Xiao Yinzi smiled slightly, but when he didn't see the confrontation between Wang Shitong and Chu Junlan, he smiled and saluted, and then led Chu Junlan to the direction of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Wang Shitong clenched her fists, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and after thinking about it, she asked the palace maid next to her: "Can His Royal Highness the Sixth High King enter the palace today to ask Concubine Shu for peace?" ”

The palace maid said: "I heard that it is here, this time His Royal Highness Sixth should be in the palace of Shuguifei." ”

Wang Shitong was a little relieved, nodded and said, "Let's go, let's go and go shopping at will." "It is said that it is casual, but the direction of going is the direction of the Yong'an Palace where Concubine Shu lives.

Chu Junlan was not directly introduced into the Heart Cultivation Palace, but was arranged to eat tea in a side room.

Xiao Yinzi brought the tea bowl with a smile on his face, "Miss Chu, please wait, the emperor is discussing state affairs with several adults at this time." Let the slave go back first. ”

"There is Father-in-law." Chu Junlan took the tea bowl with a smile and thanked him politely.

Xiao Yinzi walked out quickly, and Chu Junlan was the only one left in the room.

Chu Junlan waited patiently.

Who knew this, so I waited for an hour, judging from the sky through the bright paper on the rhombic window, it was already full of sunset outside.

Chu Junlan couldn't figure out the emperor's intentions, and he didn't dare to move around the palace at will, so after eating tea, he sat in place, analyzed the trip for a while, thought about Xiao Xu's life experience for a while, and then thought about how to detoxify Xiao Xu.

When it was getting dark, someone from the palace came in and took the lamp.

Chu Junlan was thinking that if he didn't go out at this time, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave the palace if the palace gate key was lost, so Xiao Yinzi came back.

"Miss Chu, congratulations." Xiao Yinzi saluted and said hello on the other.

"The emperor is busy with government affairs and didn't take the time to see you, but the emperor said that Jinyiwei acted improperly and ruined your business, so he will compensate you for a piece of national hand Maoji people's words, and hang it in the store to keep you safe."

Chu Junlan hurriedly thanked him in the direction of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The Maoji people in Xiao Yinzi's mouth are the masters of calligraphy and painting in this dynasty, a pair of calligraphy and painting is worth a thousand gold, he is obsessed with calligraphy and painting in his daily life, does not ask about the world, has his own extraordinary atmosphere, quite a sacred heart, even Chu Junlan's original body is such a door that does not go out of the door and does not step out of the door knows the reputation of the Maoji people.

The emperor's willingness to reward such a painting is already a great compensation for the smashing of the winery.

However, Chu Junlan also felt a little strange.

Since it is for "keeping peace", no matter how good the Maoji people's words are, they are not as valuable as the words inscribed by the emperor's imperial pen.

However, she can't ask the emperor why he refuses to write on his own, right?

"The emperor ordered the slave maid to accompany Miss Chu to Maofu to pick up the words, while the palace gate has not been dropped, let's go?"

"Yes, there is Grandpa Lao."

Chu Junlan could only leave the palace with doubts and follow Xiao Yinzi behind.

At this time, it was already dark, Xiao Yinzi walked in front of Chu Junlan with a lantern, and when he saw that there was no one around, he smiled in a low voice: "Miss Chu is in a hurry today, right?" ”

"Where, the emperor has all the opportunities, and it is normal to wait a little longer."

Xiao Yinzi smiled and said: "In fact, the emperor originally planned to personally brew words for the immortals, but it happened that Concubine Shu and His Royal Highness Six came together to invite An to send snacks, and after listening to what the emperor said, he proposed that 'the emperor is the true dragon emperor, how can the ink treasure of the true dragon emperor be hung everywhere', the emperor thought about it and changed to the word Mao Guoshou." ”

Chu Junlan's doubts were immediately solved, these words Xiao Yinzi can say or not, he has the heart to show goodwill, Chu Junlan is not a person who does not know how to reciprocate.

Chu Junlan gave Xiao Yinzi all the remaining wine tickets on his body.

Xiao Yinzi's eyes lit up: "Oh, the slave can't afford it." ”

"It's not worth anything, my father-in-law works hard for the emperor, but I just invite my father-in-law to eat a few glasses of thin wine, don't dislike it."

These "glasses of thin wine" may be worth a thousand taels of silver!

Xiao Yin Zile blossomed, became more and more conscientious, and led Chu Junlan to the Maoji people's mansion when he left the palace gate.

Seeing that it was the inner prison of the palace, the people of the Mao Mansion did not dare to slack off, and directly led Chu Junlan and Xiao Yinzi to the brightly lit hall in the house.

"The father-in-law of labor has moved, Mr. Mao has a strange temperament, this son is painting with a few high-ranking disciples, and no one is allowed to disturb him, and the sky will fall until the painting is finished, and the painting is saying, so the villain has to be rude."

Xiao Yinzi smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Mao is talented, and some personalities are also common sense. ”

The group came to the hall and followed the servant to push the door in, and what greeted them was the brightly lit hall.

The furnishings in this hall are very different from those of the rest of the rich and noble families.

In the center, there is a platform about two feet above the ground, on which a large painting case is placed, and at this time, an old man with gray hair and a thin figure is sitting cross-legged on the official hat chair behind the painting case and closing his eyes to recuperate.

With the old man's painting case as the center of the circle, facing the direction of the old man, there are 16 large paintings placed on the inside and outside layers, showing the appearance of "gossip map", and there are 16 people painting at the desk at this time.

The little guy in Maofu stepped forward and whispered a few words in the ears of the Maoji people.

The Maoji people were like old monks in their minds, and they didn't open their eyes and said, "Stand down." ”

The little servant was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It is the inner eunuch around the emperor who came to pass on the message, and the emperor ordered you to write a few words for the immortals." ”

"Stand down. You're in the way! ”

The little guy couldn't be trained, so he had to retreat and salute Xiao Yinzi and Chu Junlan: "I'm sorry, our husband is such a temperament, when the students are painting, his old man can't be moved." ”

Xiao Yinzi's face was embarrassed, seeing that the time was not early. It's about to be the time when the palace gate is dropped, if he waits on weekdays, he will wait, but now he can't wait.

The rules of the Maoji people are still heavy, and he can't stop the students from painting right now.

Chu Junlan saw that Xiao Yin Zi was embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Gonggong Yin should go back to the palace first." I'll stay here and wait. The left and right are adulterated by the emperor's edicts, and Mr. Mao will never resist the decree and disrespect. ”

What he said made the people of Maofu break out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Yinzi sneered, secretly thinking that Miss Chu really didn't suffer a loss.

"Since this is the case, the slave and maid will go back to the palace first."

"Father-in-law Yin walks slowly."

"Farewell."

The two compartments were polite, and Xiao Yinzi left under the congratulations of the people of Maofu.

Chu Junlan stood on the periphery of the "gossip", bored, and began to appreciate the paintings made by these Maoji people.

It doesn't matter if you look at this, Chu Junlan almost laughed. These people painted all of them from Maoji.

The shriveled little old man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the students around him drew him into the painting from all angles. It's just that under the freehand brushwork, Maoji people sometimes fairy wind bones, sometimes serious out of shape, sometimes beautiful as Pan An, sometimes like Peng Zu, as the so-called 'horizontal view into the side of the ridge into a peak', everyone's angle is different, the brushwork is also different, and the effect of painting is also different.

Chu Junlan couldn't help but purse his lips and laugh as he looked at a person beside him who had painted a Maoji person as a Tai Bai Xing.

At this moment, Mao Jiren raised his eyes to look at Chu Junlan and said unhappily: "Why are you laughing?" Isn't my apprentice a good painter? ”