Volume 3 Outer Edition 1 Silhouette

April of the thirteenth year of Zhaoli.

When the second prince Wang Hong was summoned to the imperial study, he saw his father, Wang Chi, the emperor of Nanzhao, standing in front of a screen painted with flowers and birds, and his body had not moved for a long time. Although the scenery on the screen was written by the master, Wang Hong could clearly see that all his father's attention at this time should be on the portrait of the woman pinned to the screen.

That's where his undivided attention is.

Before he could salute, Wang Hong's eyes glanced at the portrait from afar, and he couldn't help but call out two words: "Little sister? ”

Wang Chi, who was looking at the portrait in front of the screen, turned his head and bowed slightly.

As one of the few chamberlains in the palace who knows the mystery of this painting, he is already in his fifties, and because of his physical disability, he seems to be aging much faster than ordinary people, and when he saw the eyes cast by His Majesty Xià after turning his head, he didn't say anything, just bowed and saluted, and then retreated, closed the door, and stayed outside.

For this old slave of the Wang family, Wang Hong also expressed enough kindness, and after nodding, he saw that the door of the imperial study was closed, and then he turned around and walked to his father's side.

After the courtesy of the ministers, Wang Hong looked at the portrait of the woman nailed to the screen with a needle, and asked again with obvious affirmation in his tone: "This is the little sister?" ”

"Knowingly asked." Wang Chi smiled slightly, "How?" Regardless of my identity, what order do you think my painting function is in Kyoto? ”

"If you don't care about your identity,......" Wang Hong pondered for a moment, and finally said honestly: "You can be ranked outside the ten, within the twenty." ”

"Oh?" Wang Chi was a little surprised, originally he specially called his son over to appreciate his first painting, and he was a little proud in his heart, but he didn't expect the evaluation he got to be so face-shaping. After a moment of silence, he didn't get angry, but said with some disappointment: "I didn't expect the ranking to be so low." ”

"My father's daily routine is so busy, and the little leisure he has left for painting is already very good." Wang Hong spoke slowly, he was actually ready to slash his father's face just now, otherwise even with the identity of the prince, it would be impossible for him to speak calmly and bluntly, "If my father is like those master painters, he can practice for a few hours every day, of course, he can be famous." But my father had more important things to do than those painters, painting flowers and birds, and compared with state affairs, it was as light as cutting the corner of the window flower. ”

Wang Chi smiled again and nodded.

Taking advantage of this interest, Wang Hong immediately said: "Father, the son has something to ask for. ”

Wang Chi's expression was sluggish, and when he was in high spirits, he did not interfere with the speed of his mind in the slightest. He quickly saw through his son's intentions, and without much fuss, he said directly: "Take it if you want." ”

This time it was Wang Hong's turn to be stunned and said, "How does my father know ......?"

Wang Chi glanced sideways at his second son, and said with a smile: "Now there are only two of us father and son in the imperial study, if you really don't want it, what I said can be taken back." ”

Wang Hong hurriedly waved his hand: "I want it." ”

Wang Chi immediately took down the portrait and rolled it into a very thin strip, and then took a black bamboo drawing from the bookshelf and wrapped it on the outside of the portrait of the girl.

"This painting is not suitable for the imperial study, and there seems to be no other good place to put it aside except for you." Wang Chi handed the portrait to his son with one hand, "But in your place, it's best not to let your mother see it." ”

Wang Hong took the portrait, and his mind seemed to be moved, but in the end he just stopped talking for a while, and then replied respectfully: "Erchen takes the order." ”