Because of this slap, the pen in Fulin's hand immediately rolled to the ground, rubbing the traces of nonsense.

He also wanted to know what was wrong, but before he could explain, everyone was attracted to him. Hai Lanzhu was even more curious, so she left her seat and walked over with Shuya.

Fu Lin took a few steps back. Huang Taiji didn't want her to be unhappy, so he stepped forward and stopped: "It's okay, I'll accompany you back to your seat." ”

Hai Lanzhu became more and more curious and insisted on going to see it. When she came to the easel, she was so shocked that she raised her hand to cover her lips, and her eyebrows were tightly pursed. Anger filled his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he glared at him viciously.

How could she have tolerated such malicious teasing!

Fu Lin immediately turned around and knelt down, resisting weakly: "My son really doesn't know why this is happening, I'm afraid someone has moved his hands and feet......"

"I don't know?" Hai Lanzhu glanced at Dai Chunrong, who was also trembling on the other side: "The materials were prepared by your people, how can you not know?" ”

Fu Lin went to see Dai Chunrong. Dai Chunrong was also kneeling, and he was even more afraid than him. Fu Lin thought that he was also familiar with Hai Lanzhu's preferences, how could he get the problematic materials, someone must have framed him. Busy asking: "Did you pick up the materials yourself, or did someone else deliver them to you?" ”

Dai Chunrong is not on an errand day before, and there is nothing that the nobles in the palace don't know about their "temperament". Of course, I want to find someone to atone for the crime, but unfortunately these materials are all self-inflicted, and some people can't rely on it if they want to testify, so they can only say things like "slaves should die".

Fu Lin was very disappointed when he heard this, and he couldn't escape responsibility at this time, but if he couldn't get out of danger, he would be in trouble in the future, so he asked Hai Lanzhu with all his heart: "I think this slave was negligent for a while, and Fu Lin asked Chen Eniang to punish him." He had just called himself "son", but now he was weak and did not dare to do it again.

Although as a prince, he can call himself a "son" in front of any of the five major powers, he must be close enough in the end. And now Fulin obviously feels that it is very embarrassing to pull the relationship in public. Also, this sentence came out of the mouth. The aura of the hero was erased by himself. Everyone clearly saw that he put the responsibility on Dai Chunrong, how could a hero do this. A really good master should help his slave at the right time.

As soon as Fu Lin finished speaking, he heard a little boo, and he was embarrassed. can only hope that Emperor Hailan Zhu Taiji will let him go. It's a pity that it's Shuya's birthday today, and his dream can only come true.

Dai Chunrong was dragged down by the guards, and Huang Taiji did not let him go.

Fu Lin continued to kneel there, realizing that those who were dealing with him were prepared.

This kind of thing is clearly a bad omen, Hai Lanzhu hugged Shuya and cried worriedly, afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable.

Naturally, Sorentu and Meng Guqing also went over to comfort her. Meng Guqing turned his steps and came to the easel. Raising his hand to brush the canvas, he frowned slightly: "Hey, it's a little wet." ”

She said so. Everyone understood. There are showers and torrential rains these days, and it is not surprising that the items placed on the table will be moistened to the point that even indoors there is still a "damp" atmosphere. Meng Guqing's movements clearly confirm that it is not the paint that is in problem, but the canvas. That is, the vast majority of Dai Chunrong was negligent and did not take good care of him, and it cannot be said that he was framed.

Suddenly. The crowd became more and more disdainful of Fulin.

Fu Lin knew that he couldn't argue, and burst into tears. I was thinking that Meng Guqing really didn't allow him to steal the limelight of Sorentu, but he was careless, and he "touched" the canvas a little cold, thinking that it was just because of the weather, but he didn't think about this layer. No matter how good the paint is, it will naturally make a fool of itself on a canvas with a "damp" atmosphere. They made him not a "filial son" but a "rebel son", and slapped his face on such an important day as the birthday party. Hai Lanzhu and Huang Taiji will definitely be engraved in their hearts. And he wanted to save the moment, but there was nothing he could do.

Even if there is no way, it is good to export gas. Fu Linqiang smiled and admitted his mistake: "Huang Ama, Chen Eniang." Everything is due to the negligence of Fu Lin, and please forgive the sin. Fu Lin is incompetent, unable to complete the 'Mother Diagram', and can't help Shuya anything. Leave everything to the prince, the prince's holy family Dulong. There must be a good strategy to help Shuya's sister recover. He believed, after everyone had been so disappointed in him. Hope will definitely be transferred to Sorrentu, and Sorrentu's task will become more and more difficult, if he can't cure Shuya, he will become a sinner.

Although there is no way to make a name, it is not bad to ask Xiaoba and Meng Guqing to make a quilt. A gloating smile appeared on Fu Lin's lips, and he looked to that side expectantly.

Meng Guqing smiled and walked back to Sorentu's side, only to see them discuss in a whisper for a moment, and Sorentu said with conviction: "Come on, the curtain is over, bring the gifts!" ”

A "curtain end" darkened the hall. The curtains were lowered, and the light in the temple became dim and unclear. Just when everyone was amazed, the shuttle palace maids walked in with exquisite lanterns in their hands.

Small candles burn inside the marquee, and the warm glow and the swirling picture beckons to longing. The exquisite gongbi painting is obviously ingenious, and people's eyes have converged on it, looking at it with a little suspicion. The "comic strips" drawn on the marquee lanterns are the same, and the guests at each table can enjoy them and share the same feelings.

Walking towards Shuya's table was Ubry. Without waiting to get closer, Sorentu went to pick up the lamp and walked towards Hai Lanzhu and Shuya, holding on to the marquee and laughing, "Sister, look." ”

The moving paintings are much more attractive than the static ones, and because of the darkness in the hall, these marquees make people have an appeal for warmth and light, and Shuya is no exception. Hearing this, she took the initiative to move closer. Hai Lanzhu, Huang Taiji and Zhezhe also came over to protect her.

Meng Guqing moved away, cordially grabbed Shuya's arm from the other side, kissed her cheek, and then smiled and said in a just right voice: "Come and see, it's all painted by my brother himself." ”

All? People were stunned, more than ten tables were opened, how much energy does it take, with this perseverance alone, who dares to say that Xiaoba doesn't care for his sister?

Hai Lanzhu was also stunned, and looked at the marquee carefully. The heat of the lit candle causes it to turn naturally, and each painting is perfectly clear. The theme of the painting is not flowers, birds, fish and insects, nor is it a treasure of jade. It's a little bit of everyday triviality. It is Shuya and the people who love Shuya who connect them.

Everyone also followed the paintings as if they were there.

The painting rotates leisurely, as if remembering the traces of time. There is the joy of Huang Taiji and Hai Lanzhu when they greet Shuya when they are born, the patience that leads her toddler, and the clumsiness of Shuya to eat with a spoon for the first time. was held by Huang Taiji and Zhezhe to watch the warmth of the snow scene, the childlike fun of hiding from the cat with Hai Lanzhu, the cunning of pulling Suorentu and Meng Guqing to look at the treasure chest together, and the hurry when they went to the imperial garden to pick flowers......

There are so many beautiful memories, Sorentu actually wrote them down one by one, and did not leave out the military and political wives.

His love is also in it.

The people who saw these seemed to follow them into the years of that time, sharing their feelings. The clansmen sobbed quietly, and the husbands beside them sighed with feeling. Noble as Huang Taiji couldn't control his eyelashes. Hai Lanzhu and Zhezhe looked at Sorentu in amazement, Hai Lanzhu was surprised and moved, and Zhezhe was even more proud.

Sorentu walked around with the lantern and then returned to Shuya's side. Smiled and "touched" her head, pointing to the paintings.

Everyone tacitly helped her recall the scene at that time, and the stunned Shuya looked at it and her eyes became wet. Turning his eyes, he said clearly to Huang Taiji: "Huang Ama." ”

Huang Taiji was stunned. It was as if I had been brought back to the past by this call.

Shuya turned to the other side and reached out to hug: "Eniang! ”

Hai Lanzhu was startled, and then realized that Shuya was normal! She was very happy, hugged her into her arms and kissed her a few times: "Shuya! ”

"E-niang." Sook-ah is indeed no longer afraid. Her sanity returned to her usual state. She's crying, but this crying represents joy.

That's the way it should end. The crowd applauded and praised the magic of Sorentu. And Fu Lin, who was bent on seeing jokes before, had a black face. He was so jealous that he was going to die! Secretly got up to look at the marquee, looked at it for a while, and disdainfully "tsk" twice.

Originally, it was just to vent his anger, but he was heard. Meng Guqing chuckled and mentioned: "Master Pei seems to be very unconvinced. What do you have to say? ”

Fu Lin thought to himself, she must have helped Xiaoba frame herself. For a while, he was blinded and said nonsense: "Is the picture of the marquee really drawn by the prince himself?" ”

Meng Guqing sneered: "What does Master Pei mean?" Why do you say that? ”

Fu Lin didn't know that he had been fooled, and then said: "So many paintings. How could the prince finish the painting alone. ”

Meng Guqing nodded clearly: "Bei Ziye doesn't need to say otherwise, I do have a part to participate, so what, does Bei Ziye want to say that I am not qualified, or should I not do my part for Shuya?" It's you, Lord Bei. I temporarily remembered what to draw a 'picture of a loving mother', which was obviously hasty. If you can't even prepare the materials, who is rude? ”

"Who said I prepared it temporarily, I had already ......" Fulin almost blurted out.

Even so, people already know what he is thinking. Marvel at the blessing of the work in the heart so far. It's a normal thing to prepare gifts in advance, but you have to hide them, this extremely dark mentality is obviously to deal with Xiaoba, it's really a hateful villain.

The image of the "hero" that Fulin worked so hard to maintain suddenly dimmed a lot. He looked left and right in embarrassment, regretting it.

Meng Guqing smiled and mentioned another matter: "By the way, Bei Ziye just said that someone harmed you, it is better to find out this matter as soon as possible, it is better to send someone to the Summer Palace to take a look now to see who has done it." ”

The sketches of Gongbi paintings are hidden there and must not be known. Fu Lin panicked, trying to grasp some unrealistic loopholes, pointed to the marquee and said, "No. I have admitted that I was negligent in this matter, Meng Guqing, why do you need to brag about 'Mao'. I'm at least sincere, but what about the prince, is this marquee really elegant? ”

The picture of the marquee is not big, and Shuya is not the only one, everyone is moved by the emotion, and they think that they have already observed the nuances, and they were immediately attracted when they heard this.

Fu Lin smiled and walked to the main table and pointed to the lamp and said: "The Shuya on this painting is more like Meng Guqing than like her, hehe, Meng Guqing six years ago was like this." Is the prince so concerned about Meng Guqing that he can't even separate his sister from his own woman? ”

(After the blessing of the clear wear)