The woman in the painting has a pair of clear eyes. He didn't know how Zhang Weizhao could draw people's eyes so vividly. Although he himself is also good at painting portraits, and can make the image like Xiao Xiao and full of charm, but if he can paint with bright eyes and as if he is staring at the person looking at the painting, he can't do it. Not only him, but also other painters in the court could not do it. This is probably the difference between Western techniques and Middle-earth techniques.

Back then, he looked at Ji Lingyun because of such a pair of spiritual eyes. At that time, Ji Lingyun was the key to his private treasury, and he was actually the accountant of his small vault.

Chen Jianjun has a hobby that cannot be said to others, that is, he loves money very much.

He left the palace at the age of four and began to live alone in the Prince's Mansion. The Prince's Mansion was built by his uncle to be grand and gorgeous, with pavilions and pavilions, carved beams and paintings, which cost a lot of materials. From his dwelling, to his study, to his garden, the furnishings are extraordinarily exquisite. However, it's all for others to see.

There are very few things in it that can really meet the needs of a small child.

In order to let the prince develop a "good" routine, the house will open the meal at the point, and the meals will be according to the old practice in the palace, with big plates and many patterns, but the meat is often greasy and cold and hard, and the vegetables are less salt and tasteless, and there is no soft, fragrant and rotten food that children like.

He often stopped eating a few bites, but if he didn't eat them, he would soon get hungry, but there were no snacks or snacks. Because the uncle sent several old Shanggong to raise him, Chen Jianjun was too picky eater, and he couldn't eat snacks according to his temperament, so he had to eat at a meal.

Sometimes he would wake up hungry in the middle of the night. Jin Ling'er saw that he was so hungry that he saved his monthly routine and secretly asked someone to buy some stuffed meat, smoked chicken, and jujube paste cake from outside for him to eat. These things are so delicious! Until now, Chen Jianjun sometimes dislikes all kinds of exquisite meals and fine snacks in the palace, but he will quietly let Huai En go out of the palace to buy these foods for him in private.

However, Jin Ling'er's grade is not high, and the monthly case is limited, so Chen Jianjun does not have many times when he can eat these things. Every month, he looked forward to Jin Ling'er issuing the monthly silver as soon as possible, watching her take a small scale, weigh the few pieces of silver and weigh it, and keep calculating, trying to spend this limited amount of money more cost-effectively.

So unlike other clan members, he has never regarded money as dung, but has always thought that money is a good thing since he was a child. Therefore, during his reign, there was never a big construction or celebration. Courtiers and his subjects praised him as a good emperor who was simple and simple. He didn't know if he was simple or not, because according to the old practice, he had dozens of dishes at every meal, and many dishes were served without eating a mouthful, and he felt that it was a waste and wanted to streamline it, but everyone said that he was simple enough and could not reduce it any more. Is a meal with dozens of dishes called simplicity? A lot of unpalatable dishes are put down as soon as they are put on the table, which is called simplicity? He's a little confused himself.

If possible, he wants to save the money for cooking and put it in his small coffer. And the money for clothes, he also wanted to save and save.

He didn't have much fun in life, the same was painting, the other was counting money. The sound of gold and silver ingots clanging together brought him great satisfaction and comfort.

One night, because Jin Ling'er didn't want to mourn the child with her, she ran to the other concubines and made a big fuss with him.

He was depressed, so he went to the private vault to see his money. That day, it was Ji Lingyun who led him to inspect the warehouse. Ji Lingyun had a vague impression before, and in his memory was a shy little palace maid who followed behind Lao Shanggong and rarely raised her head. Now take her Lao Shanggong to Anle Hall to recuperate, so she has become the new key.

As the emperor answered, she finally looked up at him. At that time, Chen Jianjun praised in his heart, with a pair of clear and beautiful eyes.

Ji Lingyun's mind is also very clear, and he calculates the accounts in an orderly manner. It's like the feeling he feels when he paints. When he picks up the brush, the lines and colors are like a natural extension of his own emotions. And when Ji Lingyun said those numbers, it seemed to flow naturally from her chest. This made Chen Jianjun strangely feel a sense of sympathy.

Soon, Chen Jianjun's interest in Ji Lingyun far exceeded the numbers reported in her mouth. He is the emperor, she is a member of her harem, and he naturally does whatever he wants. He pretended to be tired and asked her to lead her to a side room next to the private vault to rest.

There are complete beds, pillows, tables and chairs here, which were originally used for Chen Jianjun to rest when he was tired of counting money.

Chen Jianjun was here to be fortunate to her. At the beginning, Ji Lingyun also tried to attract his attention by reporting more numbers, and dispel the idea of Lin Xing. Later, when he saw that this trick didn't work, he simply stopped resisting, but tried to relax his body as much as possible, and even reacted naturally. This kind of untwisted generosity makes him feel happy. Between the words, he knew that she was originally the daughter of the Tusi of the Southwest Tengtu Township, not a Han girl, and she had not been educated by the three obediences and four virtues when she was a child, so there were many things in her bones that were very different from Han women.

That night, he somehow felt very happy, and he was fortunate to have visited her more than once. In the end, even slept beside her until dawn.

When he woke up, he blamed himself very much. He remembered Jin Ling'er, who was alone in Anxi Palace, immersed in the grief of her deceased son. The place where he blamed himself the most was not because he was lucky to be Ji Lingyun, but because he could actually sleep next to her until the next morning, which had never happened before.

He felt that he was in danger of breaking his oath to Jin Ling'er. So he almost ran away, leaving the girl with the clear eyes behind him.

After that, although he often thought of her, he never summoned her again. She didn't ask the emperor for a token like other palace maids, and asked for a token afterwards with the token. She was fortunate to be recorded in the living note, and if she wanted a low-level title, it would not be difficult to do it. But she didn't move, as if nothing had happened.

Next, Chen Jianjun continued to quarrel with Jin Ling'er. Then two or three concubines became pregnant, but only one gave birth to a prince, who died soon after. He and Jin Ling'er quarreled even more. He often felt dizzy. He struggled to deal with state affairs, and he didn't have the energy to take care of other things.

I don't know when he started, when he went to the private storage warehouse, he couldn't see Ji Lingyun anymore. He noticed this, but didn't bother to ask why.

Time passed day by day, year by year. It has been six years since he ascended the throne, but there is not a single child under his knees who can stand. The courtiers and the empress dowager constantly reminded him that without an heir, the foundation of the country would not be stable. He should not blindly pamper the Kim family, but should think more about his heirs.

He himself was anxious. One morning, when he looked in the mirror, he found that his temples had a few more gray hairs, and he couldn't help but feel sad, sighing that he had begun to grow gray hair, but there was no child named Father in the palace.

Zhang Min, the eunuch who stood behind him and combed his hair, knelt down and bowed back to him, he was in the Forbidden City, and he had a biological flesh and blood who was six years old. It was produced by Ji Lingyun, the palace maid in the private library, and was raised in Anle Hall, and now she is smart and courteous.

Ji Lingyun, when he heard this name, he immediately remembered those clear eyes.

He immediately ordered the child to be brought to him. When the child was brought by Zhang Min, he stood far away and looked at him timidly. As soon as he saw the child, tears flowed, and he immediately determined that this was indeed his and Ji Lingyun's child, and the child's face was a strange blend of his and Ji Lingyun's characteristics.

He stretched out his hand and asked the child to come to him. The child hesitated and took two steps, then rushed over and hugged him, calling out to his father. He was surprised how the child knew that he was the emperor, and the child said that his mother told him that his father was too busy to worry about national affairs, but his father cared about him and would come to pick him up one day. If one day, a man in a bright yellow robe comes to see him, it is the father.

Chen Jianjun hugged the child, tears raining down.

The child was given the name Chen Youcong and was named the crown prince. And Ji Lingyun was named a concubine and took Chen Youcong to live in the Longevity Palace.

On the first day, when Ji Lingyun lived in the Longevity Palace, he wanted to see their mother and son, but he was timid about his hometown. On the fifth day after the Jin Dynasty, he stepped into the Longevity Palace. He put on an arrogant imperial posture, but he was actually afraid that Ji Lingyun would also show the same resentment as Jin Ling'er against him.

But Ji Lingyun's eyes are still as clear as before, and her face is still as tranquil as before. Even the whole person is softer and more powerful than before. Especially when she looked at Chen Youcong, the whole person seemed to exude a warm light.

Chen Jianjun watched Chen Youcong snuggling up to Ji Lingyun, laughing innocently, and couldn't help but have a complex emotion mixed with jealousy and envy in his heart. No one had ever looked at him like that in his memory. Whether it is the Queen Mother or Jin Ling'er, the two closest women in his life, have never had such eyes. Such eyes full of love and care.

For the first time, he realized why he always felt that Ji Lingyun's eyes were clear, because she never looked at people with resentment or blame, as if she could live very freely by herself, no matter what kind of environment she was in, she didn't have to be entangled in anything like a vine to live.

This is also the reason why Chen Jianjun feels very relieved to be with her.

He really wanted Ji Lingyun to look at him with the same eyes as Chen Youcong, so he always wanted to go to the Longevity Palace during that time. He claimed to the public that he was thinking about his son, but in fact, he enjoyed Ji Lingyun's company more.