Jiang Zitang has always kept his promises, so since he agreed, I naturally let go of my heart, although no matter how you look at him, he is a little reluctant?

However, I know that if Jiang Zitang is unwilling to do something, he will not agree to it anyway.

The night breeze in Chang'an is always a little cool, and when I get through the window, my heartbeat gradually calms down, and I am still as nervous as before when I am alone with Jiang Zitang.

Neither of them was silent for a moment, and I clearly felt that Youdao's gaze had been locked on me, and I didn't dare to look over, so I looked at it with my eyes.

Jiang Zitang's study is furnished in the same way as in his house, only a few bookshelves, a bookcase, and the four treasures of the study are complete.

When my eyes fell on a corner, I couldn't take my eyes off it, there was a painting hanging there, there was a little girl in the painting, the girl's smiling eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the flowers were colorful, but it was not as beautiful as the smile on the corner of the girl's mouth.

I knew the little girl best, she was exactly the same as I was a child, but this girl's smile was much brighter than mine.

Jiang Zitang turned his head to look at the painting, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he opened his mouth with the wind: "Does the princess like this painting?" ”

I didn't dare to blink, for fear that what I saw was just a virtual image, Jiang Zitang's refusal to paint for me was true, but a portrait of me hanging in the study was also true.

At this moment, I don't care about any etiquette, I walked forward quickly, the paper fell on the belly of my hand and felt cold, and the sketch of the plain pen really warmed my heart.

I turned my head to look at Jiang Zitang and asked anxiously, "The person in this painting is me, but me?" ”

"Nature."

Jiang Zitang replied categorically, without the slightest hesitation, the eyes of the girl who touched the painting were full of caution and disbelief, she seemed to think that this was impossible at all.

She came to him and asked him if he could make a picture for her, and she would hang it in her room, and look at it every day before going to bed, and wake up every morning, so that she could be happy all day.

And what did he say? It was nothing more than some cold and ruthless refusal, and he watched the light in the little girl's eyes dissipate little by little, and at the end he reluctantly smiled and told him that nothing happened.

Jiang Zitang only felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had been grabbed by someone, and he was about to lose his breath.

"Prime Minister Jiang, what's wrong with you? But what's uncomfortable? ”

I thought I wanted to say goodbye to Jiang Zitang, but when I looked back, I saw that his face was pale, which scared me.

Jiang Zitang shook his head, walked over slowly, stopped in front of the painting and suddenly asked me, "Can you give this painting to the princess?" ”

In the past, I begged Jiang Zitang for a painting, and I tried everything to use it but couldn't succeed, but now, how can it be so easy?

It's just that if you take the painting, it's just one more thing that touches the scene.

"Prime Minister Jiang, there's no need."

Jiang Zitang, who was about to raise his hand to take down the painting, made a move, and the little girl in the painting was obviously full of smiles, but he was like falling into an ice cellar.

Jiang Zitang closed his eyes to the painting and asked softly, "Didn't the princess let her ministers paint in the past?" Why don't you want it? But the painting of the disgusting minister is too poor? ”

Three questions in a row made me not know how to speak, how could Jiang Zitang's painter be able to afford a bad word, everyone knows, Xiangye mentioned the pen, and the gold paper appeared.

It's just that it's not the past, maybe this painting is just because of my identity as a princess.