The envoy sent a letter to the palace, telling Concubine Li to leave Zhu Yaoyuan to treat her illness in Deshui Xuan, and Ling Jun took care of the people and prepared a temporary room for Zhu Yaoyuan in the Three Princes' Mansion.

After all, Zhu Yaoyuan is a princess with a title, living in Deshui Xuan, easy to attract tongues, she can only be wronged, and goes back and forth between the Three Princes' Mansion in the city and Deshui Xuan outside the city every day.

But Rao is like this, Zhu Yaoyuan is still very happy.

Because of this, you can see Wan Jingchu every day, and talk about the piano and music with Wan Jingchu every day, without being on guard from time to time, step by step, and be cautious of the many "cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods" in the palace.

Liu Qingxin prepared a decoction for Zhu Yaoyuan, and instructed Wan Jingchu to stare at her every day, Wan Jingchu was rigorous, and every time he could pinch the heat and time.

Zhu Yaoyuan drank a warm heart, only to feel that the astringent decoction had also become sweet, but it also saved Liu Qing's trouble, and she didn't have to nag her from time to time like staring at other patients.

With the help of Zhu Yaoyuan, Liu Qingxin spent two days to get acquainted with the intricacies of the Yanjing wealthy family, during which Li Huyue, who returned to Beijing, came to Deshui Xuan and thanked her, but she made Lixia and blocked him from the door.

"Count the days, then Li Huyue, it's time to remove the splint on his hand and visit again."

Handing the newly written score in his hand to Zhu Yaoyuan, Liu Qingxin stretched his waist and stood up.

The day before, she listened to Zhu Yaoyuan playing the piano, and commented on two sentences of "mouth owing", and where she had a wrong understanding of the situation, she was caught by the two "piano idiots", and threatened to play the mountains and rivers with the threat of "don't give a demonstration, don't leave your room".

I never thought that the night before, the two people who left even coaxed and deceived them really came to continue to "consult" with her "early in the morning".

She felt that the two of them were studious and had some talent, so she casually played a song that she had written herself to kill boredom and played it for them to play.

"This piece is really wonderful!"

"When we go back and practice well, we'll bother my sister-in-law again!"

Zhu Yaoyuan was like a treasure, carefully held the new score transcribed by Liu Qingxin in his hand, read it carefully three times, and then carefully handed it to Wan Jingchu, who carefully folded it and put it in his waist purse.

"There are some things that need to be understood by yourself, and the guidance of others is just an external force after all."

"You can pop "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to make people cry, but you can't play "Mountains and Flowing Water" to a wonderful realm, that's why."

Liu Qingxin moved his muscles and bones, then turned around and walked towards Ling Jun, who had been keeping his head down and writing and drawing on the bookcase.

Isn't there something wrong with this?

Usually, people who hate not to stick to her are good, how can they ...... today?

On the rice paper in front of Ling Jun, a large piece of ink has been paved, although it has not yet been completed, the artistic conception has been natural.

He painted a vast mountain, and at the bottom of the mountain, there was a village, and in the village, the lights were dim.

Liu Qingxin quietly filed the case, looking at Ling Jun's selfless state, adding plants and trees to the painting, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

He was painting the mood of the piece she had played before, and the loneliness and longing that was similar to when she wrote it.

At that time, she was following her master to practice medicine in the mountains, and at the foot of the mountain where they lived there was such a sparsely populated village.

At that time, she always liked to sit on the cliff at night, let her legs hang down naturally, silently count the lights in the village, and imagine how happy and tired of her relatives were during the day, dancing and talking about what she saw and heard during the day.

"Do you know, take it lightly, in those days, I was chased and killed by Zhu Ling, seriously injured and hid in the mountains and forests, and at night, I looked at such a scene, and I was bored and made a wish to the gods and Buddhas one by one."

"Let them keep me from dying."

"Bless me one day, the old revenge will be avenged."

"Bless me to find the love of my life."

"In short, all the good things I can think of have made a wish, for fear that as soon as I fall asleep, I will become a wolf ration, and I will never see the sun the next day."

Speaking of this, Ling Jun paused slightly.

Then, I took a new lake pen in my hand, and on the other half of the inkstone, I studied a piece of gold ink.

"I don't know which god heard my prayer and sent you."

"But I promise you, be careful, in your lifetime, I will never let you go back to heaven, and I will never allow anyone to take you away from me."

As he spoke, Ling Jun had already studied the gold ink, put it on the paper, dotted the bright starry sky, and then filled in a small word in the blank space of the paper.

"Who doesn't have long eyes and dares to snatch people from your 'evil star'?"

"This has to be, how tired you are of life to do this kind of thing, which you can't get along with yourself!"

smiled and scolded Ling Jun, raised his hand, and poked lightly at the door of his head.

Liu Qingxin knew that Ling Jun was an extremely insecure person.

Xu was before, he lost too many relationships, he always thought about clenching his hands and keeping what he has now, but this is like holding fine sand in his hands, the tighter he grasps it, the easier it is to lose.

Enemies, clever enemies, will always look for weaknesses.

And among his enemies, apparently, there are not too many fools.

"You woman!"

"I'm telling you my heart, you, you're gagging with me!"

was squeezed by Liu's two sentences, which made him red-faced.

Ling Jun put down the lake pen in his hand helplessly, grabbed Liu Qingxin's finger that poked his eyebrows, sent it to his lips, and bit it gently.

I have to admit that Liu Qingxin's "run" is far more reassuring to him than promises and comforts.

It is a blessing for a person to live in the world and meet a confidant, not to mention, is this confidant or a wife who can accompany him in this life?

"I am pleased with you, lightly."

"This life is not long, only hope, don't leave and don't give up."

Ling Jun's voice was like a mosquito and a fly, and when he finished saying this, he suddenly blushed his cheeks and lowered his head.

This confession came from the heart, and it was born so suddenly that he didn't even have time to make any preparations, so he said it in one go.

But at this moment, after finishing speaking, he calmed down and felt that he should take something out and give it to his wife as a token of this confession, which was an extremely embarrassing discovery, and he didn't have anything decent on his body at all that could be used as a token to send!

"Okay."

Seeing his embarrassed Liu Qingxin, he agreed with a smile.

Then, pretending to be unknown, he set his eyes on the map of the mountains he had drawn earlier.

"Later, let Lixia find someone to frame this painting, and leave it until the end of our lives, and put it in the coffin with other burial goods."

"Well, you say, what color base is good for mounting?"

A wise woman always knows that she must save face for her husband in front of outsiders.

And Zhu Yaoyuan and Wan Jingchu, who were in this room, staring at the two of them "observing" with great interest, obviously also belonged to the category of "outsiders".

"Red."

"The Ming Dynasty is the dynasty of fire and virtue, and it is respected by red."

"I'm also a prince anyway, and I give a token to my beloved, naturally, I should have a red foundation."

The surname of the Ming Dynasty was Zhu.

Influenced by Si Tianjian's stargazing words, even the clothes and words and deeds of the heirs are in line with the appearance of fire virtue among the five elements, which is the best consideration.

And the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, except for Emperor Jianwen, who was heavy on literature and light on martial arts, and was ousted from the throne by his uncle, there is no one, not a fire personality.

Ling Jun too.

It's just that in order to hide from Emperor Jiaqing and his grandfather, he was born against the bones, and in terms of fate, the ominous person who would kill the king and seize the throne did not die, and the eight characters of his birthday on his face were changed to a year younger than Zhu Lingling.

"I also think red looks good."

Liu Qingxin smiled and nodded, accepting Ling Jun's sincerity.

He has not yet been made a prince.

Even the clothes and accessories dare not be mixed with too much red, in case they will be criticized by those who have a heart.

But in order to give her the best promise, he did not hesitate to "risk his life" today.

"But it's all red, I'm afraid it will be a little bit of a distraction from the artistic conception in the painting."

"Look, how about a red base with a silver tapestry?"

"Find a good weaver and weave a silver brocade with a spring grass pattern alone, and if you can't use it, you can also use it to wrap a gift box and use it when you send snacks to your father!"

Ling Jun is willing to be the king of Zhou You, who is the prince of the beacon opera, and Liu Qingxin doesn't want to be the praise of his "Jiangshan Sheji".

Her master once said.

A man is a sharp blade, expanding his territory, and fighting horses with iron and blood.

And a good woman is a scabbard, which not only protects him from hurting his body, but also does not give him too much restraint and hinder his future.

She was happy, so she naturally wanted to be his "scabbard" and not let him trouble him.

"It's up to you."

Knowing that Liu was lighthearted for his good, Ling Jun couldn't help but hook her lips and smile, reached out, and gently scratched her nose.

Men, after all, are not as careful as women.

Over the years, he has worked hard alone, how many losses he has suffered, and how many unwarranted disasters he has suffered, only he knows.

But now, to be exact, all the bad things are over.

He's too, a man with a lady!

After carefully observing the affection between Ling Jun and Liu Qingxin, Wan Jingchu turned his gaze back to Zhu Yaoyuan's face.

Then, he saw a look of envy in Zhu Yaoyuan's eyes.

"Lady, I'll also draw a sub-painting for you and frame a red background, okay?"

In terms of practice, Wan Jingchu is no worse than anyone else.

As for the qualifications of "transforming" into a spoiled wife madman, he is even better than Ling Jun.

After all, the previous generations of the masters of the Broken Nian Building are all infatuation seeds, and he can be regarded as ten out of ten "root is Miao Hong", and Ling Jun Ancestor, cough, forget it, there are a few emperors in the world, who can hold the original intention, only hand in hand with one person, and only with that person!

"Jing Chu likes to draw?"

"Good at Danqing, or Gongbi?"

Hearing that Wan Jingchu was going to send something to himself, Zhu Yaoyuan couldn't help but be overjoyed.

She originally thought that Wan Jingchu was just good at the piano, but she never thought that he still had a side specialty!