Somehow, when Chang Le heard this, his heart was like flowers blooming everywhere. Looking at Si Boyan's dark brown eyes, there was a moment of nervousness, and he immediately shifted his gaze.

After coming here for so long, it is rare to hear a man praise her so seriously, and I can't accept it for a while, and my brain is a little sluggish.

"I want to try this painting too, but I wonder if I can try one?" Si Boyan said again.

Chang Le immediately sobered up and smiled slightly: "Naturally." ”

"Okay, let's try this "Mountains and Rivers"." Si Boyan pointed to a picture scroll facing him.

Chang Le's smiling face froze for a moment. This "Mountains and Rivers" is no less difficult than "Phoenix", mainly because the color areas are many and small, which requires a lot of patience and, of course, a lot of time.

Judging by the emperor's intentions, he wanted to finish painting here before leaving, and he would have to paint until dark. She is still very hungry now, and after finishing painting with him for free, she still has to go hungry, and she has to endure multiple tortures such as awkward conversations and fear of his identity. I was abused physically and mentally, and I couldn't think about it.

"What? Miss Chang is in a dilemma? Si Boyan turned his gaze back and asked.

Chang Le met his gaze, instantly softened, took a deep breath, and smiled brightly: "No, I just think that the master likes works like "Mountains and Rivers". ”

Si Boyan's eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth smiled lightly.

Chang Le didn't see it, otherwise he would have to be a nymphomaniac. She took out the oil paper from under the "Mountains and Rivers" and said, "Master, wait a minute, I'll go get the paint." ”

"Hmm."

Si Boyan bowed his head and turned sideways to let Chang Le leave.

Chang Le took the oil note, walked quickly to the stairs, and quickly ran downstairs with his skirt, the stairs made a loud sound and the subtle "squeak" sound of the wooden structure rubbing.

When the movement stopped, Si Boyan walked to another painting area and said softly: "Shan Xin." ”

The single chamberlain hurried up a few steps and replied respectfully: "Master." ”

"This Chang clan, is there any change from what you saw before?" Si Boyan couldn't help but discuss the last two sentences.

Shan Nei said in a low voice: "This, the slave maid has only seen Chang's once, when she was seriously ill and kneeling in the ice and snow, I only remember that she is really pitiful." Now it seems that there are indeed a lot of complexions, but people are not very fat. ”

"You have a good memory, you know if you're fat or not." Si Boyan laughed and pulled out the royal fan from his waist.

Shan Nei hurriedly said shyly: "Last time, the master specially instructed me to take a good look, but it was engraved in my mind at the time, and I still remember it now." ”

Si Boyan smiled, sighed for no reason, looked at a few of everyone's works on the wall, and stared at a "Picture of the Mountains and Rivers".

In the painting, on the left is a group of mountains, to the right the terrain is gradually flattening, the river is gracefully turning into a serpentine shape, and on the plains on both sides are rows of houses. It's like a prosperous state.

This is the view of the southwest.

"I can't get enough of this prosperous country."

Shan Nei stood upright and echoed: "Your Majesty, why are you worried? There is time. ”

"The ancient emperors can also go hunting every three or five years and travel all over the world." Si Boyan couldn't help but be stunned, "If I have the opportunity, I also want to go and see this great river and mountain in person." ”

"Where is the ancient country as vast as it is now? And the princes of the world are in charge, and the Son of Heaven can and must patrol in all directions. "If everything is complicated today, it is all controlled by His Majesty, and it is really busy, and it is difficult to get out." ”

"In the past, there were princes, but now I also have a hundred officials?" Si Boyan said that, and then he sighed lightly, and happened to hear the sound of the stairs, his frowning brows relaxed, and he smiled bitterly, "That's it, let's solve the matter in front of me first." ”

Chang Le came upstairs with a tray of paint, but he didn't see Si Boyan in the entertainment area, and couldn't help but wonder where the people went.

"Here." Seeing that Chang Le was a little tiger-headed, Shan Nei couldn't help but remind him.

Chang Le followed the sound to see them, smiled and went to the cabinet to take out a roll of paper, spread it on the large table with four seats, pressed the three sides with a ruler, and said, "The paint and paper are ready, the master just fills in the color." ”

When Si Boyan arrived at the table, Chang Le brought a coded drawing with only the outline of the original painting and pressed it in front of Si Boyan. When everything was done, they waited beside it.

Si Boyan picked up the fine with great interest, began to mix colors, and said, "Shan Xin, you go to the store and look around, if there are any good paintings." So he bought it and brought it back to the palace. ”

I often listen to it, and I can't help but light up in my eyes. The emperor bought paintings in her workshop, can she take them out and blow them?

Shan Xin had already retreated and went directly to the first floor. The entire second floor was empty, and only Chang Le and Si Boyan were left.

When he was bored, Chang Le could only look at Si Boyan's color drawing. Looking at this, Chang Le couldn't help but start to have pink bubbles in front of his eyes again.

His hand holding the pen is slender and fair, and it is very beautiful. Speaking of which, the hands of the lord and King Huai are also the same and good-looking.

Chang Le has always felt that there is a general mystery in boys, no matter whether people are good-looking or not, their hands are always good-looking. The boys who are anti-normal are like this, so that their rough hands have nowhere to go.

His gaze gradually moved upward, and finally landed on Si Boyan's side face.

Si Boyan's side face is really handsome, especially his deep eyes, which are clear and shallow, not affectionate, but also charming. He doesn't smile, but he doesn't have an iceberg face, and he will smile when he should smile, which always makes people feel a sense of affinity.

Xu is Changle stared too intently, Si Boyan was a little uncomfortable, and his heart was "groaning", he turned his head to look at her, his brows were slightly furrowed and he was a little expectant, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing."

Suddenly caught his sight, Chang Le lowered his head in embarrassment to cover up. His eyes inadvertently fell on the ivory fan on the table, and Chang Le's palms were a little itchy.

That fan has been with her for more than half a year, and she has some feelings. I heard that it was soaked and damaged, and I was very distressed, you must know that this fan is the ancestral treasure that she can't wait to offer. I couldn't help but think of the group of people who forced her to jump into the river. So, who wanted to harm her that day?

Si Boyan saw that she was in a daze again, the emotions on her face were complicated and changing, but her eyes were on the royal fan. Si Boyan put down the fine and took the fan from the side.

Chang Le's gaze unconsciously moved with the fan, and finally saw it frozen in mid-air, with a white hand pinching it, then he felt that something was wrong, his brain suddenly cleared up, and his eyes turned slightly, and he saw Si Boyan's side face.

Subconsciously, Chang Le swallowed his saliva, a little weak. She didn't covet the fan, she really didn't.

Si Boyan grabbed the panic in her eyes, turned the fan and said, "Do you know the origin of this fan?" ”

"Say this fan is yours." Chang Le replied with a puzzled face, not knowing what Si Boyan meant by asking, "The painting above is the only surviving work of Feng Zishan. They all said you cherish this fan. ”

"You know quite a bit."

Si Boyan couldn't deny it, and with a flick of his fingers, he opened the fan, and the fan surface was presented in front of Chang Le.

Chang Le is also sensitive to painting, and immediately noticed that the ink on the painting fan was smeared. Xu is the influence of professionalism, looking at that place, I immediately felt uncomfortable, distressed, and my face was pulled together. The destruction of any masterpiece is a tragedy in cultural history.

And the participants in this tragedy are actually her. Chang Le instantly felt that he was a sinner in history, and stretched out his finger to touch it, but Si Boyan closed the fan again, turned it around and put it on the table, not letting Chang Le be next to him.

Chang Le couldn't help but blame himself even more, drooped his head, and admitted his mistake: "I was wrong, it's all because I didn't protect the fan well, which made it ruined." If I had known who had harmed me, I would have strangled them to death and thrown them into a kiln to burn figurines for a fan to bury! ”

At the end, Chang Le gritted his teeth and muttered.

Although the voice of the last sentence was quite small, Chang Le stood close, and Si Boyan's ear power was good, so he naturally heard it clearly. When I looked back at the fan, I suddenly felt a little relieved, and my fingers unintentionally put on the fan, and I looked around casually, with a hint of relief in my eyes.

Before handing over the fan to King Huai, he was already not at ease, afraid that King Huai's fun-loving nature might destroy the fan one day. I learned before that King Huai gave a fan as a reward to a woman, and he was even more angry, and no one dared to enter the imperial study for several days.

Now I find that Chang's is different from ordinary women, not only cherishing his folding fan, but also a person who knows how to paint. Suddenly felt that the fan was much better in her hand than in the hands of King Huai. It's just that the fan was destroyed in her hands after all.

"King Huai said, you take the fan back to the palace to repair it, is this no one repairing it?" Chang Le asked cautiously, in front of the fan, he had forgotten to pay attention to the words of respect and humility, and he spoke more casually.

Si Boyan didn't pay attention for a while, just nodded with deep eyes: "Feng Zishan's painting, whoever repairs it on it only adds more stains on this painting." "Including himself.

Chang Le was silent and didn't say much, and accompanied him depressedly, and was a little angry from time to time. It's just that I remembered that group of people again.

"If I remember correctly, you're just a peasant girl, right?"

Si Boyan picked up the fine thread again and continued to color, and suddenly felt that although this method was very naïve, it was very patient and nurturing. You don't have to think about it at all, you just need to fill in the blanks according to the numbers, just like filling in a certain emptiness in your heart. Although there is no technical art to speak of, it is also a good way to relax.

So much so that he relaxed and didn't know that he had returned to his usual emperor-like way of speaking.

Chang Le's mind suddenly burst, he didn't expect someone to mention this matter again, so he just cared about coping with it, thinking that he was the emperor and just made himself more complete when he made up lies.

"I guess I broke my brain before, I don't remember."

"Oh." Si Boyan groaned, and said casually, "You mean that Zhang Changxiu forced you to touch the pillar at the beginning?" ”

After the words fell, Si Boyan also took the time to raise his head and glance at Chang Le, looking for a confirmed gaze. Chang Le was stunned for a moment, his eyes were suspicious, and he looked at him with a frown. Si Boyan's brows jumped, and he found that as an emperor, it was probably a little abrupt to ask such an inquiry. He lowered his head again and continued what he was doing, his face unchanged.

"I also listened to King Huai."

Chang Le's brows deepened, and he couldn't help muttering: "Why is King Huai again, he has a big mouth." ”

The tinker of the dotted color trembled, almost dotting the emerald green to the other areas. Si Boyan narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed the smile that suddenly sprung up, tightened the pen in his hand, and said secretly: It is not easy to meet a person who controls King Huai, and it is also very interesting.