Entering May, the wind blowing through Shengjing brought smoke, and the lotus in the imperial palace was playing with flowers, ready to go.

Zhao Yin wears a crown on his head, dressed in auspicious clothes, and sits majestically on the golden luan, Zhao Xixing spreads out the cicada Xuan grinding and opening the colored ink, and the lines outline the king of the Western Zhou Dynasty at the end of the pen.

"Like?" Zhao Yin thumped his waist and asked the East Palace where he painted.

"The posture of the father and the emperor is a true dragon, and the son must not describe one of them." Zhao Xixing stopped writing, got up, and said respectfully.

The words are very good, and the rules are also very gentlemanly.

Zhao Yin's eyes sank: "Everyone in the world praises Donggong Gongmin Duansu, the six arts of a gentleman, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of which are also refined." In short, a perfect person is worthy of the word saint...... Let the saint paint a portrait of me, and I have wronged you. ”

"Erchen doesn't dare! It is the luck of the sons and daughters to be able to depict the holy posture of their father and emperor in the pen Danqing, and they are proud of their ignorance! ”

Zhao Xixing knelt down with a plop, his head slammed on the gold brick ground, and his sleeves were spread out, without a trace of folds.

This incomprehensible demeanor fell into Zhao Yin's eyes, arousing a faint disgust.

This kind of behavior and response is exactly the same as that of the courtiers in the court, who are cautious of losing their heads, and they are exactly the same as the good words on the excerpts, and they boast about everything to the sky.

Polite, perfect, distant.

Zhao Yin felt a sullen breath, and his heart was stuffed, and he sneered: "The East Palace is always self-denying and courteous, which is admirable." ”

The sarcastic words made Zhao Xixing's face unnatural for a moment, but it was also extremely fast, and he regained his calm look and lowered his head to plead guilty.

"Erchen doesn't dare."

The man in front of him is the same as the person in the painting, so beautiful that he does not get dusty, but he does not smell of human beings at all.

Zhao Yin's anger buzzed to his head, and there was a dull pain in his chest, and the sweet smell came to his throat.

He swallowed as hard as he could, and subconsciously reached out, trying to summon the man who was kneeling ten paces away, and let him get closer, but only to catch back a golden cold mist.

Nice and cold.

Apparently it was his son. But I can't touch it.

Zhao Yin suddenly wanted to know, how could such a "saint" be able to untie the golden crown on that day, just to say, "If the East Palace can't choose the person who belongs to his heart, then the common people Zhao Xixing, it doesn't matter."

resolute, and his eyes are blazing.

At that moment, Zhao Yin saw Chengfeng Lang, the son he remembered who could lift the sheepskin ball to the roof of the imperial palace.

Cheng Yingyu.

Zhao Yin crossed this name in his heart, all kinds of tastes were not tastes, and the sweet smell in his throat became stronger.

"Don't dare?" Zhao Yin bit out the name and pouted, "If Queen Minde is here, why don't you dare." ”

Zhao Xixing was slightly stunned. seemed to be a little surprised, Zhao Yin suddenly mentioned Cheng Yingyan.

Seeing the man's reaction, Zhao Yin sneered: "Why, even if I said that in addition to saving her life, I won't allow more things, you ...... Have you ever dared not? ”

Zhao Xixing was silent. Fingertips clenched lightly in the robe.

"You're going to marry a silver girl, and you're pulling and pulling with her in front of everyone, and now it's rumored to be in Kyushu." Zhao Yin's tone became colder and colder, and he paused word by word, "Donggong, it's time to breathe." ”

Zhao Xixing took a deep breath, and the bottom of his eyes lit two sparks, without any excuse or cover-up.

Zhao Yin has never seen it, warm, stubborn, vivid, and unfamiliar.

"Yes, it's out of the way, even I, who is an old man, can't stop you!"

Zhao Yin slapped the jade case heavily, roared in a low voice, and immediately choked on the sweetness in his throat and coughed violently.

Cheng Yingyu can lower you.

Zhao Yin didn't say the next sentence. He even swallowed it back with great pleasure, otherwise the old face of being a king and a father would really not know where to put it.

"My father was angry. The sons are not filial, and they know that their sins are unforgivable. Zhao Xixing subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to pat the man with snowy sideburns on the back to make him feel better.

At that moment, Zhao Yin's eyes lit up slightly.

However, Zhao Xixing paused again. Retracted his hand, scrupulously guarded the distance between the monarch and the minister, and said from afar: "Please take care of the dragon body!" Erchen immediately announced the imperial doctor and treated his father! Come! ”

Boom, Zhao Yin's heart sank to the bottom.

"No need! Sooner or later, I will be angry to death by you, an unfilial son, and I will declare the imperial doctor to do something!! Kneeling !! ”

Zhao Yin sneered, don't look over his head and stop looking at Zhao Xixing, only secretly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with Luo Pa, and did not let the latter see it.

Zhao Xixing's eyes darkened. froze in place for a while, seeing that Zhao Yin never looked back, he had to bow and resign, and even when he felt that something was wrong halfway and wanted to turn back to take a look, he was persuaded to go back by a voice in his heart.

The saint has decreed that he will kneel in peace. No call to trespass, fear and disgust.

So the scarlet shoes that were folded back were put back and disappeared at the end of the palace road.

So Zhao Yin waited in the Golden Palace until his head froze, and he didn't hear the voice he expected.

"Father! Father, how are you? ”

There was no salute, no excuse, and no obedient words like an excerpt.

It's just such a reckless sentence.

There was a long silence. The spring light reflected the bright and extinguished of the Golden Palace, and cut out the figure of Zhao Yin alone, which was pulled to the elder.

"It's all the temperament that the teapot can't pour out the rice balls, how about getting a piece?"

With a slightly playful sigh, Luo Xia turned out from behind the screen, put the medicine bowl in her hand in front of Zhao Yin, and patted him on the back.

"Zhao Dalang, drink the medicine." Luo Xia frowned lightly, helpless and distressed, "It stands to reason that father and son should be the most considerate people, but the two of you, how can you be separated by a mountain." ”