In the gallery of a small shop, Jiang Yao pointed to the scroll and asked, "How much?" ”

The shopkeeper was very happy and said, "There are not many girls, only fifty taels of silver." ”

Jiang Yao walked out with the scroll in his arms, with a sense of inner joy, continued to stroll through the alley, and walked to the canal full of weeping willows, scattered on the river, looking at the river in the distance, the waves were magnificent.

There were two people in front of them watching from a short distance, and the two of them looked at each other sideways at the same time, and they were suddenly surprised.

"It's you, girl."

"You're Wu Yong?"

That's right, it was Jiang Yao and Wu Yong, Wu Yong walked towards Jiang Yao with his hands behind his back, looking at Jiang Yao's eyes shining, and a little polite during the conversation, Jiang Yao unfolded the picture scroll he had just bought.

"I heard that this kind of fake painting circulating on the market is the initiator of you."

Wu Yong was blushed by this question, so he bowed with his hands and apologized: "When Xiaosheng went back that day, his mind was full of the figure of the girl leaving, so he did this with feeling, and asked the girl not to blame." ”

"I love it."

Jiang Yao's simple and straightforward words made Wu Yong's face blush to the root of his ears, his paintings have always been landscape paintings, but since he met Jiang Yao, he has greatly changed his previous style, and the paintings he made are full of throbbing feelings.

Then they went to the restaurant to eat and drink together, Jiang Yao's innocent and bold personality made Wu Yong think that women were carved into him, and there was a huge change.

They can even discuss the poems together, consider the use of each word, and the more they understand Jiang Yao. The more surprised he was at a woman's talent, his eyes lit up.

"Since the girl is proficient in poetry, I don't know if I can write an inscription on my painting."

"Okay."

Jiang Yao nodded, Wu Yong took Jiang Yao to visit his residence with great interest, and the paintings were full of Jiang Yao's paintings, covering the courtyards.

Wu Yong's residence is not far from Wanchang, and after Wu Yong got acquainted with Jiang Yao for his own use, he often ran in Wanchang Garden every day, drawing Jiang Yao's reading book, swinging in autumn, and even lying in the courtyard to take a rest.

Jiang Yao looked at the so many words he had done for himself, and the same beauty in his previous life, she suddenly asked Wu Yong, "Have you ever painted a private painting?" ”

Jiang Yao felt that He Wu Yong didn't have so many scheming, and he could sway freely in the mountains and rivers, was she the happy world she had been enjoying, and she was still a rich master.

"What is a private painting?"

She poured herself a glass of wine from the Western Regions, poured it into the bright glass wine glass, and lay on the chaise longue, wearing only a coat, vaguely hugging the secret inaction, the thin and transparent cloud veil, covering all innocence.

Wu Yong's face was flushed, the pen in his hand trembled, and Jiang Yao urged: "You have to draw quickly, after a while, the weather will be cold."

Wu Yong immediately stood and swayed the paint on the paper, and after a short time, he painted Jiang Yao's charm and enchantment, until when he put down the pen, Jiang Yao put on his clothes and stood beside Wu Yong with great satisfaction when he looked at the painting.

"Childe's penmanship is so exquisite, he can carve mine into his bones."

"The beauty of the girl, I don't need to portray it, it is naturally the most beautiful."

Jiang Yao took the pen and wrote an inscription for the painting: Jun came as if he was unintentional, broke into Yi's heart, drunk and lying on Jun's side, and relied on Jun Yi.

The inscription full of girlish feelings made Wu Yong's heart turbulent.

Jiang Yao turned to look at Wu Yong, who was so graceful, and her eyes flashed back and forth.

Wu Yong also looked at Jiang Yao with his eyebrows lowered, and said seriously and sincerely: "I don't care if you were the leader before, whether you were a princess or not, or whether you had a marriage contract, I just want to marry you." ”

Jiang Yao faced such words and wanted to listen to the voice in his heart, but there was no turmoil and waves in his heart, Could it be that only Duan Jingyan had to be him?

Wu Yong's hand took Jiang Yao's hand, and his hand tightly wrapped Jiang Yao's palm.

"Let's get married, three media, six hires, eight sedan chairs, I will only marry you in this life."

Jiang Yao withdrew her hand and said with a hesitant smile on her face, "Let me think about it." ”

"Yes, I'm abrupt, I haven't brought a dowry yet, how can my daughter's family agree so easily......"

Wu Yong immediately turned around and took the scroll, ran back excitedly, and said, "Wait for me to come with the dowry." ”

Liu Shangyi turned her head and said helplessly to Jiang Yao: "What if the emperor doesn't come?" Does the princess really want to marry Wu Yong? It's a bit too risky......"

"He's supposed to be back, he'll come."

Jiang Yao admitted that she surrendered this time......

Wu Yong, who returned home, framed the painting into the painting scroll, carefully put it into a box, which was filled with Jiang Yao's painting scroll, and then went to prepare the dowry, and was taken away by the man in black who fell from the sky.

Duan Jingyan, who was still on the boat, had already sent a secret guard to secretly monitor Wu Yong at this time, and the secret guard came to report at this time: "Your Majesty, Wu Yong and the princess have been in close contact recently, Wu Yong has to Wanchangyuan every day, painting for the princess every day, and today is even mentioning the matter of marriage." ”

The secret guard presented a box, Duan Jingyan opened it, looked at Jiang Yao who was painting slowly, turned to the last volume and opened it, and watched Jiang Yao lying on the chaise longue holding a glass bottle of red wine, covered in a thin cloud veil, which seemed to have a charm of nothingness.

Such a Jiang Yao, even he had never seen it, he didn't even dare to imagine the relationship between Wu Yong and her, looking at Jiang Yao's inscription on it, slowly affectionate.

He tore the scroll in his hand, his chest rose and fell violently, and asked, "What does the princess say?" ”

"The princess said that she wanted to think about it, but her subordinates felt that the kind of private painting had already been painted, and I am afraid that this family affair was very likely to ......"

The dark guard reported to Duan Jingyan every day, and he was a little anxious for him, but Duan Jingyan was still suppressing his emotions, Kant's stomach and the dark guard were recovered, and the dark guard walked out helplessly.

Duan Jingyan threw the scroll to the ground at once, and said to Kant: "Take it, burn it all for me!" ”

Kant shook his head, sighed, picked up the scroll, and walked out.

"Turn around and go back to Changyu!"

Duan Jingyan's angry roar made Kant very excited.

Finally, Duan Jingyan was willing to return to Changyu, willing to chase her for his own heart, Kant had long felt that without Jiang Yao, Duan Jingyan really couldn't get out of this range.

has been wandering on the Jiangnan River, for nothing more than today.

The bow of the boat immediately turned around and marched towards Changyu, and when it arrived, it was already early in the morning of the second day, Duan Jingyan got off the dock, jumped on the prepared horse, and rode towards Wanchang Garden.

The gatehouse of Wanchangyuan entered with the team of Wu Yong's dowry, and was just about to close the door when he was glanced out by the sound of a horse's cry, and saw that it was the emperor, and suddenly looked a little panicked.

Chang Hu, who was on the side, hurriedly opened the middle door and entered Duan Jingyan, leaning over to greet him: "Welcome the emperor." ”

Duan Jingyan picked up his horse and walked towards the inner garden, and ran around the lake embankment to the pavilion Jiang Yao and Wu Yong.

Jiang Yao was sitting in the pavilion playing the forgetting sheng, after a song, Wu Yong stood outside the pavilion and arched his hand: "Whisper Wu Yong, I am willing to marry Jiang Yao as my wife, I am the only one in my life, there is no other concubine, and the gold is rare as a dowry, and I hope the girl can agree." ”

Jiang Yao leaned on the guardrail of the gazebo, looking at Wu Yong with a slight squint, she felt a little sad in her heart, Jiang Yao didn't know what to do for a while, she asked softly: "Why do you want to marry me?" ”

"Because when Xiaosheng first saw the girl, he wanted to give you everything, and in this life he would give you a ...... to rely on and hold up a piece of heaven for you."

Jiang Yao smiled slowly, looking forward to something in her heart, nostalgic for no reason.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves galloped over, Jiang Yao saw a white shirt and sweaty BMW, galloping towards Jiang Yao, stopping outside the pavilion, and the person on the horse jumped.

Duan Jingyan walked towards him with a kingly domineering spirit, Jiang Yao suddenly remembered that such a scene had also appeared before, but he couldn't remember where it was, it was a very familiar feeling.

Looking at him, his heart seemed to be beating again, and he looked at Duan Jingyan with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Your Majesty, why did you come?" Will you give us a marriage? ”

"Is it enough for me to take Zhou Anguo's world as a dowry?"