"Painter Aihua."

At the moment when Aihua was about to lean over and kiss him, Rong Hui ran to him in a panic and made a sound to stop him, and his two hands were anxious to grab Aihua and throw him out.

Seeing that Aihua turned his head in confusion and that things were not developing, Rong Hui immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained the rules to him.

"Painter Aihua, we don't practice this kind of etiquette here. Moreover, this girl is from the Huaiwang Mansion, so you don't dare to touch it casually. ”

Rong Hui said, pinching the orchid finger, and cautiously and panickedly took Chang Le's hand out of Aihua's hand. Separated the two of them with his own hands, and it was a relief to allow them to return.

He was really thinking about Aihua Painter. If King Huai knew that this foreign painter had kissed his own person, what if he got angry and asked for someone in the palace? According to King Huai's temperament, it must be difficult for the saint to appease.

Aihua slowly straightened up, smiled slightly, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was abrupt just now." So you are the woman who is pregnant with the king? ”

For the image of King Huai, Aihua's impression is still quite deep. After all, it is so good-looking, with the softness of a woman but without losing the strength of a man, it is the first time he has seen a man who perfectly combines aristocratic temperament and romantic ruffianism.

Thinking of such an excellent woman in front of him, who turned out to be his woman, he felt a little suitable, but also a little lost in his heart.

Before Aihua finished sighing, Chang Le had already explained weakly: "I'm not his woman, we're just friends." ”

In view of the presence of this Rong Hui chamberlain, Chang Le did not dare to directly say that King Huai was her eldest brother. But judging from the expression of the waiter, he didn't believe this kind of thing very much.

"Forget it, I don't want to talk about it."

Chang Le was tired of explaining this kind of thing, and firmly believed that it was enough for King Huai to treat her as his younger brother. Turning his head, he smiled kindly again, and said to Aihua.

"Perhaps, we can be good friends too! Let's contribute to the exchange of painting art. ”

"Yes." Aihua smiled again.

Chang Le once again had the idea of touching his plush head: "By the way, my name is Chang Le, you can call me by my name directly in the future." ”

Aihua nodded: "Okay." ”

"I haven't taken you to see my studio yet, I'll take you around now and introduce you to it."

Chang Le felt that he was almost done talking, and it was time to find a way to deepen the relationship and then cut to the chase. Take the lead and lead Aihua out.

"By the way, I heard that you have been here for a few days, have you learned our ink painting method?"

"I haven't had a chance to learn yet." Aihua shook his head helplessly. In fact, he didn't have a chance to learn, and those Dongge Scholars might not necessarily teach him.

"Then I can teach you." Chang Le Mao then recommended himself, "Although I don't know much, I can draw a basic one, but I should be able to lead you into the door, if you still want to study in depth, you can find a great painter to learn." ”

"The girl is modest, your "Eight Horses" is very well painted, listen to the saint, the use of ink is good and special."

"Yes, the Holy One still said such things? What else has the Holy Lord praised me? ”

"No, that's all."

……

Chang Le took De Aihua around the workshop.

After Aihua saw the charcoal paintings in the novelty area, his eyes glowed green, and he couldn't help but sigh again and again, and began to communicate with Chang Le about the paintings and his thoughts on the paintings.

Aihua never skimps on every word of praise, and praises Chang Le as a perfect character like a goddess. Chang Le laughed like a flower, frantically suppressing the pride and complacency in his heart. She felt that if she continued to communicate with Aihua, she might really have to float to the sky to be a fairy.

When the conversation was at its most energetic, Chang Le turned a corner and brought the topic to the matter of hunting. After learning that Aihua felt a little difficult about completing "Hunting Map" in a short period of time, he immediately said that he could help him, and by the way, he also wanted to see the scene of the hunt.

Aihua didn't think much about it, he just thought that this method was very good, so he said that he would make this suggestion to the saint when he returned, and let Chang Le be his assistant to help complete the "Hunting Map".

After getting this promise, Chang Le has been waiting for Aihua's feedback, hoping that he can really help him win a place to go hunting.

This expectation has not been slow to materialize.

Early the next morning, Chang Nei came to Huai Wang's Mansion again and passed on the holy message to Chang Le:

Special order, Chang Le, the owner of Tianjia Painting Workshop, hunted on the fifth day of the eighth month to assist the painter De Aihua to complete the "Hunting Map".

That night, Chang Le stood guard at the gate of the palace.

When King Huai rode a horse and returned by moonlight, Chang Le ran to the door to greet him.

"Why are you here?" King Huai was a little surprised, dismounted and handed the reins to the guards, and looked at Chang Le jumping like a bird, and couldn't help laughing, "What's the good thing about you?" ”

"Big brother, I can go to the paddock." Chang Le excitedly hugged King Huai's arm, looked at him with a blank eye, and said, "Big brother, how is it?" Am I good? ”

King Huai glanced at her dotingly, and said, "You got in touch with that foreign painter so quickly?" ”

"You know that? Did Ren Yun tell you? ”

Chang Le swept towards Ren Yun very unwillingly.

She didn't tell King Huai about herself and Aihua Painter yesterday, she just wanted to wait for the matter to show off after it was completed, but she didn't expect Ren Yun to be deflated in advance. Now, the thrill of creating surprises is gone.

Ren Yun coughed twice, and straightened his chest very hard, meaning that he was a good man who stood up to the sky, and would never do such a thing.

King Huai couldn't reach out and knock her elm head because his arm was grabbed by Chang Le, so he only said, "That's it, Ren Yun said?" This king doesn't need to guess to know. ”

"Tsk, that big brother is really amazing. Big brother, guess again, how do I get to the paddock? Chang Le followed King Huai's steps closely and walked from the gate of the mansion to the Yuan Palace.

King Huai was also cooperative, and deliberately paused for a while, and when Chang Le couldn't wait to tell him, he said leisurely: "It's nothing more than the foreign painter who said that he moved the imperial brother and asked you to follow as a child." What else can be done? ”

This is also the method that King Huai had expected when he told Chang Le before.

Chang Le saw that he guessed exactly the score, and immediately wanted to change his thighs with admiration. He let go of his arm and couldn't help but applaud his admiration for him.

"Big brother is amazing!"

This is a fact that the king has known for a long time. Tell me something that the king does not know. ”

As soon as Chang Le left, King Huai felt that his body was much lighter, and he walked more relaxed, but he deliberately slowed down his pace. Looking at her stupid appearance, the fatigue of the day has dissipated a lot, and now I can't help but want to ridicule and bully her. I couldn't help but feel heavy.

Seeing that the day of hunting is coming, no useful clues have been found about the intersection between the horse and the Yuguo people. The thought that Princess Shun'an is still the wife of the concubine is annoyed in my heart.

From the beginning, he was not in favor of the marriage. But it was the eldest princess who gave the marriage, and the saint did not object, and even Si An himself did not say anything unwilling, so what qualification did he have to say anything against it?

None of the things that this eldest princess did were pleasant!

He is just distressed now, and it is clear that Si'an is also a simple-hearted person like Chang Le, but now that he has no edges and corners, he is still entrusted to no one.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

Chang Le saw that King Huai was suddenly silent, his peach blossom face was faintly cold under the moonlight, and he asked with some concern.

King Huai came back to his senses and faced her, like a peach blossom after the ice and snow melted, smiling brightly.

"Nothing. If you are looking for a husband in the future, you must keep your eyes open, and you have to find what you like. ”

After speaking, King Huai rubbed Chang Le's hair very dotingly. The eyes are gentle like water, but there is no ambiguity, and what flows quietly is a purer feeling.

Chang Le didn't know why he said this, he was a little stunned for a moment, stared up at him, felt his touch, and found the doting in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but be soft.

She is an only child at home and has no brother, she saw the image of her brother in the comics, and has always hoped to have such a brother who spoils her sister. Now, that idea seems to have come true suddenly.

Every picture of King Huai's kindness to her quickly played in her mind. Especially this time, if it weren't for King Huai's help, she might still be lying in bed and dying.

At the end of July, the lotus flowers are still blooming, and some of them are already withering. The faint fragrance quietly spread in the night, dyeing on the sideburns of the two people on the curved bridge.

The undercurrent is surging, and the moonlight is just right. Two figures landed on the surface of the lake, rippling layer by layer with ripples, but never moved and disappeared.

Yi Yun, Ren Yun, and Shili and Wuze stood far away, looking at this picture, with different emotions.

"Thank you, big brother." Chang Le grinned sincerely, as bright as a flower.

The two crossed the curved bridge, one tall and one short, and the two backs flashed on the water, laughing and laughing, but there was a bit of harmony.

"Big brother, I haven't seen the lord for a long time, where has the lord gone?"

"He's busy with something and he'll be back after a while."

"He's been sent out by you again? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss it so much! ”

"I think you want to show him that you can go hunting now?"

"What do you mean to show off? That's called sharing, this is called sharing joy! ”

……

On the fifth day of the eighth month, the Son of Heaven hunted.

The Great Clan has a hunt every year, around August and September. According to divination, the fifth day of August this year is the day of hunting.

Since July, the Qin Heavenly Prison has been keeping a close eye on the changing stars to predict the weather conditions. Yesterday, Qin Tianjian watched the stars again at night, and learned that today was a beautiful day with a sunny day, and there were no clouds, which was suitable for hunting.

Today, dawn fell a little early, and it was a good day, which can be said to be the best day in days.

When the first rays of the sun appeared, dispelling the clouds and mist, dissipating the haze, and revealing the blue sky, nearly sixty or seventy thousand people had gathered in the large square in front of the Xuanwu Gate of the Imperial Palace. Flags are ringing.

It is bounded by the main way, and everyone is divided on both sides. On the left and right of the main road, civil and military officials stand according to their ranks. Divided into two sides, there is a formation of 50,000 forbidden troops, all wearing helmets and armor, holding spears, standing upright, majestic.