"Back to the emperor, I..." drew thirteen words to his mouth, but he had to swallow it. He understands that even if he spreads everything, even if the emperor misses Jiang Li a lot, how can he bring down Zhou Rong in just a few words? The time has not yet come.

"Back to the emperor, I saw these words in the "History of Da Yin Painting". The thirteen eyes of the painting drooped slightly, and the heart was tightly raised.

The emperor looked at the painting thirteen times, and everyone was worried and did not know the holy will. Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from above the hall to break Cen Silence, and Gonggong Wei also hurriedly smiled and asked, "Your Majesty, then you see who wins and who loses in this game?" ”

The emperor said quietly: "In the past, Jiang Li always said that I would not appreciate paintings, but after he has been gone for so many years, I gradually understand what kind of paintings are better." Zhou Qing, although your pen power has not diminished and your style is the same as before, painting such dusty things as bamboo is also unchanging flashy and extravagant, and your strengths have become a lesion. Sure enough, it is terrifying, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. Painting thirteen, is indeed an extraordinary painter, I am very happy. Arise, all of you. ”

Gonggong Wei looked at the thirteenth painting with a smile: "Don't thank you yet!" ”

Painting thirteen slowly kowtowed, Jingmo's hanging heart relaxed, and a smile filled the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, overjoyed. King Xuan also looked calmer, smiled and congratulated the thirteenth painting, and praised: "Brother Huang has good eyesight." Don't look at the young age of this thirteenth prince, but he has already painted a famous name in the rivers and lakes. It also has the reputation of "the pen is shocking, and the thirteen Langs are admired". ”

"Oh?" The emperor nodded with satisfaction, "Painting thirteen, I look at you as a steady and calm person, which is quite rare." Don't be arrogant if you win this one, and three days later, there will be a second game. These days, you live in the Hanlin Painting Garden, and Zhou Qing takes care of your daily affairs. Zhou Qing has always kept the Hanlin Painting Garden in order, and this little thing must not disappoint me, right? ”

Zhou Rong was reluctant in his heart, but he had to put on a smiling face: "The emperor can rest assured, minister, obey orders." ”

"Good. Three days later, you two are still comparing paintings. The emperor raised his eyes slightly, "The weather is getting colder and colder, you pay attention to your body, if you accidentally get sick and can't come to the palace to compare paintings, I want to ask Zhou Qing." ”

Everyone listened to the emperor's gentle laughter, and everyone with a clear eye heard the meaning of the words. Zhou Rongzhan nodded tremblingly: "Yes, yes, the emperor can rest assured." ”

As the hour got late, the emperor motioned for everyone to retreat. Outside the palace gate, King Xuan couldn't help but ask Hua Thirteen suspiciously: "This is the first game, how dare you take such a big risk?" I'm almost going to blame you. ”

"What the emperor is not satisfied with is only my explanation of the bamboo shadow, not the painting of the bamboo shadow itself. The prince also heard it, and the emperor already knew the disadvantages of Zhou Rong's painting, otherwise, why did he go near and seek the world's painters? "Drawing thirteen pairs of answers.

King Xuan was slightly stunned: "Your explanation about the bamboo shadow——"

"Lord, the emperor is waiting for you in the imperial study to discuss matters, and I would like to invite the prince to stay in the palace for dinner in the evening." Father-in-law Wei walked over with a broken step, and glanced at Hua Thirteen approvingly, "Yo, I can't really see it in the palace just now, so take a closer look, it's really a handsome person." It's a pity that Tianyu is not in the palace, otherwise our family must hold the red rope for the two of you. ”

The thirteen eyebrows tightened, and he looked at the yin and yang weirdness and looked at his father-in-law Wei, and felt inexplicable in his heart. King Xuan hurriedly walked to the imperial study, and Gonggong Wei quietly left a sentence before leaving: "Tianyu asked our family to help you more before leaving, and if you need it, just come to our house." ”

Hua Thirteen looked at Wei Gonggong with an ambiguous smile on his face and walked away, and Jing Mo behind him gently patted Hua Thirteen's arm: "She still remembers you in her heart." ”

"Wan'er."

Jingmo was startled by the sudden sound behind him, and Hua Thirteen turned around to protect Jingmo behind him: "What do you want to do?" ”

Zhou Rong looked at the thirteenth painting viciously: "Which Jiang faction remnant are you?" Blame me for not killing you sooner! And you, a bitch who is not as good as this whore! ”

"Mrs. Zhou, you have the ability to take care of me at this moment. If we can't, we'll go to the Hallym Garden. Jiang Pai Yu knew how to go, so he didn't bother Zhou Taifu to lead the way. Thirteen eyebrows raised lightly, "Oh yes, I have to rely on Mrs. Zhou for my safety in the past three days, after all, the emperor Shengming, there is a word first." ”

"You!" Zhou Rong hated it with itchy teeth, but he was helpless.

The smile on Hua Thirteen's face became even stronger: "Mrs. Zhou, if you have this time, you might as well think about how to get rid of me logically, whether to poison my food, send someone to assassinate me, or happen to catch fire in the painting garden." You've missed a chance to kill me, and when I get to the main hall again, it'll be the day I'll defeat you again. ”

Zhou Rong's gums trembled, and he was so angry that he couldn't say half a word. He could only let the thirteen paintings swagger towards his Hanlin Painting Garden, but he was helpless.

"Why do you bother with him." Jing Moduo and Zhou Rong get along for a while, and they will feel uncomfortable.

"I'm reminding him." Hua Thirteen's eyes rolled slightly, "Don't talk about him, Jingmo, I'll take you to see my master's Hanlin Painting Garden." ”

Passing through a vermilion palace gate, walking along the stone path between the glazed tile walls, at the end is a clear pond water, the water surface is condensed with a thin layer of ice crystals, and a stone bridge lies lazily on the surface of the pool, and the snow has not disappeared.

"This is the Imperial Flower Pond. In the summer, a few of us children would take advantage of Master's inattention to come here to wash the pen, causing a pool of ink to ripple, and even the lotus leaves were hung with a cloud of dark ink. Several times when we were caught by the master, the master would punish us to count the lotus petals, often until midnight, and then we learned to be smart, and when we were punished, we would run out to play, and come back and report a number casually, because the master didn't know anyway. "Then one day, Master felt that something was wrong, so he secretly sat on the edge of the pool and counted the lotus petals while we were not paying attention, and after counting, he found that it was far from what we reported. ”

"Aren't you punished badly?" Jing Mo followed the memory of painting thirteen and seemed to see a pond full of lotus flowers and ignorant naughty children.

"On the contrary, Master decided never to punish us like this again." The thirteen eyes of the painting were gloomy and full of nostalgia, "At that time, the master was very angry, but he was angry with himself. It took him all night to count the number of lotus petals, and he was angry that he himself had let us feed the mosquitoes outside, and forced us to lie. In the end, the master specially created an identical inkstone for us according to the appearance of the imperial flower pond, and the disciples who painted well could wash the painting utensils in the inkstone, and the disciples who painted poorly could wash in the imperial flower pond to their heart's content. As time passed, the disciples' painting skills got better and better, and no one was embarrassed to go to the pond to wash their brushes. ”

"Mrs. Jiang is really a good master. Not only is he kind and gentle, but he also pays attention to methods and does things uniquely. Jingmo seemed to gradually understand some of the reasons why Jiang Li's position in the mind of the Thirteen Painters was so important.

"No matter how difficult a problem is, Master has always believed that there will always be a better way. There will never be a desperate situation, there is only a perfect method that has yet to be discovered. "The thirteen eyes of the painting are gloomy.

Jing Mo was puzzled and said, "The perfect law...... Yes! ”

"Jingmo!"

Painting 13 heard the sound of rustling and looked back, and caught a glimpse of a big stone on the top of the rockery behind him crumbling, and in a blink of an eye, it had slammed down towards Jingmo.

The thirteen-eyed painter was quick and pulled Jingmo over. With a "bang", the big stone rubbed against Jingmo's shoulder, shattering only a few millimeters away from the two of them.

Painting thirteen frightened, hurriedly rushed to the rockery behind a few arrows to check.

"Don't go over!" Jingmo suddenly had all the grass and trees.

Hua Thirteen stretched out his hand to rub a scratch on the snow on the rockery, glanced back at the gravel residue next to Jingmo's feet, and said, "Sure enough, it was his poisonous hand." ”

Jingmo walked to the side of Hua Thirteen and looked around: "But Fang is in the palace, the emperor's meaning is very clear, if something happens to you, Zhou Rong will definitely not be able to get out of it, how dare he do it?" ”

"Yes, he wouldn't dare to attack me." Hua Thirteen clenched Jingmo's cold hand tightly, his eyes were full of worry, and Jingmo suddenly understood.

"Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt in the slightest." Painting Thirteen gently touched the bun of Jingmo's soft long hair, "No matter what, I will also protect my woman's safety." ”

"Thirteen Lang, the purpose of your trip to the palace is to defeat Zhou Rong in the painting in front of the palace, so that the work of the past ten years has been in vain. Don't be distracted by me, I'll protect myself, I've been alone for so many years. Jingmo's eyes were fearless.

"It's different now, you're guarded by me." Painting 13 took Jingmo's hand and turned around and left the Hanlin Painting Garden, "There will be a perfect law." ”

"Where are you taking me?" Jing Mo followed Hua Thirteen through the palace gates, watching the guards on both sides change from sparse to numerous and then sparse, and couldn't help but be surprised, "This is already a harem." Thirteen, where do you want to go? ”

"Go to the safest place in the whole palace." Draw thirteen words and sound firm.

"Stop! Who are you! Do you know where this is? "In front of the desolate palace gates, the guards with swords are leaner and denser than anywhere else.

"Yes." Hua Thirteen raised his head and took a deep look at the weather-mottled plaque on the palace gate, and said quietly, "This is the late Empress Jiang's bedroom." ”

"Knowing that this is the queen's dormitory, a noble place, don't leave quickly! There is no room for no one to stay here for no reason! The guards rushed with mensity.

"I'm not a nobody." Painting Thirteen took out a half-worn token from his bosom and stood in front of the guards.

The guards glanced at it and were stunned: "Cheng, the sign of His Royal Highness Cheng......"

"Seeing this token is like seeing His Highness himself, are you receiving His Highness Cheng with such a posture of refusing people thousands of miles away?" Painting thirteen's tone was calm and showed a bit of momentum.

The guards knelt down one after another, but they still blocked in front of the palace gate: "We are ordered by the Holy Father to guard the dormitory, and no one is allowed to enter unless there is a holy decree!" ”