"Father, how can you have the leisure to paint today?" When Xiao Li returned to the Hou Mansion and walked through the garden, he saw the Marquis of Jingyuan sitting in the pavilion with a pen and painting, so he walked over, came to his side, and saw that it was an ink painting of the wind and clouds, and smacked his lips and said: "The clouds and mist are surrounded by the deep ravine, and the flowing spring is flowing down the deep valley. ”

Marquis Jing Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, his pen and ink did not stop, "Just came back from King Chen's Mansion?" ”

Xiao Li nodded, took an apple from a fruit bowl and took a bite of it, "Yes, I just came back from talking about official business, and Ah Rong asked me to say hello to my father on his behalf." ”

"I haven't seen Ah Rong for a few days, and I heard that he has been transferred to the household department by the emperor now?" Marquis Jingyuan mentioned Jingrong, took the pen and looked at Xiao Li, "He is in the household department, you are in Dali Temple, what business is there to talk about between you?" ”

Xiao Li opened his mouth and bit on the apple, he was stunned for a moment when asked, his clear eyes blinked a few times, and he said: "You can talk about other things without official cooperation, I am in charge of the murder of the official, and I can't figure out some questions for a while, so I asked Ah Rong for advice." ”

Marquis Jing Yuan's lips pursed into the word "one", his eyebrows became a river, he sighed heavily from his snort, shook his head, and said in a solemn voice: "There is more to the two of you than that, right?" After a pause, he looked at Xiao Li's evasive gaze, "I know what you are planning, although I don't approve of it, I won't stop it." ”

The crisp sound of "click" came out of his mouth, Xiao Li could only hide his weakness by eating, he was happy, and barely squeezed out a smile, "What's the plan, my father thinks too much." It's just that this case may be related to the murder of King Pingjun, so I went to discuss it with Ah Rong. ”

"King Pingjun? Wasn't he killed by Lu Liangzhen, why was he involved in this incident again? ”

Speaking of which, Xiao Li put away his usual cynical appearance, and Su Se told Jing Yuanhou about the cause and effect of the whole incident and their investigation and speculation.

"Click", the brush suddenly fell onto the unfinished rice paper, and the ink was like a turbidity poured into the landscape, smudging the thin paper of the scroll. Marquis Jing Yuan was shocked, even his body trembled a little, he sat on the chair, looked at Xiao Li in disbelief, and said: "Impossible, at that time, the Zhenguo General's Mansion was surrounded by the Praetorian Guard Legion, and it was impossible to fly out of a fly, let alone a person." It's just that when you say that, I think it's a bit strange. ”

Xiao Li said: "So Ah Rong said that let me keep an eye on the people who haven't happened yet, maybe I can use this clue to find out who is behind the whole thing." ”

Jing Yuanhou didn't feel that his heart was heavy, he picked up the pen, looked at the place where the ink was stained, picked up the pen at will, and in a few clicks, the dirty ink and the scenery in the painting were integrated. When he finished coloring, he put the pen aside and whispered softly: "If you really avenge the Zhenguo General's Mansion, I don't know who it is?" ”

The corners of the gazebo blocked the sunset, covering Xiao Li's twitching cheeks. For so many years, my father has always blamed himself for not preventing the annihilation, and he was even more disheartened with the emperor and the court because his best friend was wronged, so he withdrew from the court and did not ask about political affairs. If he really caught the fish that escaped from the Zhenguo General's Mansion, what would his father do?

Shaking off the conjecture in his mind, he walked to the side of Jingyuanhou, looked at the painting, raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "Today in Ah Rong's place, Princess Chen is also painting on the side, the child has seen it, the painting is good, although it is not as deep as his father's painting, and the pen is wonderful, but it is also lifelike and vivid." ”

"Oh? Princess Chen also likes to paint? "Marquis Jingyuan is now idle at home, and he has no other hobbies except writing and painting all day long. As soon as I heard that Mu Xuefu was also a person who knew how to paint, I immediately became interested. It's just that in a blink of an eye, he changed his words, "You are talking about Princess Chen?" ”

Xiao Li said "um", disapproving, "Yes, I saw Princess Chen when I entered Ah Rong's study today." We talked about things, and she was drawing. After saying this, he shifted his gaze to Marquis Jing Yuan, saw his slightly stagnant expression, and suddenly understood what he meant, so he said: "Don't even shy away from talking to me about things, you know how much Ah Rong trusts and loves his princess now." But it's understandable to pamper her, and this time Ah Rong treated the plague in Jiangnan, thanks to her. ”

Marquis Jingyuan's expression was awe-inspiring, and there was a faint blue beam in his eyes, and he said: "It doesn't matter if you love a woman, but she is Mu Zhaolin's daughter, have you forgotten why the emperor wanted Ah Rong to marry Zuo Xiangfu?" ”

Xiao Li had a look of resentment in his eyes, restrained the smile on his face, and said, "Of course, I won't forget that the emperor will do this in order to balance the power of the prince and want Ah Rong to stand in the camp of King Rui." After thinking about it for a while, he pursed the corners of his lips, "But the emperor's goal has not been achieved, and this Mu Xuefu is also dead set on Ah Rong." Thousands of miles to find a husband is also a beautiful talk now. ”

The story of Mu Xuefu going to Jiangnan to find Jingrong was widely spread, and it was also made up into a story and used to tell a story. For a time, everyone said that Princess Chen was affectionate and righteous, and she had a deep relationship with King Chen and his wife.

The ink has not yet dried, like tears stained on the skin, exuding a faint sheen. Marquis Jing Yuan blew lightly on the painting, accompanied by the autumn breeze, almost drowning out his soft whisper, "Let's look at it, it's too early to make a conclusion." However, as a woman, she obeys her father at home and marries her husband, if she is not confused, she should not do anything that harms Ah Rong. ”

The sunset is like blood, dyeing the sky red, the bleak breeze blows the light feather tent soft and elegant, and the corners of the clothes are like a pair of huge winged rain butterflies, flying freely.

Jing Rong's warm lips were entwined and grinding on Mu Xuefu's lips, gentle and gentle. His kiss slowly extended along the red lips to her exposed neck, touched by this numb and crispy kiss, Mu Xuefu "sighed" several times, one was more delicate than the other, and the other was softer than the other, which made people feel crispy in their ears.

"No, it's daytime." The moment her hand reached into her underwear, Mu Xuefu woke up like a dream, and held Jingrong's hand timidly, and the flush on her face was as bright as the sunset.

Looking at the delicate color of the pupils full of autumn water, the scenery became more and more emotional. He reluctantly withdrew his hand, stroked Mu Xuefu's cheek, and kissed her the corner of the mouth. He raised his head, looked at the sky outside, and whispered as if he were whispering, "When it gets dark, see how this king cleans up your little goblin." ”

Mu Xuefu bit her lip, looked aggrieved, and complained: "When did I provoke you again?" He also said that people are goblins, and I am clearly a fairy. ”

Jing Rong smiled low and pinched her nose, "You are a goblin, a grinding goblin who specializes in seducing this king." ”

Mu Xuefu's red and bright red lips pursed, pretending to be surprised, "Ah, the secret I have hidden for so many years has been revealed by you." The bright eyes turned around, and the cunning gaze flickered slightly, and he pretended to threaten: "I'll tell you, I'm the goblin who specializes in sucking men's essence." Today, now that you know my details, don't try to get out of this door alive. However, seeing that you are so handsome, I will give you a chance, if you are willing to stay with me, I will keep your little life. Otherwise, you beware of your life. ”

Jing Rong was amused by her series of expressions and words, and his heart was even more happy, feeling that the little woman in his arms was like grasping his lifeblood weakness, making him feel that he couldn't like her no matter how much he liked her.

Seeing him laughing, Mu Xuefu also laughed with Ling Ling, hooked his neck, and said coquettishly: "You say, do you choose to stay with me, or don't want to die?" ”

"This king is a man who cherishes his life, so he naturally chooses to stay with you. Besides, you, the little goblin, have taken the heart of this king, even if you eat this king in your belly, this king will be willing to eat it. This obsessive and coquettish appearance made Jing Rong's heart itch, and somewhere on his body seemed to be about to move. He hugged Musheph tightly and hugged her to his lap, resting his chin on her shoulder, relieving the feeling in his heart. After a while, the strand slowly retreated, like the ice and snow melting when the earth returned to spring, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a puddle of traces.

Jing Rong unfolded the lotus ink that Mu Xuefu had just painted on the table, and painted several lotus leaves on the ground, the lotus flowers either budding or blooming, in different postures. Among them, there is a pedicle and two flowers lined with green leaves, three branches of lotus stalks under the leaves, the leaves are written without bones, the flowers are hooked with pink and white, the reeds and grasses stand together, the aquatic plants are dotted, and the lake water is crystal clear. A pair of mandarin ducks are playing in the water, with abundant feathers and full of fun. A kingfisher perched on a lotus pole and was about to spread its wings and fly out. The color is bright but not thick. Brilliant and lifelike. The whole picture seems to be relaxed, tranquil and elegant, but it is a good painting, even better than the peony picture painted before.

Jing Rong carefully admired the painting, kissed Mu Xuefu's sideburns, and her cold lips touched her warm skin coldly, "Fu'er is really well-intentioned, this painting is painted by this king at a glance, and the affection contained in it is also very useful for this king to receive it." ”

Mu Xuefu tilted her head and glanced at him, and gently slapped his hand, "Who said, although you love lotus, don't you know that lotus is also called water hibiscus?" Naturally, this water hibiscus was painted for myself. ”

Jing Rong raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a smile, and pointed to the painting and Dilian and Mandarin Duck, and said, "Oh? Is it? But what do these hibiscus and mandarin ducks mean? He lowered his head, and the tip of his tongue scraped lightly on Mu Xuefu's earlobe, which turned red, and he scratched her nose, "If you have anything to say, just tell this king directly, why use paintings to hint at this king so tactfully?" This king is deeply concerned with Fu'er, and is naturally willing to have a neck-to-neck relationship with you Furong Dew and Mandarin Ducks. ”