"Zhao Baolin, please come in." Linghua handed the box to Xiao Zhu and gave him a look, and Xiao Zhu immediately took the box down, and had no intention of appreciating it for Su Tingcheng.

Seeing them like this, Zhao Baolin's complexion did not change, and he only held Zhu'er's hand and walked into the hall.

She couldn't help but take a look at the interior.

The outer hall is simply decorated, with several tables and chairs for entertaining guests, and next to it is the Linglong Pavilion, which is filled with all kinds of precious and precious items.

Among them, there was a piece of blood-red agate, which was placed high on the top of the Linglong Pavilion, and just one glance made her understand that the agate was very precious.

In addition to agate, there are also white unicorn jade and egg-sized night pearls. In short, those treasures are overwhelming.

There are two vases on several low tables under the Linglong Pavilion, and red plums are inserted in the vases.

She couldn't help but take a slight breath and found that there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the air.

She looked at the wall and saw that there were many famous paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. Until he saw a picture of a beautiful woman in front of him, his whole complexion changed slightly.

Although she immediately returned to normal, she was still very surprised in her heart.

Because, the beauty on the painting is none other than Su Chengcheng himself.

She was holding her stomach with her head down, smiling at her. The whole person is less flattering and more maternal brilliance!

However, she felt that such a Su Chengcheng was a little more beautiful than usual.

And what surprised her the most was not just this, but the signature.

If she is not mistaken, it is clearly Shao Mingsheng's words.

Deep Dragon Dweller.

Dragon! Except for the emperor, how many people dare to use this word?

This painting was actually painted by Shao Mingsheng for Su Qingcheng!

The surprise in her heart did not subside for a long time.

Shao Mingsheng, how could he ever do this to her.

When they were most intimate, he had never painted a picture for her.

Unexpectedly, he actually painted for Su Chengcheng.

What's even more ironic is that she, as a bystander, can feel the love of the person who paints the painting and the person in the painting through this painting.

Sarcasm, what a sarcasm!

The anger in her heart rushed up, and she felt that Su Qingcheng hung this painting here to give the people who entered the hall a dismount!

In fact, Zhao Baolin really wronged her, she didn't think about who she wanted to give a dismissal.

Simply there is nowhere to hang.

Since she entered the palace, Shao Mingsheng has appreciated many of his famous paintings, and she has always liked these, so she hung them up.

In order to hang this painting, she also took down a landscape painting that she particularly liked.

"Zhao Baolin."

Zhao Baolin suddenly came back to his senses, his heart was beating fast, and when he heard the voice, he saw Su Chengcheng standing at the door of the inner hall.

She took Mingshi's hand and walked out slowly.

Zhao Baolin hurriedly asked for peace: "Please say goodbye to the concubine, concubine Wan'an." ”

"Get up, Zhao Baolin doesn't have to be polite." Su Qingcheng smiled lightly, and then looked at the painting as well.

Then his face flushed slightly, looked at Zhao Baolin, and smiled happily: "One day, the emperor had a whim and wanted to paint a picture for me, and my sister smiled." ”

Seeing her happy look, Zhao Baolin's heart was poisoned, and he couldn't wait to slap this face.

However, in the end, she just smiled, as if she was happy for Su Qingcheng: "This is the emperor who has taken the concubine to heart!" ”

"Really?" Su Tingcheng glanced at her with a smile.

Then he turned around, "Zhao Baolin, let's sit in the inner hall." ”

Then he apologized: "This kid is a little unwell-behaved. ”

Although it was a word of blame, it was said without the slightest sense of blame, which made the smile on Zhao Baolin's face almost burst.

"Yes!"

Walking into the inner hall, Su Qingcheng asked her to sit down, and she couldn't help but look around.

There was a blanket on the floor indoors, and looking at the texture, it should be the best tribute from a small country.

If the low-ranking concubines get it, I'm afraid they will also pounce on the kang, and as a result, in this "broken fangzhai", it can only be used to pave the ground.

Then by the window on the other side, there are two large cases of pear marble, one case with some books on it, and a treasure inkstone, a black pen holder, with a few pens inserted inside.

And the other one, the furnishings are similar, but the pen and ink are more noble.

Her heart sank, these two, one has always been Su Qingcheng's desk, and the other is self-evident.

Next to the desk, there is a large Ru kiln vase, which is still like the outer hall, with a few red plums.

There was a painting hanging in the middle of the west wall, but this painting was not a human figure, but a white nine-tailed fox.

The nine-tailed fox only glanced at her, and she felt disgusted. She felt strange, and when she looked closely, she found the eyes of the nine-tailed fox. is a little similar to Su Chengcheng, so I understand why I hate it.

There is a pair of couplets hanging on the left and right, which is the ink of the famous calligrapher Zhu Gong of the previous dynasty, and its word cloud: the years are long and the busy are self-promoting, and the heaven and earth are wide and the humble are self-narrow.

Her gaze fell on the long and wide table by the window, on which there was a large ding. There was still a faint incense burning in the ding.

On the left there is a red sandalwood shelf, on which is placed a large plate of a large official kiln, which contains grapes that are rare in this season, strings of crystals.

On the right lacquer shelf hangs a white jade flounder, and next to it hangs a small hammer.

The couch is a large rosewood bed with a small purple floral tent.

On the inner wall of the bed, there are some poems engraved, although I can't see what they are, but I also know that the font is clear.

The decoration of the whole hall is not precious, and it is much more restrained than the outer hall, but it is full of a chic and elegant bookish atmosphere, as well as a faint and warm feeling.

She couldn't tell what she felt, just a faint melancholy.

I can't tell, I can't tell.

"Zhao Baolin drinks tea."

Linghua poured a cup of warm tea for Zhao Baolin.

Zhao Baolin looked carefully, but it was only two breaths.

"Thank you, Aunt Linghua."

"Zhao Baolin taste, this is your Majesty's reward for me, I heard that it is called Jiuhua Maofeng, what is more precious than Dongting Biluochun, according to my opinion, this is not as good as Biluochun."

Zhao Baolin just took a sip, and when he heard Su Tingcheng's seemingly complaining, it was actually full of sweet words, and he couldn't swallow it with a smile when he took a sip of tea.

In the end, she laughed at herself: "The concubine doesn't know how to drink tea, so the concubine will spare the concubine." ”

Su Qingcheng smiled and let Linghua and Lin Cheng, who had just come in, rub her legs for her.

Seeing Zhao Baolin looking at it, he couldn't help but say: "This is pregnant, and I need to rub it every day, otherwise this leg will become thicker." ”

Zhao Baolin stiffly smiled: "Concubine Li is laughing, Concubine Li is pregnant with the little prince this time, and this look is still the first in the palace." ”

Su Tingcheng stopped her words, smiled faintly, but sighed in an instant: "Where is the vote, in this palace, I am not the only one who is pregnant." ”

Hearing her words, Zhao Baolin couldn't help but tighten his handkerchief.

If there is anyone in this palace who hates Shen Xianghe the most, I am afraid it is Zhao Baolin.