After Kuanxi retreated, Zhu Jianshen, who was a first-time father, still looked at his infant son motionlessly, Wan Zhen'er was dissatisfied with being left out in the cold, so she supported her chin with one hand, turned her head slightly, blinked, and said with a smile: "Long live Lord, is Huan'er good-looking or a concubine good-looking." ”

"Isn't this nonsense?"

"Humph! You don't even look at me, you must be disgusted with my old age and decrepitude, and you can't even look at me! ”

Zhu Jianshen had a headache for her vexatiousness, and was just about to comfort her, seeing that her eyes were full of smiles and starlight, he breathed tightly, Wan Zhen'er approached him, looked at him with blazing eyes, and said leisurely: "Long live the Lord painted a picture for the queen mother two days ago, can't you paint one for our mother and son today?" ”

A few days ago was the birthday of the Empress Dowager Zhou, Zhu Jianshen painted a birthday picture for her on the spot, its delicate brushwork, admirable, Wan Zhen'er also wanted Zhu Jianshen to paint a picture for her and her son.

"Absolutely." Zhu Jianshen asked people to bring rice paper, pen and ink, and paints, and asked the eunuch Xiao Jing to stroke the piano on the side to cheer up, and let Wan Zhen'er sit on the chaise longue and look down at her son.

The sound of the piano is melodious, the fragrance of flowers wafts outside the window, Wan Zhen'er is holding the baby, her heart is quiet, and her thoughts can't help but drift into the distance.

Her husband, marrying her and pampering her, and making her a concubine is a big disapproval of the world, because of the psychology of dependence and love, he regards her as an indispensable part of his life, he is very insecure, he always has to touch her hand to fall asleep when he is a child, and when he grows up, whenever he is sad and sad, he also likes to seek psychological comfort by hugging her.

This person is physiologically weaned, but psychologically not.

She remembered her previous life, at that time, because of the loss of the little prince, hysterical, all she thought about was the cold corpse of the little prince, she tortured herself to the point that no one was a ghost, her face quickly decayed, her temper became more irritable, there were crusades about her inside and outside the court, he always stood firmly in front of her to protect her, give her full glory, and block all attacks for her and her family.

But when he returned to Zhaode Palace, he was faced with the madness and hatred that flashed in her eyes from time to time, he didn't dare to provoke her slightly trembling string, the pain of losing a child had carved a scar on his heart, and his wife was still very depressed, he was not very sound in his heart, which made his psychological pressure increase sharply, in order to relieve his worries, he destroyed the previous monogamous living state with her, often messed with the concubine, and enjoyed himself with the palace maid.

And he didn't know that it was the most fatal blow to her, her son died and lost her fertility, these were all heavy blows to her, and Zhu Jianshen, who had been accompanying her and protecting her before, had no companionship, no relief and no comfort at this time, which was a fatal blow to her.

At that time, she was very sad, decided not to love anyone, deliberately did something bad to provoke him, she whipped the palace maid who had been pampered by him, wantonly found fault, he knew the reason, came back, and stayed by her side, except for the upper and lower courts, he only guarded her, but those ministers began to chatter again, and put the earthquake that had just occurred and the comet fell on her head, and the minister Peng Shi was even more directly on the chapter, saying that he Zhu Jianshen should not spoil her an old woman who has passed the age of childbearing, and should 'be loved'.

Bah! An earthquake is an earthquake, a comet is a comet, she is not a fairy, she doesn't know how to go to heaven and earth, and she doesn't kill people, why do you want to splash all that dirty water on her?

Not only the ministers of the court, but also ordinary people......

"Love the concubine, love the concubine." She was distracted, Zhu Jianshen said, she was startled, her body trembled, Huan'er in her arms began to cry, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Wan Zhen'er coaxed her son, got closer to smell the smell, and she asked, "Is the painting finished?" ”

He said, "Wait, hold on, it's almost right." ”

"He's crying, he's dirty underneath." Wan Zhen'er frowned, and after half a minute, he took a long breath and said with a smile: "It's finished, you can take a look." ”

Wan Zhen'er was relieved, and immediately asked the nurse to take the child down to clean, she turned her neck and pinched her hands, and sighed: "The person who paints is tired, and the person who is painted is even more tired." ”

He disagreed, saying, "It's my hands that are more sore." ”

She took the painting and put it on the bookcase, pulled him to sit beside her, rubbed his wrist, and smiled: "Is it still sour?" ”

"It's still sore, and so is the neck." Zhu Jianshen said aggrievedly, Wan Zhen'er rubbed his shoulders for him, and the people in the palace present were used to seeing it, and Xiao Jingcai, the eunuch brought by Zhu Jianshen, saw this scene for the first time, and said in his heart: "This lady is really hurting, no wonder she is so favored." ”

After a short while, Wan Zhen'er leaned over to admire Zhu Jianshen's painting, she looked at it carefully, and exclaimed: "The outline is powerful and extremely expressive, especially Huan'er, who has become so lovely under your hands, I didn't know he had such beautiful eyes!" Huan'er sometimes opens his eyes, most of the time he still sleeps, and he sleeps when he eats, and even Wan Zhen'er, the person who takes care of him personally, rarely sees him open his eyes.

"He likes me and opens his eyes every time I come." Zhu Jianshen was very proud.

"But I'm not." Wan Zhen'er pointed to the portrait and said, "I'm obviously not so fat, but why is my face so big?" ”

Zhu Jianshen smiled and said: "This is called plump and muscular, this is the appearance of a superb beauty." ”

She tugged at her lips and said in her heart, "I can really pull it." ”

"The last time you drew the queen mother, you didn't say that." Wan Zhen'er remembered the fairy-like painting at the birthday banquet, pulled his hand and said, "I don't care, you must paint me a thin one in the future." ”

Between the words, Wan Zhen'er caught a glimpse of Xiao Jing, the eunuch sitting at the piano table, and she pointed at him and said, "I don't know when you have such a delicate companion by your side. ”

In fact, Zhu Jianshen has been addicted to singing and dancing music recently, and he likes to get together with the guards and eunuchs to watch singing and dancing performances after he retired from the dynasty, but seeing that Wan Zhen'er can't sleep at night in order to take care of his son, he is inexplicably a little weak-hearted, and said: "When I have nothing to do, I like to listen to people play music." ”

"Good Yaxing!"

At this time, the nurse came back with the little prince, Zhu Jianshen took Huan'er, and said with a smile: "Look, what I said is right or wrong?" He really liked me. ”

Wan Zhen'er stepped forward to look, squinted her eyes up and down, and said with a smile: "It's a little feminine." The eyes were so beautiful that it was difficult to distinguish between men and women, and she looked at other parts and found that only the eyes were the best, and the other parts did not grow.

Zhu Jianshen didn't like to hear anything bad about his son, he said: "This is handsome and elegant." ”

"As soon as I saw him, I knew that in the future he would become a wise monarch who was both civil and military."

Wan Zhen'er pulled her lips and said, "Just as wise as his father." ”

Zhu Jianshen laughed happily, very satisfied, and Wan Zhen'er also smiled.

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