In such a comfortable atmosphere, Jiang Mengyun also peculiarly didn't think of going anywhere else, without suddenly being full of hatred, let alone the kind of sorrow that was deliberately shown in front of Empress Xue.

Maybe it's really because of the similarity of blood, maybe it's King Qi's gentle and soft temperament that makes people subconsciously relax, Jiang Mengyun didn't notice it himself, and only explained: "It's okay, I don't know the music and rhythm, I have read more military books since I was a child, and these things are usually just done by watching others." ”

She smiled: "Don't hide it from Your Highness, I originally wanted to stay as a thought, and I also wanted to bring a copy by hand, but then I thought about it, the eldest brother is no longer there, what's the point of me sticking to this score?" It's better to give it to someone who understands it. ”

As she spoke, she smiled happily, obviously with relief: "If the eldest brother knew that His Highness would praise him like this when he saw this song, he would be happy." ”

When it comes to this, King Qi naturally has no reason to refuse. He put the score away, glanced at the inkstone again, and said with a clear look on his face, "Then this one, probably not picked by the girl." ”

Jiang Mengyun laughed twice and didn't answer.

Mo Ziqi seemed to find it very interesting, the corners of his mouth curved upward, and he put the inkstone aside.

Peony stood behind Jiang Mengyun, and when she saw that the broken piano score had won the favor of King Qi, but the inkstone she had chosen was treated coldly, she immediately pursed her lips.

The main purpose of coming here today was to identify the painting, and after taking a closer look at the two things sent by Jiang Mengyun, Mo Ziqi reached out and opened the scroll.

The street scene of Kyoto in Ningguo slowly unfolds with his movements.

Jiang Mengyun had seen this painting before, but she wasn't too interested in it at the time, but after a little glance, her evaluation was just a sentence of "the painting looks like the same thing", that's all. Later, the family changed dramatically, and she snatched it out of the ashes in the middle of the night, and she had seen it a few times, but she didn't dare to appreciate it deeply.

Things are people, and the mentality at the beginning is very different from today.

At that time, when I looked at the painting, I just thought that the person who painted should be immersed in the scene, and redraw it according to what I saw at that time, but it was just a "like" character. But now I realize that this brush is smooth and detailed, and everything in the painting overlaps with the places where I once lived, and it is completely "alive".

Jiang Mengyun was not too far away, so he could clearly see the vendors on both sides of the street. Among them were men and women, pedestrians of all ages and young in the road, and a young man was standing in front of a stall in a small long bao, haggling. The stall owner's expression was extremely helpless, but the young man was proud and a little high-spirited.

This place is supposed to be the South Street of Kyoto, and in addition to the small stalls on both sides of the street, there are many shops, which is actually much more prosperous than Suzaku Street. Because many shops in Ningguo are double-storey buildings, as soon as the signboard is hung and displayed in the wind, it will be even more lively. When Jiang Mengyun was still in the boudoir, he liked to sneak away most often.

She was stunned for a moment, feeling that this scene was really familiar.

The street scene is familiar, but the scene is familiar...... Jiang Mengyun took a closer look, and not far behind the young man who was bargaining, there was still a person standing, but he couldn't see his appearance at all while wearing a mask.

Wait, masks?

For a moment, she felt as if she remembered something, but the next moment she was disturbed by King Qi: "This is indeed what this king did." ”

It stands to reason that it shouldn't take so long to identify the paintings you made. But King Qi didn't know why, when Jiang Mengyun looked at it carefully, his eyes seemed to be attracted by the scene in the painting, and he stared at it for a long time.

His expression was very strange, I don't know if he was reminiscing about his days in Ningguo Kyoto or something else, he seemed a little reluctant, and with a little longing, and then he became forbearant and introverted, but unfortunately Jiang Mengyun was also immersed in his own world and never noticed it.

It wasn't until he finished speaking that she turned her gaze to him.

King Qi had already rolled up the scroll, stood up and handed it back to her personally: "You really ...... You have to keep it well, there are really not many paintings that this king has circulated outside. ”

"Yes." Jiang Mengyun responded.

This sounded a little strange, as if she originally wanted to ask her something, but suddenly changed the words halfway through and turned it into an instruction.

Otherwise, no matter how narcissistic King Qi is, he will never say such a thing.

In fact, whether the painting was made by him or not, it was a good collection for her, and now because he wrote it himself, the value has naturally increased a lot. It's a pity that he put it away too quickly, and the memory that caused her to be summoned disappeared without a trace.

Maybe when she goes back to the palace, she will have to take a good look at it.

Mo Ziqi said again: "But you live in the Middle Palace now, after all, this painting is a street scene of Ningguo Kyoto, I am afraid that it will not be able to hang it in the house, just in the past two days, I have made a street scene of the capital of Daliang, you take it back." ”

If she hadn't been old and confused, Jiang Mengyun remembered that he had said that he hadn't painted these days in the Imperial Garden yesterday.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Mo Ziqi didn't wait for her to ask, and gave an explanation by herself: "It's a bit interesting to look at the painting in your spare time, but it's really not like letting the third princess take it as a birthday gift, I didn't say it yesterday." The girl has to be protected, if the third princess knows, I'm afraid she will rob it. ”

The last remark seemed to be just an ordinary joke, but Jiang Mengyun glanced at his expression, but felt that something was wrong.

She remained silent, nodded with a smile, and Mo Ziqi quickly changed the topic: "I told the girl last time that there is a cook from Ningguo in this palace, and since he is here today, he will have lunch here and then go back to the palace." ”

Without waiting for her to answer, he had already raised his feet and walked out: "There are some fruit trees planted in the back garden of the palace, do you want to go and see it?" ”

Although it was a question, Jiang Mengyun swore to the sky that she really didn't feel any meaning of being asked, because before his words fell, the person was already in front of the door, and turned to look at her, obviously asking her to follow.

The first time he left the palace, if he stayed outside for too long, he was afraid that it would not be good, Jiang Mengyun turned his head and glanced at Peony, and was thinking about whether to refuse, when he saw that Peony had already stepped forward and slowly kept up with King Qi's pace.

It's no wonder that she's going to be there, and she won't need to find a reason to explain to Empress Xue when she turns back.

Mo Ziqi, who went out and walked towards the back garden, heard the sound of Jiang Mengyun coming out behind him, and finally couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth again. There was a sense of satisfaction that was about to overflow in his chest, and he felt that the wait for so long was worthwhile.

But the next moment, he frowned slightly.

You really don't remember anything.

In fact, this is what he wanted to ask her just now, and the others may not know the subject of this painting, but what he made was obviously the scene when they met for the first time, and he thought that until this moment he admitted that he made it himself, she would definitely react.

But she didn't.

"Your Highness?" Jiang Mengyun's voice pulled him back to reality, and Mo Ziqi heard her ask with some concern, "Are you okay, your face is not very good, do you want to find a doctor to take a look?" ”

Of course, Mo Ziqi didn't need to go to any imperial doctor.

He is in good health, although he is relatively long and thin, and he is not as strong as the second prince who can be seen from his appearance, but he is actually strong enough to kill a cow with his bare hands.

Of course, he couldn't explain this to Jiang Mengyun, he subconsciously wanted to find an excuse to perfunctory the past, but he found that he really couldn't lie to her, and finally had to shake his head and say, "This king is okay." ”

After thinking about it for a long time, the answer was so blunt, but it was no different from usual.

Jiang Mengyun thought it was very interesting, when she saw him talking to others before, she reacted slowly every time, and after slowing down, she still went straight, she thought he was doing it on purpose, but now it seems that in the art of speaking, he is born with a lack of knowledge, and there is no way to make up for it later.

However, his behavior was considerate.

Mo Ziqi is extremely tall, and his legs are naturally long, and he has to trot two steps for Jiang Mengyun to keep up with a slow step.

But even though he seemed to be thinking about something in his head, he instinctively took care of her, so the distance between the two was not too long.

Jiang Mengyun could clearly feel the kindness released by the other party, but this person was really not good at communicating with people.

He was too quiet, and he didn't know whether he didn't want to or really couldn't find a topic, so he just walked away silently, and the air was suddenly embarrassed to freeze.

Maybe she should give full play to her strengths, Jiang Mengyun didn't know what this sudden sense of powerlessness was all about, so she instinctively provoked the conversation: "Does Your Highness practice swords on weekdays?" ”

She wanted to ask when she entered the door before, but at that time he collected his sword very quickly, and later changed his clothes, made tea, looked at gifts, and looked at paintings, but it was not good to mention it again.

Chatting about this matter was already easy for her, and besides, His Royal Highness King Qi already had many topics, not to mention that he still had hidden skills that no one knew.

At the moment, it's okay to talk and ask.

King Qi was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses: "Yes, this king has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he can't use it at all in Daliang, so not many people know about it." ”

Only that time he entered the Ning Kingdom alone, he didn't want to see his mother's hometown, but he was frantically chased and killed by an unknown force halfway, and was almost forced into a desperate situation.

Although a long time has passed, the scene of the three Jiang brothers and sisters joining forces to fight the enemy that day still seems to be in front of us.

He remembered it so clearly, but she forgot it all.

King Qi stopped talking again, Jiang Mengyun blinked his eyes, and a strange thought rarely occurred, it seemed that she still overestimated herself, and chatting about it might not have reached the point where it was easy for her.

At least King Qi replied to this, and directly ended the topic, telling her to diverge and ask two more questions.

Fortunately, King Qi also felt that something was wrong, and added a question: "How is this king's swordsmanship?" ”

In other words, no one else would ask her about it.