Seeing this, the cloud shopkeeper stepped forward and asked, "Madam, I don't know if you are satisfied with these four clothes?" ”

Ning Feifei said: "Of course I am satisfied." ”

The cloud shopkeeper smiled: "This is really good, since the lady is satisfied, then the grass people should say goodbye." ”

Ning Feifei smiled lightly: "It's troublesome Yun Shopkeeper, you go slowly." ”

After sending away the shopkeeper Yun, Ning Feifei closed the wooden box and ordered someone to carry the wooden box back to her yard.

On the other end, Cheng Bowen looked at it but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he coughed a few times uncomfortably, and the clear-eyed person knew at a glance that the Taishi was jealous, and he also wanted a gift.

Of course, Cheng Bingling had already prepared, and she smiled: "Dad, Bingling has also prepared a gift for you." ”

When Cheng Bowen heard this, he was satisfied, and he pretended to be reserved and asked, "What is that?" ”

Cheng Bingling didn't answer, she smiled at Shang Jinnan coldly: "Husband, what about our gift to my father." ”

Shang Jinnan smirked: "Gift? Yes, we're going to give the Master a gift. He waved his chubby hand and said to the boy beside him, "What about the gift?" ”

Xiao Tong immediately handed the long box he had been holding to Shang Jinnan: "Back to the prince, here you are." ”

Shang Jinnan took the gift and walked in front of Cheng Bowen with a smile: "Na, this is the gift that the young lady asked me to give you, she said that you like that bi ...... the most." What kind of layman is Bi? He looked back at Cheng Bingling suspiciously, his face full of "Little sister, what is Bi?" ”

Cheng Bingling hadn't said the name of the layman, and Cheng Bowen on the other end had already shouted in disbelief: "Bilian layman?!" Fourth Prince, are you talking about Bilian Layman? ”

Bilian is a well-known painting saint. His paintings capture the demeanor of all things with just a few brushstrokes, and his painting skills are brilliant and lifelike. Once, he was suddenly inspired in the field and immediately picked up his pen to paint. A shepherd boy led the cow past him, but the cow looked at the painting and refused to leave, and even shed a few cow tears.

This is just one of the legendary stories in the life of Bilian monk, his story is talked about by the world, especially in recent years, Bilian monk retreated to the forest, in the middle of the rivers and lakes, the dragon saw the beginning and the end, adding a bit of mystery.

In the early years, his paintings were still circulating in the capital, but now it is almost difficult to find one, and even today's saints only have three paintings by Bilian monks.

Cheng Bowen has three hobbies: he loves collecting paintings first, and tea ceremony and chess ceremony secondary. He sighed many times that if he could get a painting of Bilian in this life, he would die without regrets.

Therefore, now that he heard that the fourth prince might give him the painting of Bilian Layman, how could he not be surprised?

"That's right, that's the name!" Shang Jinnan also exclaimed as if he had been suddenly reminded.

Cheng Bowen got the answer he wanted, he didn't care about any etiquette rules, and hurriedly snatched the long box in Shang Jinnan's hand, he trembled his fingers, stroking this ordinary box, inside is the painting of Bilian Jushi!

Cheng Bowen opened the box tremblingly, and there was a scroll of paintings lying quietly in the box. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the painting—

Oh!

Paintings of idols!

Oh, my God!

It's true! The old man is not dreaming, is he?!

Cheng Bowen's face turned red with excitement, he knew Bilian very well, if he put it in modern times, he was a loyal fan of Bilian Monk. So he just took a quick look at it, and he was immediately sure that this was Bilian's painting!

Cheng Bowen felt that he was about to faint with happiness!

Cheng Bowen couldn't put it down, his eyes didn't blink, his eyes were so focused that he was about to see a hole in the picture scroll.

But after looking at it for a long time, Cheng Bowen felt more and more that this painting was so much like one of the emperor's treasures?

Let's see.

What a thing!

Cheng Bowen looked at Shang Jinnan in surprise, and he asked hesitantly, "Fourth Prince, where did you get this painting from?" ”

Shang Jinnan said: "Ama give it to me." ”

Really!

Cheng Bowen was moved in his heart, and felt that although the fourth prince was demented, he was really good to people, and knew that he liked Bilian's paintings, so he actually begged the emperor to come.

What a good lad!

Shang Jinnan looked at Cheng Bowen with a touched look, and he knew it from the bottom of his heart, and he asked with a smile: "Taishi, do you like it or not?" ”

"Yes, of course I do!" Cheng Bowen nodded hurriedly: "Thank you so much, Fourth Prince." As he spoke, he carefully rolled the scroll in a respectful manner, and he must treasure it! This is his treasure!

Everyone was happy, but they didn't see the three princes' family, Shang Shaoyong and Bai Xueyao's faces were not very good.

Bai Xueyao was angry because Cheng Bingling was in the limelight three times and twice.

Shang Shaoyong is because of the painting of Bilian Jushi sent by Shang Jinnan, Cheng Bowen likes Bilian Jushi's paintings, he naturally knows it, and he has to do what he likes when he gives gifts.

He sent his subordinates to find some paintings of Bilian Monk, but unfortunately in recent years, few paintings of Bilian Monk have flowed out, and there are basically no paintings of Bilian Monk on the market.

Shang Shaoyong knew that Ama treasured three paintings of Bilian monks, and he entered the palace not long ago and asked Ama to give him the paintings, but Ama kept being vague, and finally rejected his request.

Shang Shaoyong could only retreat and give Cheng Bowen tea.

Unexpectedly, the painting he couldn't ask for, Ama actually gave it to the fourth brother!

Amma's eccentricity has not been a day or two, but this time Shang Shaoyong is particularly unhappy, what is the difference between this and being slapped in the face in public?

In Amma's heart, his son is not as good as a demented child?

Shang Shaoyong felt uncomfortable.

Ning Feifei saw that it was not early, so she hurriedly beckoned: "Don't stand and chat, it's time to eat." ”

Then everyone looked at the sky, and it was indeed time for dinner.

Maybe it's because Bai Xueyao and Shang Shaoyong were hit hard today, and the two didn't make any trouble at the dinner table, as for Shang Jinnan and Cheng Bingling, they also knew that everything had to have a degree, and they had already completed the tasks assigned by the system today, so they didn't pick on Bai Xueyao's husband and wife anymore.

The two sides died down, but the dinner was a good one.

After dinner, Shang Jinnan and the others each left the Taishi Mansion.

The lively Taishi Mansion returned to its former calm.

In the bedroom, Ning Feifei put the four pieces of clothes in the cabinet and sighed softly.

Cheng Bowen also put the painting away and returned to the bedroom.

The candlelight flickered, Cheng Bowen sat on the stool and said to Ning Feifei: "Madam, are you relieved today?" "Ever since Bingling married into the Four Princes' Mansion, Ning Feifei has been restless and depressed. Cheng Bowen is also worried that his wife will be sick.

Ning Yuanyuan nodded, and gently walked to Cheng Bowen's side and sat down: "Today, I am relieved to see the attitude of the fourth prince towards our Bingling. "Although the fourth prince is a demented child, as long as he is good to Bingling, it doesn't matter.

Cheng Bowen stretched out his hand and held Ning Yuanyuan's hand, Ning Yuanyuan's hand was very small, just enough to hold it with just one slap. He sighed and said, "Now it seems that it is a good thing for Bingling to marry the fourth prince. Nowadays, the partisan dispute between the government and the opposition, the crown prince and the third prince has always been fierce. Our family has always been neutral, and since the Holy Lord married our family in order to contain the power of the three princes, our family cannot remain neutral as before. has been automatically tied to the third prince. ”

He paused, looked at the worried Ning Feifei and continued: "If in the future, the third prince gets what he wants, then naturally everything will be fine, if it fails, my family may also be in trouble." But after all, Bingling married the fourth prince, and the fourth prince has always been outside the center of power. The battle for the throne has nothing to do with him, Bingling marries him, no matter what happens in the future, as long as she keeps to herself, she will be safe. ”

After hearing this, Ning Feifei also sighed: "Yes, I thought it was a bad thing for Bingling to marry the fourth prince at the beginning, but now it seems that this is not the case. As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and that's probably it. ”

The streets are quiet at night. The lanterns of the mansions on both sides are hung high and lit up dimly. You can barely see the way.

The carriage was driving slowly on the street, Cheng Bingling and Shang Jinnan were sitting in the carriage, on the surface, they didn't speak, but in fact, the two of them really opened the system, and the two of them, who had never been short of money, finally knew what "a drop in the bucket" meant.

They looked at each other and understood that it was time to move on to the next step.

Mama Rong has been depressed lately.

Since Cheng Bingling married into the Four Princes' Mansion, her status in the Four Princes' Mansion has plummeted.

It's like right now—

"Mama, don't come with me, the young lady and I are going to play hide and seek later, if you follow me, I will be discovered!" Shang Jinnan said in a low voice while waving his hand.

With the disgust on her face, Mama Rong just wanted to say if she could not behave so obviously!

"Lord Wang, the old slave doesn't follow you, what happens to you later, how can the old slave afford it!" Mama Rong refused.

"Oops, you're so annoying. This is my home, how could something happen to me? Shang Jinnan said impatiently: "Hey, I won't tell you, if I talk to you again, the young lady will find me later!" He said as he walked away quickly.

"How's that going to work?" Mama Rong just wanted to follow, but was stopped by Shang Jinnan: "Don't follow!" I'm angry when I catch up! ”

Mama Rong was stunned for a moment, and Shang Jinnan's chubby figure looked as if there was a ghost chasing behind her, and she disappeared all of a sudden.

Mama Rong clenched her handkerchief angrily. She hated the feeling of being out of control. She thought about it, she couldn't go on like this. She immediately made up her mind and left the palace.

On the other side, the Three Princes' Mansion.

Shang Shaoyong went to the early dynasty early in the morning.

Bai Xueyao bathed and changed clothes under Huan'er's service, Huan'er was a clever maid, and soon, the originally scattered hair was combed into an elegant bun by Huan'er.

Huan'er held the jewelry box and showed it to Bai Xueyao one by one: "Princess, which hairpin do you want to wear today?" ”

Bai Xue Yao casually selected a finely carved jade phoenix hairpin: "Just it." ”

Huan'er said "yes", then picked up the jade phoenix hairpin and slowly inserted it into Bai Xueyao's bun.

Bai Xueyao looked at the bronze mirror on the table, and the copper mirror was a little powdery, looking full of fairy energy, like a little fairy. She was satisfied: "Huan'er, if you were with us, you must be a great stylist." ”

Huan'er was stunned for a moment, thinking that Miss was saying something she didn't understand again, and she asked suspiciously, "Princess, what is a stylist?" ”

Bai Xueyao was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Stylists are to help others do styling." Seeing that Huan'er still looked ignorant, she explained: "In your words, it's to help people comb their hair, choose clothes, and put on makeup." ”

"Oh! That's what a stylist is! ”

Bai Xueyao looked up through the bronze mirror and saw Huan'er's sudden realization, as well as her cheeks that had not yet been swollen. The smile on Bai Xueyao's face faded: "Huan'er, does your face still hurt?" ”