The emperor waved his hand casually, and the little chamberlain took the painting down.

"And what about the other one?" The Emperor turned his head and asked the Empress again.

"The other is Wu Yanjing, the son of the Hou of Zhen'an, the Hou of Zhen'an has a clean and upright style, and the son of Wu is elegant, calm in temperament, and his character is also excellent." The queen hurriedly said, full of praise.

While speaking, there was a melodious and pleasant sound of the piano in the hall, and a girl in blue clothes sat elegantly behind the piano case and played a song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", which attracted many sons and girls to listen.

Wuyang looked at the queen and smiled, with a touch of nonchalant on her beautiful face.

"Queen Mother, Erchen has also heard of Wu Yanjing, he can't lift his hands or shoulders, I'm afraid that riding a horse and archery is not as good as Erchen...... What does Erchen want him to do?! She asked rhetorically in a faint tone.

The queen's face froze for a moment, and she didn't dare to say anything serious to her daughter, so she said patiently: "Wuyang, you are not young, don't be too eye-catching." No one is perfect, and no one is perfect. ”

"Queen Mother, you can't marry hastily just because you're not young, right?" Wuyang still smiled and said calmly, "If you have to marry, then marry and marry, it's a big deal to get married and then divorce." ”

Wu Yangyun said amazing words lightly.

The emperor and empress couldn't believe what they had heard, and they were silent for a while.

The emperor looked at Wuyang, whose eyes were firm and stubborn, and his heart was a little complicated. Thinking of the previous incident of Xuanxin, the emperor felt that he owed this eldest daughter to a certain extent, his eyes were dark, and he flashed a trace of hesitation, and said: "Empress, Wuyang is a princess, it doesn't hurt to stay for a few more years." ”

When Wuyang takes a fancy to the right person, even if the other party is one or two years younger than her, it doesn't matter, he is the emperor, as long as he gives a decree to marry, the other party still dares to resist the decree? !

"The emperor is right." The queen reluctantly showed a light smile and responded, but she was preoccupied: Of course, it doesn't hurt for her daughter to stay for a few more years, but when the time comes, there will be fewer suitable sons.

After Wuyang was blessed, he returned to his seat.

At this time, the graceful sound of the piano gradually entered the second section of the music, and the sound of the piano was clearer and clearer, making people feel like they were on the scene, and they seemed to see the river breeze, the flowers and trees swaying, and the sparkling scenes......

The emperor's knuckles twitched slightly with the sound of the piano twice, and he looked at the blue-clothed girl who was playing the piano, and out of the corner of his eye, he just saw a purple-robed young man sitting next to Duanmu Fei, and the young man was flatteringly showing a bright smile to the girl.

The emperor's knuckles stopped, a touch of thoughtfulness flashed in his eyes, he absentmindedly picked up the teacup, put it down again, looked at An Ping on the right side, and asked casually: "Imperial sister, are you satisfied?" ”

This sentence made some of the ladies around them nervous, and they swallowed their saliva unconsciously, thinking that they would let their girls dress more plainly today......

The eyes of those ladies were all focused on Anping, and the sound of the piano was still there, but the sound of the piano could no longer be heard in those people's ears.

In contrast, Anping was still light and breezy, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, as if what the emperor said was not her son's marriage, but a trivial matter. After taking a sip of tea, she put down the pastel teacup in her hand and gave two words lightly: "No hurry." ”

"Sister Huang, how can you not be in a hurry? Ah Yandu is almost sixteen. The emperor smiled more kindly, with a look of "he is all thinking about his nephew", "Boys should still start a family first and then start a business, and after they become a family, they will naturally be stable." Sister Huang, you take a good look at Ah Yan, you take a fancy to it, and I will give him a marriage. ”

Anping still looked light, drinking tea elegantly, and seemed to care about Feng Yan's family affairs.

Seeing this, those ladies secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in their hearts: If the eldest princess of Anping has no intention of asking for Feng Yan for the time being, the emperor can't force their mother and son......

As the sound of the piano enters the fifth section, an ethereal and dustless flute suddenly joins the sound of the piano, the two are extremely tacit, the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute are perfectly blended together, so that everyone in the hall seems to be in the beautiful scenery of "the river and the sky are free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky", and the music slowly begins to speed up......

The emperor's knuckles twitched a few times with the music with great interest, his eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Feng Yan, and with the sound of the piano, he said with a smile and a voice that only An Ping and the queen could hear: "Imperial sister, I see how infatuated Ah Yan is, the child is older, and he also has his own thoughts, Wuyang and Ah Yan are like this." ”

"If I pick one for Ah Yan casually, wouldn't it make him 'ask for it but not be able to' in this life, and the imperial sister is willing to do it?"

The emperor's voice was so gentle, like Taoism, and like a joke, but the threat in it was already overflowing.

An Ping lifted his eyelids and looked in the direction pointed by the emperor, his eyes fell on Duanmu Fei and Feng Yan, his brows twisted slightly, and the corners of his mouth froze.

Feng Yan didn't seem to notice the emperor's gaze, and while talking to Duanmu Fei with a smile, he casually grabbed a small white fox that was about to crawl out of the basket.

He carefully patted the little fox, shook it, wiped it with a handkerchief, and then graciously handed it to Duanmu Fei......

An Ping looked at Feng Yan in such a "daze", and didn't speak for a long time, his red lips pursed tightly.

The sound of the piano and the flute is getting faster and faster, from weak to strong, like a fishing boat breaking through the water, the waves splashing, the sound of the waves beating endlessly, and the atmosphere is also solemn.

The emperor has been observing every change in Anping's expression, the corners of his mouth are smugly, and he picks up the teacup again with a comfortable expression, only to feel that the tea in the entrance is mellow and sweet, and he is proud in his heart: Anping cares about this only son the most, as long as he grasps the weakness of Feng Yan, it is equivalent to holding Anping.

Thinking about it, the emperor's mood became more and more cheerful, and he said casually: "Imperial sister, if you think this little girl is too young, it's okay...... It's a pity that Ah Yan's sincerity was in vain. ”

The Emperor sighed in embarrassment.

An Ping was silent for a while, the air seemed to be stagnant, and after a while, she said meaningfully: "Brother Huang, you haven't changed at all." ”

The Emperor smiled, his eyes shining as if he had won a difficult victory.

The sound of the piano and flute also reached a climax little by little at this time, and then stopped abruptly, and then the music eased down again, becoming calm and soft, elegant and stretched.

A song falls.

There was a burst of warm applause in the hall, the girl in blue clothes who played the piano and the girl in green clothes who played the flute blessed everyone elegantly, the emperor was in a good mood, and rewarded the two of them on the spot, head jewelry, piano and flute instruments.

The two girls retreated happily, and the emperor beckoned to a small chamberlain, and commanded in a low voice, "Go and call Feng Gongzi." ”

The little chamberlain bowed to the leader's order and walked towards Feng Yan.

With the two girls playing the piano and flute ensemble Zhuyu in front, the hall was deserted for a while, at this time, Geng Tinglian stood up from her seat, walked to the back of the bookcase in the hall generously, and said to the little waiter who was waiting for the pen and ink: "Father-in-law is tired of grinding more ink ...... for me" Saying, she quickly glanced in the direction of Duanmufei, and said lightly, "I want to paint splashed ink paintings." ”

For a while, many eyes present subconsciously looked at Duanmu Fei, and many families knew that the fourth girl of the Duanmu family was famous in the Condensation Club with a splash of ink painting, and after that, she became famous in Beijing step by step.

The two chamberlains immediately prepared an extra inkstone for Geng Tinglian, laying paper and grinding ink.

Everyone around them was talking to each other, and when they saw Geng Tinglian's sideburns and horns holding a goose-yellow camellia, they guessed that she should be painting camellia with splashed ink.

Generally speaking, it is most suitable for painting landscapes with magnificent artistic conceptions, and it is much more difficult to paint flowers and plants in this way than to paint landscapes.

Many people's eyes were focused on Geng Tinglian, waiting and seeing, while the other half's eyes were on Feng Yan, who was called close by the emperor.

"Uncle Emperor." Feng Yan saluted to the emperor.

The emperor casually raised his hand, signaled him to be exempt, and said with a smile: "Ah Yan, you are not young anymore, I want to give you a marriage, do you have a fancy for it?" ”

The emperor's voice was neither light nor heavy, and only a few ladies who were close to him could hear it, and these ladies froze instantly, their hearts tightened as if they were choked by something, and the surroundings fell into silence.

Yes, Feng Yan's age is indeed not young, the emperor wants to be a matchmaker, even if the eldest princess of Anping is not happy, it is useless.

Those ladies were all holding their breath, lest Feng Yan fall in love with their daughter.

Feng Yan didn't care about other people's eyes and thoughts at all, and subconsciously looked at Duanmu Fei, his eyes as bright as stars in the dark night.

The spring breeze outside the hall suddenly blew into the hall, with the sound of the branches and leaves swaying outside, "rustling", as if whispering something, and the spring breeze was intoxicating.

The winding in front of her was completely invisible to Geng Tinglian's eyes, and she was looking intently at the blank rice paper on the case, as if she was muttering something.

The chamberlain quickly sharpened the ink, Geng Tinglian picked up a bucket brush, dipped the tip of the pen in the pen and ink, and then did not hesitate to splash the ink with a large brush, engrossed in the ......

Seeing that Feng Yan's gaze was focused on Duanmu Fei, the emperor was even more proud in his heart, and a line of imperative victory flashed in his eyes, sighing: Feng Yan is still young after all, Mu Shaoai.

The emperor casually rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb, looked at An Ping again, and asked, "Sister Huang, what do you think?" ”

An Ping's eyes were slightly condensed, and his eyes were bright and dark, as if something was up and down, and there was chaos...... After a while, he said slowly: "Ah Yan's marriage is not in a hurry. ”

"Mother!" Feng Yan looked at An Ping with burning eyes, and called eagerly, with a look of wanting to speak and stopping.

Seeing this, the corners of the emperor's mouth curled higher, and he leaned back on the back of the chair calmly, already in control of the overall situation.

There was a sudden uproar around her, and a girl let out a heartfelt exclamation: "Miss Geng, your splashed ink painting is really good!" ”

One sentence attracted the emperor's gaze, and Geng Tinglian in the hall had obviously just put away the pen, and was calmly putting the bucket brush on the side of the blue and white porcelain pen.

The two chamberlains quickly brought Geng Tinglian's painting to the emperor, and Geng Tinglian's painting was indeed a picture of a camellia splashed with ink.

A few camellia plants grow on the edge of a rugged rock, which is cold and hard, with sharp edges and corners; Camellia is feminine, graceful and noble. The two contrast with each other, and also set off each other, the camellia painted with splashed ink is not fine, but the charm is depicted into three points, light and heavy, sparse, and dark...... It's just right.

The emperor glanced at the painting and praised it: "The painting is good." Reward. ”

The corners of Geng Tinglian's mouth raised slightly, and he thanked the emperor, and there were bursts of praise around him, and the words of praise were endless.

In the midst of the uproar, the emperor raised his hand and motioned for the chamberlain to take the painting closer, seemingly admiring the painting, but the corner of his eye was still paying attention to Feng Yan and Anping.

Seeing Feng Yan looking at Anping with a pleading face, the emperor was very happy: Anping also has today!

This parent, when he encounters an unconscious child, he can only bow his head......

The emperor's eyes flashed, and the things of the second prince flashed in his heart, he was, and so was Anping.

No matter how capable and strong Anping is, if she refuses, there will inevitably be cracks in the mother-son relationship in the future; If you agree, the shadow guard will fall into your hands.

In any case, for yourself, no matter how it ends, you are invincible!

This time, it was thanks to the little girl......

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