Seeing the picture of fallen leaves taken by Xiao Luzi, Zeng Rong was speechless.

Except that it is not colored, the picture of fallen leaves in front of me is too similar to the one painted by Zeng Rong, whether it is the trunk, the shape of the tree, or the large circle composed of fallen leaves on the ground, and even the leaves flying in the air.

"Who drew this?" Zeng Rong asked while looking at the payment, she had never heard of the name on it.

"This is what my mother painted." After Zhu Heng finished speaking, he remembered something again, "I heard Aunt Qin say, you also like Yi'an Jushi?" ”

"What do you think? Don't you think I was born to your mother? I like Yi'an Jushi, but I discussed this matter with Aunt Qin, she said that my views are far from your mother's, I appreciate Yi'an Jushi's boldness and freedom more, although most of her poems after the southern crossing are known for their sadness and misery, but her strength and open-mindedness in her bones are stronger than ordinary men, her life is worth it, and she has experienced everything. Zeng Rong remembered that he and Qin Chuxue once had a conversation about Li Qingzhao.

At that time, Qin Chuxue also suspected that Zeng Rong was the reincarnation of the first queen, until Zeng Rong said her opinion, she felt that the two were very different, one saw strength and open-mindedness from Li Qingzhao, and the other saw sadness and misery, therefore, Zeng Rong's face always had a warm smile, while her master often lived in tears.

As soon as Zeng Rong explained this, Zhu Heng was also relieved and said with a smile: "That's true." But the two of you do have a lot of similarities, both are very kind, upright and compassionate, and both like Yi'an Jushi, and this painting, by the way, you haven't told me yet, where did you see this ginkgo tree? ”

"Ancient temples in the eastern suburbs." As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Rong regretted it.

When she entered Beijing, she didn't wait for the ginkgo biloba leaves to turn yellow before entering the palace, how could she have the opportunity to go to the eastern suburbs?

But the words have been spoken, and it is impossible to take it back.

Sure enough, Zhu Heng was also surprised, and asked casually: "The ancient temple in the eastern suburbs, when have you been there?" ”

Zeng Rong couldn't answer this casually.

You can't say that you dreamed about it, right?

"I heard it mentioned in the splendid workshop before, I heard that the Bodhisattva there is very effective, I went to worship before entering the palace, but the leaves were not completely yellow at that time, I also heard the little master there say that every year when the ginkgo biloba leaves are yellow, there will be many donors to go to watch the scenery, and even the incense with the temple is also a lot stronger." Zeng Rong had no choice but to talk nonsense.

"So, the understanding between the two of us is really providential?" Zhu Heng smiled when he heard Zeng Rong go to worship the Buddha.

Providence?

Zeng Rong once again lowered his head to study the painting of the first queen, and looked at it carefully, the other party's skills were stronger than hers, although the two paintings were painted with the same tree, and the layout and angle were also similar, but the other party's lines were smooth, the pen was light, and the picture did not have a sense of stacking.

This coincidence, it's really ...

At the beginning, she relied on the evaluation of Li Qingzhao's song to enter Qin Chuxue's eyes, which led to the subsequent contacts, but she didn't expect that today she exchanged Zhu Heng's "providence" for a similar painting.

It turns out that in the dark, there is a better arrangement.

However, it seems a little early to say this, after all, neither of them can control their own destiny, and the future depends on the emperor.

"By the way, there is one more thing, this is the content of the court meeting that I have recorded in the past three days, which contains the recent major events between the DPRK and China, as well as the debates of the ministers, you read it carefully, and I will take it back in a while." Zeng Rong picked up the book and handed it to Zhu Heng.

"This, this can be read?" Zhu Heng took the book and didn't open it.

He remembered that the last time he inadvertently flipped through the content recorded by Zeng Rong when he was on duty, Zeng Rong not only reprimanded him, but also quickly took the book away, saying that it was not in accordance with the rules and violated her morality.

It's only been a long time, and this transformation is too obvious, right?

"This time is different, I was a female historian before, and even the emperor couldn't read the copywriting recorded. But this time I didn't go to listen to the court as a historian, but as the emperor's attendant to help him record something for him to consult. In other words, these things are for the emperor to see, and the previous copywriting is left for future generations to judge, and there is an essential difference between the two. Zeng Rong said.

The emperor knew her relationship with Zhu Heng and asked her to listen to the court, making it clear that she wanted to transfer the content of the court meeting to Zhu Heng through her, and she couldn't live up to the emperor's kindness.

Moreover, although she had not read the copywriting for Zhu Heng when she was a female historian before, she would talk to Zhu Heng every time there was any major event in the court and politics, and she also popularized the conduct and talents of these officials she knew to Zhu Heng.

She didn't believe that the emperor would not know this, otherwise, the emperor would not have ordered her to persuade Zhu Heng to come forward to persuade Qian Yi.

That being the case, it shows that the emperor acquiesced in her and Zhu Heng's "dark Chen Cang", so what did she hesitate about?

"Poof." Zhu Heng smiled again, he remembered his father's evaluation of Zeng Rong, he had a lot of words, he dared to say it, it was true.

"What are you laughing at?" Zeng Rong glared at the other party, daring her to her heart in vain.

"It's nothing, don't worry, I'll just see, if there's anything I don't understand, you teach me." Zhu Heng dragged Zeng Rong, who wanted to leave.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to adjust the colors and finish this painting." Zeng Rong said.

Zhu Heng let go of her.

So, one concentrated on painting, the other concentrated on reading, and after a while, it got dark, Xiao Haizi came in and lit a few candles for the two, and went out lightly.

In the hall outside, Ah Mei and Ah Chun hit it off at first sight, the two are of the same age, and they both grew up in the alleys of the capital, and they have a lot of common topics.

However, it may be different from the master, Ah Mei is more lively, Ah Chun has been an errand boy in Qianning Palace for many years, and he has long developed the habit of being cautious in his words and deeds.

Therefore, their common topic is limited to outside the palace, and all rumors involving the palace masters in the palace, Ah Chun avoids talking about them.

After being tested twice, Amei didn't go to the wall, turned the topic to Zeng Rong, and asked about Zeng Rong's daily life, Amei knew that Zeng Rong went to Wuying Hall and became the emperor's "foreign historian".

asked if this errand was more beautiful than that of a female historian, Amei said that it was false not to envy, the two were obviously from the same background, and they entered the palace at the same time, but in the end, the gap between the two became bigger and bigger.

One has become the treasure in the hands of the emperor and the second prince, but the other is still spinning in place, and even if she humbly wants to stay by the second prince's side and be a concubine, she can't.

This can't be from Zhu Heng, but from Zeng Rong, how can this make her embarrassed?

Ah Chun was mixed up in Qianning Palace, and when she saw Ah Mei talking and talking, she became depressed, thinking of the topic that the two were chatting about, the smart Ah Chun guessed some of Ah Mei's thoughts, but she couldn't persuade her.