Chapter 909: Daily Life in the Palace

Song Xinyi recovered from a serious illness and proposed to Hu Tian that she wanted to go home, but not only was she not approved, but she was also severely reprimanded. What do you say about the jackals, tigers and leopards in the family, she is going back to die, staying in her palace and getting high-level treatment, and she doesn't know what to do, in short, after a burst of criticism, Song Xinyi really can't refute it, so she just stays like this.

Suofen brought Nineteen and a bunch of things at home. Because of the art exhibition, she was already famous at this time, and she was like a fish in water as Jin Ling's apprentice. The palace is like a city, and there are often admirers who come to the door to ask for paintings, Song Xinyi can't talk about her career, so she will take orders to develop her career in the palace.

On this day, Song Xinyi was clamoring to go to the suburbs to sketch, she is a painter, and she needs inspiration to paint a painting, okay? What kind of climate can you achieve by staying in the iron walls of the palace all day long? However, Hu Tian didn't let her go out. There are three reasons for this:

On the third day, she had internal and external injuries that were not healed, and she was not suitable for a long journey

On the fourth day, he didn't find out who was plotting against her, so he didn't go out in case his coat didn't go out

On the fifth day, the whole city and outside the city were now eyeing her, and she went out like a living swinger, and no one was killed

However, the more this happened, the more Song Xinyi felt depressed. What kind of fallacy is this, if this is true, you don't have to go out to meet people in the future. She's not an ice cube, and she can still see the light die?

"Let me go out, I'll go out in disguise, and you can send me some more people"

"No" Hu Tian was still reading the book of various places submitted by the guards, and he really didn't have time to deal with her. But this little girl just picked this juncture to quarrel with him. The morning chatter never stopped.

"Hu Tian, if you are so stubborn, I will ignore you again!"

"You dare," Hu Tian glared at her.

Song Xinyi's little face was puffing up with anger, "You see if I dare, I'm serious." ”

"There's really nothing I can do about you, I'll accompany you when I finish reading this document."

"Huh? You're going too? Song Xinyi opened her eating jaw wide and looked at him incredulously, "This is boring, are you sure you want to go together?" ”

Song Xinyi remembered the last time she went out to Cangshan, and the memory of more than nineteen bastards barbegging on the side and almost making themselves into bacon, she was thinking, Hu Tian didn't know what it would be like to go together? Is it to sit quietly and read his own book, to draw his own? Or let her paint alone and run away on her own?

Hu Tian didn't speak, and after half an hour of quick work, he called his subordinates and explained to Song Duo. Only then did he get up and look at himself.

"Let's go"

The carriage drove towards the outskirts of the city, and Song Xinyi heard the wails of Hua Xiao asking for food along the way, and remembered her 100,000 silver children. Hu Tian said that he had been sent to the disaster areas in various parts of Wei State, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Hu Tian said again that her silver was swallowed by corrupt officials, and seeing Song Xinyi running wild, Hu Tiancai opened his mouth slowly, and he had solved it. The corrupt official was dismissed and investigated, and the money was also distributed to the victims under his supervision.

The angry Song Xinyi pinched him the arm. Seeing that he glanced at herself painlessly, she simply raised her pink little iron fist and hung down at him. Unexpectedly, Hu Tian actually hung back with a grudge, of course he didn't make any effort, otherwise he wouldn't have hammered her to death. Finally, I also went to the suburbs. 31

As soon as Song Xinyi got out of the car, she took a deep breath and sucked the pure air into her lungs. It was funny to see Hu Tian on the side.

The guards were on guard. Hu Tian helped Song Xinyi set up the painter and helped her to sit on the shore, so that she could rest assured to lean on the boulder on the side.

"Let's go barbecue for Miss!" I don't know who proposed, and then I heard some echoing voices, and Song Xin trembled angrily. Thinking back to the old scenes, it once gave her nightmares, how these guys didn't learn well at all.

It is said that after Song Wenlu died in the Wei State, everything was handed over to Hu Tian, and how Hu Tian handled this matter after that, Song Xinyi didn't think to ask. She just wanted to ask about the situation, but she held back, she really didn't care about that man's affairs at all. Although he died to protect himself. But there are some bad memories, so let's let it pass.

Hu Tian looked at her a little hesitant, but she never opened her mouth. He knew what she wanted to ask, and he could basically guess how unforgettable things happened in Cangshan that day. It's just that he didn't want to mention it, for fear of touching her sadness.

As for the secret rivalry between Lingcheng and Wei, it happens from time to time, Song Changhou's pain of bereavement, it is not so easy to let go, if it weren't for the power of Wei, he would have been overwhelmed by the army and washed away his shame. It's just that his current situation is also internal and external, from the discovery of the corpse mountain under the abandoned well of Shangshu Mansion to Song Xinyi's plot, how many of them are still undetectable to him? And who did so many unknown things under his eyelids?

"Hu Tian? Are you asleep? Song Xinyi was pushing Hu Tian's shoulder. This position of lying on his side on the boulder also made him fall asleep.

"What's wrong?" Hu Tian opened his eyes to look at her.

"I said, let you come and show me, is my painting a little unelegant?"

Hu Tian walked over, only to see that in just half an hour, Song Xinyi had copied the entire landscape in front of her to rice paper with the strength of defying the sky, and it was even more real, which was unprecedented and spectacular.

Song Xinyi pointed to a place in the painting, "Look here, I want to draw an old man fishing, can you see if there will be some messing in?" ”

"Why do you draw old men? How shivering, wouldn't it be better to draw a couple with a sense of mandarin ducks? ”

Song Xinyi's eyes widened, and she felt that this idea was okay. requisitioned, a few strokes actually looked good, Hu Tian suddenly wondered.

"Where did you learn all these skills?"

"You said to paint? I realized it myself, I have been a genius since I was a child. ”

Song Xinyi carefully handled the painting, and replied indifferently.

"You said that in the years you have been in Shangshu Mansion, you have realized this skill?"

Song Xinyi was a little vigilant when he asked this. Hu Tian investigated her. The original owner had such a miserable life in those years, of course, it was impossible to practice this skill, Rao is himself was also after studying day and night, copying, and constantly improving his own skills to have a vigilant self. can only say seriously, "Those years are worse than death, but fortunately, I often secretly draw something, but I didn't expect it to let me practice this skill." I can't believe I'm so awesome! ”

Hu Tian narrowed his eyes and began to use his astute brain to judge the credibility of this event. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a matter of a moment, isn't genius one percent talent, ninety-nine percent perspiration? Song Xinyi's feeling is unprecedented. But other than that, is there anything else to say?