Now that he thinks about it, Zhao Xuanjing feels that the brothers and sisters are really deceived by the teacher!

However, the extra paintings in the teacher's hand do not need to be destroyed, and they are kept...... Collection.

Xiao Yurong smiled a little reluctantly: "These paintings have long been lost, and there are some rats in the academy, and many ...... have been bitten earlier."

"Senior Brother Xiao also wants to keep a few paintings? You are not an elder, keep this thing, if it is seen by others, how will you marry a daughter-in-law in the future? If your disciples knew that the people in your paintings were all fellow senior sisters, wouldn't it make people guess and be suspicious? Zhao Xuanjing spoke coldly, looking unreasonable, but turned to look at Sang You, and asked faintly: "Senior Brother Sang, you won't refuse this decision, right?" ”

This tone is known to everyone that the prince is unhappy.

But as for why they are unhappy, they don't know.

In the past, everyone drew together, right?

However, Sang You looked at Zhao Xuanjing, was stared at by that gaze, looked at this handsome face, and became very easy to speak: "Your Highness is right, that painting is not like Senior Sister at all, and it is useless to keep it." ”

To put it bluntly, the senior sister is really not good-looking now, and when he sees those paintings, he will think of the years he has been looking forward to in vain, and he can't wait to poke his eyes blind and let himself never look at the senior sister again......

In this way, it is better to destroy the painting, but the senior sister has never been beautiful.

"When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is free, the junior brother is itchy for a while, and when his health is better, he is willing to paint a few pictures for His Royal Highness." Sang You didn't forget to shoot Zhao Xuanjing's ass.

Zhao Xuanjing is also accustomed to his virtue.

"Wait until you collect all the beauty pictures in the hands of your brothers and send them to me, and then I will talk about it." Zhao Xuanjing agreed quite happily.

As soon as he said this, Xiao Yurong and Jiang Jinlu immediately felt that Sang You's gaze had become a little imposing.

"When you are not in the capital, Lone also raised a lot of flowers and plants, if the junior brother does a good job, those flowers and plants will also be given to you, not to mention those ordinary flowers and plants, it is the head of Gonglan beloved by my father - green clouds and white green, Lone can also be snatched to you."

“！！！” Sang You almost jumped out of bed.

The Emperor's Flower!

No, the point is not the emperor's flower, but the rare sight of the Gonglan in three hundred years, a few years ago when he followed the teacher into the palace, he took a look at the old seedlings, and since then, he feels that other orchids are in front of it, eclipsed!

The old seedlings should be long gone, but the new seedlings do!

Give it to him?!

Sang You only felt that his life was full of vitality all of a sudden.

"Two senior brothers, you won't stop me from glorifying my ancestors, right?" Sang You's eyes were scorching, and he opened his mouth at Xiao Yurong and Jiang Jin.

Bringing the royal things home, isn't that the glory of the ancestors?

“……”

Xiao Yurong and Jiang Jinlu glanced at each other, and then they had no choice but to accept their fate.

If they don't nod, Sang You will probably not be able to think about it for a while, and he will die of anger!

A few years ago, a flower in his garden fell inexplicably, for such a flower, he could not sleep well, sick for a whole winter, and every autumn, seeing the falling flowers and leaves, he had to chant a few poems, sad and sad, it was almost life.

"As long as you recover from your illness, the beauty picture...... Take it. Xiao Yurong also felt that he was sad.

Jiang Jin was okay, he entered the door relatively late, so there were not so many paintings in his hand.

It was negotiated immediately.

It's just that they're all a little puzzled.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is inevitably too concerned about the paintings of the senior sister......

Could it be that my sister instructed me?