Han Fei was in Gong's Mansion all morning, and Gong Jing, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, admired this cheap protégé very much, and the two talked very speculatively. At noon, Gong Jing specially entertained Han Fei in the form of a family banquet, which showed that he treated Han Fei as his own person thoroughly.

In fact, according to the etiquette of this era, after Han Fei and Gong Jing confirmed the protégé relationship, the two were branded with a master-apprentice relationship for life, that is, a natural ally.

In the afternoon, Han Fei took the excuse of having something at home and left the Gong Mansion. To be honest, he escaped from the Gong Mansion, he really couldn't stand all kinds of strange problems from Gong Xue, the young lady of the Gong family, the most important thing, he had seen some familiar meanings in Gong Xue's eyes, what he was most worried about now was emotional entanglement, how dare he provoke a young girl with a spring again?

Out of the Gong Mansion, there were no new tributes waiting outside the door, Han Fei glanced at it slightly, and then walked to his carriage.

"Brother Han—"

Han Fei looked up when he heard the sound, and saw that there was a carriage with many guards at the corner of the street, but next to it stood Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing. He hurriedly stepped forward, bowed down and saluted: "Weichen has seen the prince!" ”

"Congratulations to Brother Han for winning the examination!" Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing, smiled and arched his hand: "Brother Han deserves to be named Huiyuan, Xiao Wang is inconvenient to go to the Han Mansion to congratulate due to his identity, please forgive me!" ”

Han Fei understood what King Beijing meant, King Beijing has always given people the impression that he is not contaminated with political right and wrong, at this time, if he is demoted to the Han Mansion, he is suspected of winning over the new science and technology scholars. He hurriedly said: "What did the prince say, you sent someone to send a congratulatory gift, which is a great reward for Weichen, how dare you work for the prince to come in person?" If you leave a truth to the outside world because of this, it will be difficult for Weichen to feel at ease! ”

"Brother Han is Xiao Wang's confidant, but what ...... Alas, if Brother Han has nothing else to do, go and sit on the Little King's Mansion! ”

"Wechen obeys!"

Han Fei waved his hand to his carriage, and then boarded the carriage of Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing, and rushed to the palace of the king of Beijing in the same car.

Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing, brought Han Fei into the study and took out a few volumes of calligraphy and paintings for him to taste.

Han Fei could see that Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing, was extremely obsessed with the art of calligraphy and painting, and suddenly thought of a painting technique in later generations, and said: "Lord Wang, I don't know if you have heard of sketching techniques?" ”

"Sketch?" King Beijing was stunned for a moment, and said happily: "This is a new technique? Xiao Wang has never heard of it, and he asked Brother Han to explain it! ”

Han Fei pondered for a moment and said, "Lord Wang, you ask someone to prepare a charcoal pen, and Weichen will give you a demonstration, which is clearer than the explanation!" ”

King Beijing asked blankly, "What is charcoal?" ”

Han Fei knew that the king of Beijing was the prince, and he was afraid that he had never been to the kitchen at all, so instead of trying to explain, it was better to make a few in person, so he said: "The prince is a little later, Weichen will personally make a few charcoals!" ”

King Beijing was very interested in this novelty and followed Han Fei to the kitchen.

Han Fei instructed the people of the palace to find a few suitable pine branches, burn one end into charcoal, and then personally cut them into several charcoal pens of suitable thickness.

Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing, looked at the black pine branch in Han Fei's hand, and asked suspiciously, "Brother Han, can this paint?" ”

Facts speak louder than words, Han Fei smiled and didn't explain, and motioned for King Beijing to go back to the study, while thinking about what to draw in his mind. When he arrived at the study, he saw the elegant King of Beijing, and couldn't help but move in his heart, and said with a smile: "Lord Wang, please sit next to the bookcase, and Weichen will paint a portrait for you!" ”

King Beijing was full of doubts, and still sat next to the bookcase according to Han Fei's instructions.

Han Fei found a tablet to use as an easel, sandwiched a piece of rice paper on it, carefully observed the background of King Beijing and his side, and then picked up charcoal to quickly sketch. Half an hour later, he put down the charcoal pen and said with a smile: "Lord Wang, the painting has been completed, do you think Weichen's painting is somewhat similar?" ”

This painting is not only a little similar, it is simply vivid, the smart lines outline a realistic three-dimensional sense, and the vivid facial expressions seem to be a miniature version of the King of Beijing sitting on paper.

King Zhang Shuirong of Beijing opened his mouth wide and froze, and after a while, he said excitedly: "Brother Han, this is the sketch method?" This painting is like a living one, which is a wonderful technique! Brother Han quickly tell Xiao Wang about the mystery of this technique......"

At this time, a subordinate of the palace hurriedly came in to report: "Lord, a maid named Ling'er in Han Gongzi's Mansion is looking for Han Gongzi and saying that there is something urgent in Han Mansion!" ”

"Ling'er?"

Ling'er is forming a top-secret organization, the Purple Mansion, if it weren't for something big in the mansion, it would never alarm her. Han Fei was shocked, and hurriedly said to Zhang Shuirong, the king of Beijing: "Lord Wang, I'm afraid there is some accident in the mansion, Weichen will go back to deal with it first, and next time I will explain the sketching technique to the prince!" ”

King Beijing saw Han Fei's face change greatly, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, Brother Han should go back to the house, if there is a place where Xiao Wang is needed, send someone to inform him!" ”

"Thank you, Lord Wang, Weichen retires!"

Han Fei hurriedly walked out, rushed to the door of the house, and saw Ling'er, who was anxious and restless walking back and forth, and shouted: "Ling'er, what's going on at home?" ”

"Master, Miss Yushuang is sick!" Ling'er rushed to Han Fei and said hurriedly: "Miss Yushuang has a strange disease, it's been more than a month, she doesn't say a word, she doesn't think about eating, she is too thin, Mrs. and Aunt Gu have already sent Miss to the capital!" The slave is incompetent and can't diagnose anything wrong! ”

Han Fei's heart sank, Ling'er's medical skills were passed down by him, and he was very clever in this era, and she couldn't even check it, which showed that Yushuang's condition was very rare. He didn't ask any more questions, and quickly got in the car and went home.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Han Mansion, Han Fei jumped out of the carriage without waiting for the carriage to stop, rushed into the mansion, and ran to the backyard. Entering the backyard, he faintly heard Wang Ruolan's cry, and his mood was even more urgent, running faster, almost galloping.

Ling'er, who was following behind Han Fei, was stunned, she knew that Han Fei didn't know martial arts, but when did he have such a superb light skill?

"What's wrong with Frost?" As soon as Han Fei entered the flower hall, he shouted.

Wang Ruolan saw Han Fei, like a person about to drown, suddenly saw a life-saving driftwood, immediately hugged Han Yushuang, threw herself in front of Han Fei, and cried: "Master, the concubine should die, she didn't take good care of Shuang'er, Shuang'er ...... her"

When Han Fei saw Han Yushuang, who was drowsy and emaciated in Wang Ruolan's arms, his heart ached, and tears flowed out unconsciously. He hurriedly took Yushuang from Wang Ruolan's arms, put it on a soft couch, and carefully examined it before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, Shuang'er ......" Wang Ruolan, Liu Rusi, Gu Hengbo and Qingwen were all in tears, looking at Han Fei anxiously.

"Shuang'er is fine, Qingwen will go to the kitchen to fry a bowl of ginseng soup!" Han Fei picked up Yushuang again, patted her back gently, and called: "Shuang'er, Shuang'er, daddy's good baby, tell daddy if there is anything, daddy will protect you!" ”

Han Yushuang seemed to have received some kind of induction, slowly opened her eyes, stared at Han Fei for a while, and then looked bright, stretched out her hand and struggled to hug Han Fei's neck, crying: "Dad...... Frost misses you......"

(End of chapter)