King Rong didn't come to see her for the next few days, but Jiumu didn't have much to do with Xu Renqing. He still jumped out of the window and entered the house in the middle of the night, but he wouldn't bump into the good luck of the palace maid every day.

Let's not talk about anything else.

It's just that Xu Renqing is really a skilled doctor, and most of the pain on the outside of Jiumu was reduced when he appeared, and even the pain in the leg bones was much reduced, and with the support of the divine power inside, the body recovered quickly.

At present, the people sent by King Rong to Jiangzhou to inquire about the news of the son of He Chuan have left the country, and the orders they received may not be optimistic, and the new king is ruthless, which can be seen.

The spring breeze is getting warmer, and the trees on both sides of the street are green, announcing the complete start of the new year, and the past has become a cloud.

Zhang Cheng accompanied King Rong to take a walk in the courtyard, and this dispersion was half a day. Recalling last spring, King Rong was still King Yi, and he also did idle clouds and wild cranes. Looking at the present day, the bustling road ahead of the city has no end to the void mountain.

King Rong's mind is very clear, this is to choose a good background for the painting, but also to shine in the warm sunshine, but not to bask in the peerless beauty troubled by injuries and diseases.

He followed behind and raised his head, then stepped a few steps in front of King Rong and bowed down and said, "Your Highness, General Nan is recruiting troops to replenish the army again, and rumors are spreading in the country. ”

King Rong stopped, turned around and pinched the green branches and said: "This king has no intention of caring about him, the rumors are quicksand, and the more you stop drilling, the more you will drill." You know his intentions, but why don't you know about this king? ”

He's now. The heart is full of Hechuan, which is the story of Yijun Mountain that I heard on the road.

"It's not bad to be able to live the story that is passed down from the mouth of all living beings."

Zhang Cheng lowered his shoulders, feeling unhappy, very afraid of King Rong's complicated feelings at this time, and said worriedly: "Legends are often whitewashed and peaceful, but true or false, Your Highness's great achievements are the right way to be passed down through the ages." ”

"The king understands. But Zhang Qing has to recognize the situation, this king can't move General Nan, this is to play a game of chess, dare to ask empty-handed chessboard, how to determine whether to win or lose? ”

That's a must-lose game.

So he wants to find the best people in the world.

No, more than that, he wants to sponsor those teenagers and girls who showed their talents at a young age. He doesn't care about gender, as long as he can help him fulfill his father's regrets, it doesn't matter.

He Chuan was the first chess piece he wanted to take.

"It's not spring yet, and the branches in the garden are really boring, so let's just be indoors."

King Rong shook his hand and went straight to the Chang Pavilion where He Chuan lived. It's been more than two days since she moved here, and she doesn't know her habit of not being able to live, and the words of the internal officials can't make King Rong feel at ease, so she has to go and see it herself to believe it.

"He Chuan!"

Crossing the narrow passage and passing by the crowded stacked bamboo leaves, he felt it was a perfect fit for her.

Jiumu was lying on the couch and drowsy, poof, and when he was awakened by the book that had fallen to the ground in his hand, King Rong was already standing in front of him.

"What are you looking at?" He picked up the book and happily recited, "Qing and Jun have a covenant of three lifetimes, life and death go hand in hand, and they will never lose each other." The more he read it, the lower his voice became, and his face gradually lost his joy.

The bamboo rustling of the cold wind outside, and the voice of King Rong finally merged into the sound of bamboo leaves.

This book, he had never seen before.

"He Chuan, where did this book come from?" He rubbed the surface and the inside of the paper, and the new one was able to rub out the ink.

Jiumu pinched his legs intentionally or unintentionally, and said indifferently: "Pick it up." ”

"Oh?" King Rong continued to turn the next two pages, and the sentences were all poems and words such as I want to know you.

He suddenly felt very disgusted, as if someone had torn off these handwritten pen and ink and paper and stuffed them into his mouth for him to swallow, so he held the book behind him, not planning to let He Chuan look at these things again.

She should be loyal, but also resolute and strong, the whispers that these little women love are not worthy of the Tsurukawa in his heart.

Not long after, King Rong's face suddenly stretched again, and he lowered his head and asked, "He Chuan, does your leg still hurt?" ”

"I'm used to it, if I can't stand this pain, then I will have to boil it in the future."

"The decoction prescribed by the doctor doesn't work, or the subordinate doesn't serve me well, you can tell me."

Jiumu stretched out his hand and poked his eyebrow bone, as if in deep thought, and said, "If you want me to say, it's really unpleasant that you sent too many people to spy on me. ”

Since she moved to Changguan, the small chic yard has been crowded with eyeliner, whether it is serving tea and pouring water or washing vegetables and cooking in the kitchen, as long as she has the right eyes, the roots must be connected to King Rong's.

"I'm afraid that you will have difficulty moving so that people will pay more attention, and if you don't like it, I will send them away."

"I'm used to being alone, just leave two close ones to help me carry the things."

King Rong nodded happily, "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

"You came in high spirits, but there was a happy event?"

"Ah, I almost forgot, I'll see if He Chuan's mood is beautiful or not, but not for anything else, do you remember that I once said that I would draw a good story about Yijun Mountain according to your appearance?"

This matter was expected by Jiumu, knowing that it would come sooner or later, "Remember, fortunately, I've been in a good mood recently, and it's okay to enter the painting, but His Royal Highness King Rong must not forget what he promised me." ”

"Remember, naturally remember, I'll give you whatever reward you want!"

"Well, it's a good day."

"Really?"

"Seriously."

When King Rong saw her happy, he had a little more inexplicable expectation in his heart, not because of the problem of painting, but because he felt that He Chuan was also a woman, and he was bored in the palace and naturally paid attention to those subtle and considerate people.

Among these people, she can only pay attention to him Rong Wang and Li Sheng.

The figure wrapped in dragon pattern clothes took a few steps from the high threshold of the Chang Pavilion, turned his head sideways, and threw the book that had been carried behind him into the hand of the internal official.

"Burned it." After speaking, he walked lightly into the bamboo forest path.

There was a lot of noise in the Guangyang Palace, and many ladies and concubines were waiting for this woman who was hidden in the Chang Mansion by King Rong.

There are different rumors in the heads of the people around here.

Some people say that she came out of the workshop, and there is no writhing picture.

Some people say that she is a savage who can only spread wild on the steppe, and has no manners at all.

Some people also say that she was reincarnated by Mrs. Hechuan in her previous life, and she came to Rongguo to repay the friendship she owed to the prince.

The previous rumors are not tight, but the last one is quite controversial: Mrs. Hechuan and the prince should not have friendship, or Mrs. Hechuan is also in love with the prince for a long time, but the fate is too shallow.

Even the queen, whose graceful and luxurious face was not much better than that of the unfavored daughters of heroes around her.

She had seen He Chuan, and she was indeed relieved by her words that day. But as time passed, the longer He Chuan stayed here, the little thought that the queen wanted to treat her as her husband's life-saving benefactor, and was gradually knocked away by a few sticks.

He Chuan has no intention of King Rong, but King Rong is interested in her, and the queen can't live comfortably, and he doesn't mind this.

The warbler in the hall waited for a long time, and finally, when a dark red arrogance stopped at the bottom of the steps, everyone held their breath.