Zhihua was immediately promoted to a female official and was named a six-pin'an person. A year later, he went out of the palace to open a government and built a mansion, so he took her there.

At the age of twenty-three, the painting was twenty-three years old.

He only placed her in the mansion, nominally his woman, but he never even gave her the title of concubine, and he never asked for the painting.

Throughout the whole house, there are many women, all of whom want to win a reputation with their overnight work, but only the paintings that have had skin to skin with him are pictures, so although the name is not determined, the whole house also respects her. Since entering the house, he has also learned to help him take care of things in the house, and over the years, he has been trained to be mature and capable, and the people have become more and more elegant.

He painted it...... He didn't know what it felt, and he never thought about what it was. In his eyes, she is different from others, but if you want him to like it a little, she can't.

He respected her, because she was the one who had been with him during those difficult years, and she was the one who did not secretly calculate against him and was dedicated to him, so he took her out of the palace once he opened the government and built the mansion, even if she didn't say it, he would do the same, and she was the only person he took out of the palace.

And the painting for him...... She has never flattered like any other woman, and if he gives, she accepts, and if he does not give, she asks for nothing else. But if she had a mind, she would apply the powder as she did now, and then she would carry the fragrance of osmanthus on her body, and she would come to him in a bright lichen dress as thin as a cicada's wings, waiting for him to take it.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he turned around......

Sure enough, the sight shook into a long skirt embroidered with gold silk embroidery, the pink butterflies wore a long flower robe, the placket was half open, the looming rose red and dark flower bandeau was shining, and a touch of crisp breasts were like snow shining against the delicate background, which could not but be said to be extremely eye-catching.

She's really getting more and more moving.

Still smiling, he lowered his eyes and took the small rake to loosen the soil for the two-foot-high pot of kumquat on the table.

This kumquat is his favorite thing, and he never pretends to others when it comes to loosening the soil, fertilizing and watering it.

"His Royal Highness has been gone for almost a month, and when he comes back, I'm afraid this kumquat will have already borne a lot of small fruits......"

"yes. Xuan Zheng likes this pot of kumquat the most, and he has asked me for it many times, but his temper will die in a few days, so if he puts it here with me, he will come a few more times to make him greedy......"

In the house, the person who can make him say a few more words is the painting except for Fulu Suxi. Fu Lu Shouxi can make him happy, and the painting ...... There is no need to defend her, and more importantly, she is very understanding, and it seems that she will never be happy or sad for anything, just like a still water, standing in front of her, you can clearly see your own shadow.

It must be said that Zhihua is the person who knows him the most in the house. Therefore, facing her is like facing yourself, as calmly as possible.

As soon as he put down the little rake, Zhihua took a sweat towel soaked in water.

He wanted to take it, but she avoided it, and instead picked up his hand and wiped it gently.

Today is very different.

He frowned slightly, and glanced at her.

The painting is as usual.

The corners of his lips hooked: "Why did you have time to come to the study today?" Rui Qiao didn't give you trouble? ”

Rui Qiao is a new maid in the house, and she has superb cooking skills, but she often breaks a lot of things, and the painting has no headache for this.

"The painting is just to see that it is raining today, and I want to see if the old wound of the prince has flare-up?"

As soon as he sat down in the chair, she gently squeezed his shoulder, tapping him on the back with just the right amount of force.

Unlike the other women in the house, he exempted her from the self-title of "slave maid", and did not give her any name, so she only called her by her own name.

Most of his injuries are caused by the early years of "learning" kung fu with King Xiang, because the treatment is not timely, the ointment has little effect, often pus and ulceration, and then even if it is better, it also leaves a deep and shallow scar, every rainy day it will be painful and itchy, and it needs to be pinched and massaged to slightly relieve the pain.

He laughed: "You forgot, that injury has never had a seizure since the use of Ice and Snow Youtan......"

The hand that wandered on his back stopped......

I really forgot about it. It's been more than a year, isn't the prince also ...... Forgot something? ”

He smiled.

He knew what she was trying to say, from the hand she had "just right" wandering over the nape of his neck, from the breath she had gently sprinkled into his ear.

Indeed, he had not been close to her for a year.

He is not a demon in the middle of lust, except for the "coming-of-age ceremony", he is rarely close to her, but he has never been separated by a year like this.

During this period, she also hinted as often as she does today, but never so bluntly. And although he faced her mind every time, although he also understood her suffering, he also pretended to be ignorant. Today, however, there is no way to avoid it.

He looked out the window.

The slanting glow of the setting sun spreads the blue of that side, like golden sarong smoke, and brings light purple and rose-red clouds, which decorates this side of the sky into a charming one.

I can't help but think of that person...... What is she doing? Is it just like him to look at the beauty of the sky? Or is he missing someone as much as he misses her? Even so, she didn't feel annoyed at all, but she regretted letting her leave the Zhiyu Pavilion so easily, otherwise she might be able to climb Wangxian Mountain with her and enjoy the red sun sinking in the west and the sky flowing all over the sky......

"Is the prince going to marry the princess?"

A whisper of inquiry came from my ear.

No matter how shrewd a woman is, she is often extremely sensitive in a certain aspect.

"yes." The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he watched the clouds that gradually turned purple move outside the window.

Her eyes darkened, but she smiled: "The painting has finally waited for this day......"

Leaned down deeply: "Congratulations to the prince on the painting......"

She really is the person who knows herself best.

He helped her up, but seeing that there was sincerity in his eyes, there was also a touch of desolation, and he sighed: "Zhihua, if you are tired of the complexity of the house, I can ......"

"What did the prince say?" Her tone was indescribably happy: "Zhihua likes to stay in the mansion, and Zhihua still has to watch the prince's wedding, and he has to serve the prince and the princess." The prince has waited for so many years, and finally ......"

She couldn't help but cry, and there was joy and sorrow in her tears.

If he was to marry someone in the house who would be happiest, it would be the painting. She cared about him so much, like a close friend, like a relative......

"What kind of person is the princess? It must be beautiful, right? ”

He smiled softly: "Yes, it's beautiful." ”

Zhihua wiped his tears and happily: "Zhihua thinks about it, otherwise how can he be worthy of the prince?" ”

"If it's worthwhile, I'm not worthy of her......"

Yes, she is so innocent, so transparent, so trusting him, and he is ......

"How so? The prince is the best person in the world! ”

I'm afraid that only you think I'm a good person, right? If she...... If she knew......

The decision that had been made suddenly made her couldn't help but be a little shaken when she thought that she must be deceived and made her sad, but if not, how could she be by her side? Even if she will hate and be sad, he will definitely compensate her, even if he spends his whole life, as long as she ......

"When will the prince marry the princess?"

His mind turned around and he smiled, "It's almost there." ”

The painting was so happy that he couldn't do it, the room was all around, and he stepped on the long skirt that dragged the ground and almost tripped over, and he realized that he was wearing such a dress today, and he still wanted to ...... Suddenly his face was red, and he hurriedly said goodbye. I was in a hurry to walk, and I tripped over it when I was about to go out.

Yuwen Xuanyi watched her leave with a slight smile, and turned out the window again.

A pale blue cloud is randomly embedded in the dark sky, and there are already a few stars showing a faint light, shallow and quiet.

The bottom of his heart was infinitely calm, and he only followed the breeze in the room, and then went out through the window and went straight to Tianluan City......

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In the curling smoke, the spring is getting stronger, the wind is slowly blowing, and the flowers are quietly blooming.

It seems that because of the shower, the Qionghua in the palace held out the snow and ice crystals of the trees in just three days.

Or because of spring sleepiness, the concubines are mostly lazy and lazy since the emperor's southern tour, and even the intrigue is listless, even the much-loved concubine Xuan, so she did not accompany the patrol, and she is less pampered on weekdays, and she has gained a lot of weight, a bit similar to edema, plus tired of applying powder, standing under the white Qionghua like snow, slightly withered and haggard. But the spirit is excellent, and she is holding the orchid finger and directing the little palace maid to fold the flower branch she likes and take it back to insert the bottle.

The rest of the concubines were not far behind. So in Tianluan City, where there are Qionghua blooming, there are groups of palace people, and under the instruction of the master standing aside, they break off a branch of Qionghua.

Although Qionghua is beautiful, people's hearts are difficult to satisfy. I always feel that what is in my hands is not very satisfied, but what is in the hands of others is pleasing to the eye, and I am afraid that others will break a better flower branch......

So it really "has flowers that can be folded and must be folded". The snow-like Qionghua flowers have been broken off, the branches tremble slightly, the petals are scattered, and the clusters discarded on the ground are being trampled by countless embroidered shoes, and the ears are filled with the crackling sound of everyone's scramble and the breaking of branches and leaves.

The flower branches in the lower places were the first to be disposed of, and the little eunuch rushed forward and brought the ladder.

I don't know who is so ingenious, climbing the flower branches and shaking desperately.

The petals suddenly fell like rain, but everyone laughed endlessly. There are concubines who are good at dancing to dance in the rain of flowers, attracting a voice of applause and jealousy.

It must be said that this scene is extremely beautiful and moving, but it is extremely cruel.

The flower waited a year for it to bloom, but it was destroyed as soon as it revealed its fragrance. If the flower also has a feeling, what would it be like to watch your hard work become the dust and mud under the feet of others.

Qionghua is in such a situation because of its own beauty, and people are so happy because of its beauty.

So, is it good or bad to be beautiful? In this way, is the pursuit of beauty love or harm?

Watching the snow-white gradually withering and shattering into mud, Su Jinling couldn't help but feel gloomy, but she could only be gloomy, because it was a group of pampered and arrogant women, she was not brave enough to sacrifice herself for the sake of flowers, she was not wise enough to stop this absurdity and retreat.