I suddenly remembered the last time Changji asked me to paint, and I thought it was Wen'er who was the person on the painting, but Wener said that the person on the painting was not her. If you think about it carefully, the painting can only be said to be similar to Wen'er, not completely overlapping, and cannot be judged to be a person. And the person in this portrait in my hand now will certainly not be Wener's.

If this man were not Win, there was only one possibility.

Could it be Dong Jia?

Even I was shocked by this thought, if she was really Dongjia, why did Changji have her portrait. He asked me for a painting in a menacing manner, and he concluded that he cared about the person on the painting. What the hell is going on, what kind of connection does Changji and Dongjia have?

With this question in mind, I hurriedly left the palace and did not return to Jingwangfu, but went straight to Yonghe Wangfu.

Only An Ping can solve these doubts for me.

When I went, Anping was ordering tea, and the fragrance of tea hit people, and I smelled it when I entered the door.

She was idly floating with the tea foam on the lid of her teacup, wanting to drink, but when she saw me coming, she stopped her movements, and greeted me happily: "The lack has come at the right time, I have just made a good pot of tea, and made some refreshments, you can also taste it." ”

"Okay."

I sat down slowly, put down the pipa very calmly, and then took the tea that Anping poured for me.

She seemed to be quite happy, and she had a quiet smile on her face all the time.

I contemplated the tea in my cup and pondered whether my previous suspicion was true.

Anping saw that I had not drunk tea for a long time, so he asked me why I looked tired and my clothes were stained with wind and frost, and where I came back.

She doesn't know where I went?

I was a little surprised, but I didn't hide it, and said directly: "I entered the palace." Didn't my mother get the news that Tao Niangzi died? ”

Because Tao Guifei was deposed and imprisoned, people now don't call her Tao Guifei, but call her Tao Niangzi. Anping called her like this, and I naturally had to follow suit.

After I finished speaking, Anping's hand for tea froze suddenly, glanced at me with concern, and said lightly: "I know, I thought of it when I heard the death knell."

"Isn't Mother surprised?"

Anping didn't reply to me immediately, but calmly lifted the purple clay pot, slowly poured out the boiling water inside and washed the cup, and when the cup was washed, he slowly began to mix tea.

I said leisurely: "Not long ago, when I went to visit Tao Niangzi in Zaoyan Palace, although she was in a trance, she seemed to be in good spirits. He can talk and laugh, cry and make trouble, and he has been talking to me for a long time. I never thought that when I saw it, it would be goodbye. ”

I quietly watched her complete this series of smooth and smooth movements, and when everything was ready, she suddenly said, "Fate is like this, there is no need to be sad."

I choked and didn't know how to take it.

I smiled and said, "I heard others mention that Tao Niangzi is still my mother's childhood playmate, and I don't know if it's true or not."

Her face was as pale as ever, and she was still contentedly tinkering with her tea.

I couldn't sit still and wanted to get straight to the point. Looking sideways at the pipa wrapped in black cloth on the table, I wanted to take out the painting hidden in the pipa and show it to Anping to confirm whether the person on the painting was Dong Jia, but after thinking about it, I still felt that it was very inappropriate to speak directly.

If the person on the painting is not Dong Jia, asking her so bluntly is afraid that it will plainly outline Anping's sadness, but it will cause unhappiness. But if this person is Dong Jia, how will she explain the relationship between Dong Jia and Changji!

I don't want to hold back and not speak anymore, if I don't figure it out today, I'll keep it in my heart and think about it over and over again.

After a moment's thought, I pretended to be distressed and said, "Alas, Changji quarreled with me again. ”

An Ping's eyes were really sad when he heard this, and he quickly put down the teacup and asked, "Quarreled?" So what's going on? ”

I let out a long sigh and said unhurriedly, "It's not for a painting. Because a painting was lost inexplicably, I don't know what precious ink treasure was to blame. At first, the painting was gone, and Changji thought that I had stolen it and refused to hand it over, so he scolded me indiscriminately, saying that I had tampered with his things without his consent, and that I was a thief. I was so angry that I had a big fight with him. This is the only quarrel we have had since we got married, and it was fierce. If it weren't for the spilled maidservant who returned the painting, I would still be charged with stealing the painting, and I would have been wronged. ”

An Ping's worries receded slightly, but he still cared about the matter, and patiently asked: "What kind of painting is that, it is also worth Changji to lose such a big temper?" I'm curious to see how expensive this painting is. ”

Anping is a painting idiot, the favorite Danqing ancient paintings, at this moment I deliberately talk about painting, just to arouse her interest, she will not be cold before.

I struck while the iron was hot, continued to attract her attention, and pretended to be angry and said, "Not really. It's not a precious ancient work, and it's worth shouting at me, which is really excessive. ”

"Listening to your tone, you already know what kind of painting it is? So what is this painting? Whose Mobao is it? ”

I sighed and said sadly: "It's just an ordinary picture of a beauty, and it's not a masterpiece, but the person in the painting is a little special." The person in the painting is a woman in a military uniform, heroic, eyebrows and eyes are moving, look carefully, her eyebrows and eyes are still a little like Wen Liangdi. When I first saw this painting, I was very disappointed, and I mistook the person in Changji's heart for Wen'er, and I was very sad. Because of this, I was still angry with Changji, and I didn't pay attention to him for a long time. Soon after, when I went to visit the crown princess again, I met Wen Liangdi. During the conversation, she suddenly mentioned the painting to me, and she said that the person who painted it was not her. I was relieved, it turned out that I had misunderstood Changji. ”

An Ping's eyes were bright, he covered his mouth with a chuckle, and joked to me: "You kid just has too many eyes and thinks crankily all day long." Don't you know who Changji has in his heart, who else can he be besides you. Although I have also thought of making Wener a daughter-in-law before, Changji has never expressed his position, and he has no thoughts about Wener. Besides, this matter has not been turned a long time ago. She is now the crown prince Liangdi, you are the princess Jing, you each have your own destiny, you have already distinguished the number of paths, even if she and Changji really have any affection, it is impossible, so why bother not to pursue the past. ”

I smiled and said yes, to see Anping divert the conversation, and quickly turned the topic back to the right path, and continued: "Mother is also right, Wen Liangdi and Changji are really impossible, how can the person on the painting be her, I must have been confused before, so I ate dry vinegar." It's just that what bothers me now is not Wen Liangdi, but the person in the painting. ”

As I spoke, I pretended to glance at An Ping unintentionally, but she still treated it indifferently.

"Mother, you say, is there anyone in this world who is alike?"

She was stunned and said, "How could you think of asking this?"

"It's really strange and puzzling. At first glance, the person in the painting really looks like Wen'er, but if you look closely, you can still tell that these are two different people. If she wasn't Win, who could she be? ”

An Ping's eyes flickered, as if he was uneasy.

I tried my best to hide my inner turmoil, and I said to myself, "Does Mother remember Dongjia?"

"I don't remember."

She replied crisply and without hesitation, but confirmed that they knew each other.

"Do you really not remember, or do you forget for a while? I heard that the woman named Dong Jia was half of Beiqiu, and her mother was Princess Heqin who went to Beiqiu from Nanzhan, and she returned to Jiankang with her mother after her father died. ”

An Ping's expression was indifferent, and he said solemnly: "So what the hell are you going to say!" Don't ask me, I don't know anything. ”

I was dumbfounded, it seems that there is nothing to say here in Anping, I hurriedly said goodbye, just picked up the pipa to leave, but Anping stood up all of a sudden, grabbed me and said, "What are you holding in your hand?" Open it up and show me. ”

I gently placed the lute on the table again, and lifted the black cloth to reveal its true body. An Ping's eyes were bright as he looked at the pipa, and his fingers trembled slightly.

I saw all the strangeness of her, and I asked, "Mother, do you know this lute?"

She hesitated for a moment and shook her head: "I don't know." ”

I tried to ask, "Do you really not know?" ”

An Ping's face changed slightly, then he became serious, and took a sip of tea before replying to me: "How can I know it." ”

"No, you know."

Anping was rarely angry, although I knew that continuing to ask would definitely make her angry, but the doubts in my heart could not be solved, and I always thought in my heart that it would torment me every day.

So I mustered up my courage and whispered, "You actually know Dongjia. Not only do you know each other, but you have grown up together since childhood, and you have known each other for a long time. The person on the painting is not Wen'er, just a person who is similar to her, and this person who is similar to her is actually Dong Jia, right? Dong Jia and Tao Niangzi have a very strong relationship, and they are also friends with you since childhood. She later became the concubine of the former crown prince Bailifu. But she seems to have disappeared after a palace change. ”

An stood up calmly, condescendingly, and looked down at me coldly: "Who is Dong Jia who is cheering you up, and what is the purpose of the person who said these things to you!" What the hell is going to do with this, you ask? ”

The more she spoke, the louder she became, her emotions were out of control, and her expression was slightly hideous.

I didn't dare to stare at An Ping, this time I was really scared, squirmed, and slowly spit out the words: "I'm just curious, I'm curious about the relationship between the person in this painting and Changji, why he has this painting, and he cares so much about the person in this painting."

Her pupils shrank, she looked at me in shock, and said word by word: "Then let me ask you, who mentioned Dongjia to you!" Is it pottery dyeing clothes? ”

I stiffened my neck and didn't nod to admit it, but An Ping had already seen everything, and said with a sneer: "I didn't expect that your relationship is quite good, she would mention these past events with you, and also talked about Dong Jia, it's really incredible."

Anping her, she actually said something similar to Tingsheng.

I bit my lip and asked again, "So, what exactly does Dongjia have to do with Changji?"

She seemed irritated and shouted, "It's okay, they have nothing to do with each other."

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