to say here?" ”

Gonggong Chen said: "The day after tomorrow is the queen's birthday, and the ministers will be invited to a banquet, you must prepare the relevant tea banquet matters in advance, you know?" Now is the time to get started. Don't make any mistakes, otherwise, none of us can afford it, understand? ”

"Yes!"

Qing'er, the moon slave saluted.

Chen Gonggong turned and left.

"Grandpa Chen, let's go!"

Qing'er, the moon slave saluted.

Qing'er just raised her head when she saw a maid coming.

"Which of you is a young girl?"

The maid asked.

Qing'er nodded, "The slave is!" I don't know if the girl is the master's maid, what is the matter with finding a slave? ”

"My name is Xiaochan, and I am Princess Rouran's personal maid, and the princess asked Miss Qing'er to come over to talk about it."

The maid said.

Qing'er wondered, why did Princess Rouran look for herself, I don't know what it is?

Qing'er stepped forward, "Please Miss Xiaochan to lead the way." ”

Qing'er turned to the moon slave and said, "I'll go back as soon as I go, and the moon slave girl will prepare first." ”

Yuenu said: "Miss Qing'er, go, be careful!" ”

Qing'er nodded and followed Xiaochan to see Princess Rouran.

Along the way, I was nervous.

Before Qing'er walked in the door, Princess Rouran greeted her from afar, "Qing'er, you're here!" Come on in! ”

Qing'er muttered in her heart, is this the princess's style?

is so enthusiastic and active, saying that it has a heart, but it is even more simple and simple.

Qing'er saluted, "Slave and maid see the princess!" ”

Princess Rouran smiled innocently and simply, gently grabbed Qing'er's hand, and pulled her up, "Come, come here, I'll show you something." ”

After saying that, with a sweet smile, the light figure walked inside.

Qing'er's face was full of surprise, and she felt that the princess was very strange, so she stood in place and did not move.

"Come here. What's wrong with you? ”

Princess Rouran called Qing'er.

Qing'er walked over slowly, only to see that the princess was carefully opening the juan cloth on the table, as if there was something on it, and when she got closer, it turned out to be ink daffodils.

Unconsciously, Qing'er has long been attracted by the daffodils in the painting, "splashing ink with a degree, and the brushwork is strong and powerful; The verdant and rich leaves, dotted with white flowers, are dotted among them; Daffodils are fattened by water, and their bones are full of pure beauty that is not stained by mortal dust; The whole painting is cleverly conceived and intricately arranged; If it is not for the painter's heart yearning, loving, and respecting, it is rare to find its wonderful essence, and it is the painter's love that gives it endless vitality. ”

Qing'er seemed to stay there, reluctant to take her eyes off the painting on the silk.

Princess Rouran quietly looked at the daffodils on the silk painting, quietly listened to Qing'er's comments, and finally, Rouran smiled purely, "I knew you understood it, before, I never let others appreciate my silk paintings, just because, I don't want others to see them." But, the moment I met you, I knew you understood it. ”

Qing'er saluted, "Thank you for your love!" How dare a slave or maid be? ”

"Qing'er, I like you, I trust you, the first time I saw you, I felt that you were different from other slaves, you waited for ......"

Princess Rouran said, bent down, opened the cabinet, took out a lot of silk paintings from the cabinet, carefully, like a treasure, a roll slowly opened, the silk cloth displayed in front of Qing'er is the same daffodil, but from the color of the silk ink, obviously not painted together, some are closer, some are farther away, the farther brushwork is a little stiff, the more recent the brushwork is more free, strong and powerful, but from the style can be seen to be a person's painting, It's just that none of these silk paintings have the artist's seal on them.

"Why does the princess treasure so many paintings of daffodils, and does the princess like daffodils very much?"

Qing'er asked in surprise.

Princess Rouran was admiring the painting with all her heart, as if she was falling into sweet memories, with a fresh smile, "Qing'er, do you know? When I was eight years old, he gave me my first daffodil painting, and since then, every year on my birthday, he paints a daffodil for me, you see this is when I was eight years old, this is when I was nine years old, this is when I was twelve years old, and the first one you see is one that he gave me on my thirteenth birthday, just after my thirteenth birthday. You see I received a total of seven paintings. At first, I didn't think much of it when I received the scroll, but gradually, I felt that every time I received the scroll, I felt very happy and beautiful. ”

"Then he must like to paint daffodils, it can be said that he is in love with the depths."

Qing'er said unconsciously.

"I don't know if he likes daffodils or not, but he once said that when he first saw me, he wanted to draw a daffodil for me. However, when I asked him why, he would not say. Na Qing'er, do you know why? ”

Princess Rouran said quietly, like a serious child.

Unconsciously felt that Qing'er blurted out, "What he wants to say has been written into the painting." ”

Princess Rouran stared at the album seriously for a while, blinked her big innocent eyes, looked at Qing'er, and said, "I can't see it." ”

Qing'er looked at Princess Rouran quietly, and intuitively told herself that the Princess Rouran in front of her was really a beautiful princess.

"That Qing'er, do you know how to keep the appearance?"

Princess Rouran said inexplicably.

"Looks?"

Qing'er replied inexplicably.

Princess Rouran's innocent big eyes said quietly, "Changxiang Shou is just like Yan Danqing said, like two sycamore trees standing side by side, root to root, branches and leaves cover each other for the rest of the year, like mandarin ducks and waterbirds, if one waterfowl dies, the other will not live alone, it is the kind that comes in pairs until death, do you understand?" ”

"'Sycamore treats each other old, and the mandarin duck will die.'" ”

"That's it, you know it! You've heard of it too, haven't you? If I had known, I wouldn't have explained so much. ”

Princess Rouran said in surprise, as if she had found a bosom friend.

Qing'er smiled and nodded, "The slave maid also heard about it not long ago, and I didn't care about it at the time, but today the princess mentioned it, and the slave maid suddenly thought of such a sentence." ”

"I feel that you know more than me, you know everything, but I don't understand, before, whenever I asked my mother when I had a problem, the queen mother always said, 'Girl, you don't need to know too much, don't ask too much, it's good for yourself', and then I didn't ask. However, it will be fine in the future, and if I have something, I will ask you to share it with me. ”

Princess Rouran said quietly.

Qing'er saluted, "The slave obeys the princess's orders!" ”

Qing'er could finally conclude that these daffodils were painted by the court painter Yan Danqing.

thought that the two of them were just violating the palace rules and doing a bad thing, but it turned out to be two poor hard-working mandarin ducks.

If she hadn't seen the painting with her own eyes, Qing'er herself would never have imagined that this dark and dirty forbidden place of the palace would also have a love as pure and untouched as daffodils.

It's just, I don't know, can this palace accommodate their love?

What would happen to them if the day came when Heaven cruelly separated them?

The princess Rouran in front of her has already fallen in love, but the person concerned feels too ignorant and doesn't understand it very well.