The air was crisp this morning, and it was a great day.

King Rong was changing clothes in the queen's palace, when the little insider suddenly came in and replied, so that his arm that was propped up suddenly froze.

"What? He Chuan said she wanted a small race? ”

He thought about it for a moment, continued to raise his arm and pretended to be calm, "When did you say that?" ”

The little internal official couldn't understand whether King Rong was happy or unhappy at this time, and he still felt that it was better to be cautious when he looked at his words, "What I said this morning, let the servants come to tell the king." ”

In just half a day, the news that He Chuan promised to compete with King Rong's 'fox friends and dog friends' changed from a simple competition to an official acceptance of King Rong to live in the palace. The queen and one of her closest concubines were busy getting together, and they comforted each other under the gazebo not far from the Chang Pavilion.

The small competition is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and there is a large courtyard in the palace for the prince to practice archery and martial arts, and the location is set in a place where the prince has not been haunted for a long time. Li Sheng's elder brother Li Ren succeeded to the throne for 6 years and did not have any children.

Just when everyone was panicking about the news this morning, at noon came another dose of fierce medicine for people's hearts.

He Chuan took the initiative to invite Wang Pinming, saying that the painting that he had not seen that day was longing for it.

It's still the peach blossom pavilion, the flowers have long been defeated, and they still can't stop the only flower in the tender green bush from blooming. Kugi was wearing the clothes of that day and was waiting for him in the gazebo early.

King Rong happily came with a long box, and felt that he was in a dream since he stepped into the peach orchard.

"He Chuan, have you been waiting for a long time?" He bent his eyebrows, almost all tenderness in them.

He Chuan stood up for the first time and saluted him slightly.

King Rong was stunned, and when he hurriedly stepped forward, the painting almost fell to the ground, "Just salute, just do it, don't stick to this." ”

"I didn't have to wait long." Jiumu didn't listen to him, and still saluted and waited for him to sit down.

After both of them sat down, King Rong first carefully observed her, and said worriedly: "I heard the palace maid say that you can't sleep well at night, and you always break out in a cold sweat. I glanced at you a few days ago, and it was true, I wonder if there is still such a disease now? ”

Kugi put his hand on his neck, his little finger slid from the base of his ear to his collarbone, and said with a smile, "It's still the same." ”

"Ask the doctor to take a look again, in that case, tomorrow's Xiaosai is really reluctant." He was afraid that He Chuan would embarrass himself because he left Beirong earlier, and then said: "The order has not been passed down yet, otherwise it will be forgotten." ”

"I'm fine, I'm pretty much done in the coaching field." Pretty much a fart...

She dropped her gaze on the box, pointed her finger and asked, "Can you show me?" ”

"Of course, that's what I'm showing you."

King Rong stood up, opened the box very carefully, took out some years of painting scrolls from the inside, and slowly lowered his head with his head.

The meandering ink dragon shuttles through the mountain, and the other nine woods can't see it, but they feel that the brilliance is not in the dragon, the favorite thing painted by royal painters, but in the thin smoke that the ink dragon wears through.

"Smoke and Dragon." King Rong also lowered his head and looked at it, this is a painting in the treasury that has not been recorded in the register.

After admiring the fake model for a long time, Jiumu didn't notice the payment, drank the tea specially brewed by the palace people, and said lightly: "It's a good painting." ”

"Hmm." King Rong didn't appreciate it enough, and then looked at it and said with some regret: "Such good painting skills, but people are not famous, it's a pity." ”

"People may just not like fame and fortune, and they just play with painting."

He handed the painting to the internal official and asked him to hold it aside, so that he could free up his hand to drink tea with He Chuan. "I think it's probably a matter of the name."

"Name?"

King Rong stared at the dragon in the painting and said, "Chen Wan, women prefer the word Wan, but I think it's too soft." "You must know that this kind of painting not only requires manual painting skills, but also needs a divine momentum to suppress, can't be suppressed, and draw things that shouldn't be drawn by you, which is very life-threatening.

Chen Wan? Jiumu's surprised appearance frightened King Rong, she didn't slow down her tone, and almost asked out loud, "Yes, Chen Wan?!" ”

He nodded, pointed to the inscription on it and said, "It's Chen Wan, that's right." After speaking, he looked at Jiu Mu suspiciously, "You know her?" ”

How did you not know? Jiangzhou Pharmacy still has her hell picture hanging!

Jiumu stood up and paced to the painting, the pen was clean and smooth, vigorous and powerful. . . She followed the payment to read the letter. Year 13... It was not easy for her to be able to paint this kind of work at such a young age!

King Rong was a little overwhelmed and asked, "Has He Chuan heard the story of this painter?" ”

Thinking of some of the king's affectionate words, Jiumu hesitated and shook his head, thinking that it was better not to say it. "I haven't heard of it, but the more I look at this painting, the more majestic it becomes, how did the king think of showing it to me?"

"Ahh King Rong rubbed the tip of his nose a little embarrassed, walked up to her and said, "The situation in Beirong is turbulent, just like the mist around the clouds, I... ”

"This mountain turned out to be Wangjing Mountain!" Jiumu's exclamation almost made King Rong forget all the words he had sorted out and went out of the clouds.

There are only a handful of famous mountains in Shikoku, and Wangjing Mountain is in Jiangzhou, he knows. King Rong suddenly waved his hand to let the internal official put away the painting, and boldly took Jiumu's wrist and sat back at the table.

"You..."

"I like this painting, can you give it to me?"

King Rong had never seen He Chuan's expression of being so fond of and eager for something. It's not that she can't give, it's just that she has been married, her home is in Jiangzhou, and she is homesick when she sees things...

"No... No way. This is the first time that King Rong has rejected her openly. In fact, Jiumu didn't ask him much to do anything, and this was the first time. So just when King Rong was a little repentant, a palace man suddenly knelt on the path and said, "Your Majesty, the door of the palace that was inspected today has been opened again." ”

King Rong clenched the clothes on his knees, leaned over and asked, "Who have you found?" ”

"Nope."

"Go down and keep looking."

Jiumu put the jade cup to his lips and asked flatly, "What palace gate?" ”

"It's nothing, there are always strange things happening recently, He Chuan must let people follow closely when he goes in and out, don't be stupid again." King Rong is now beginning to feel that the queen is nervous, and a series of things such as He Chuan's throwing into the well all started when the palace door that had been locked for a long time was suddenly opened.

This time the palace gate was opened again, and King Rong had heard the story there since he was a child, so he was quite afraid of it, and he was ready to send someone to Qingshuiguan in the afternoon to find a Taoist priest to see.

What about the painting?

After all, it still didn't reach Jiumu's hands, and she was a little unwilling when she returned to Changguan, more because she missed Jiangzhou. At that time, I thought there were many ghosts in Jiangzhou, but now it seems that there are not many ghosts? As long as she is a god, she will meet more than just people.

Thinking of Xu Renqing again... Kugi opened her hand, the black mole was in the center, and after grabbing it, she plunged into the house and found her former luggage package. After being chased by King Rong's soldiers and falling off his horse, these things were left at the innkeeper's place, and he had long forgotten when they were delivered.

When he pulled the horn out, a black and flat thing fell out of it.

Jiumu squatted down and picked it up, and the word 'ground' on the token was still the same. There weren't many other things in it, they were nothing more than ordinary clothes, and the heavenly documents were long gone.

There were a lot of people who came to watch the play that day, almost beyond Jiumu's imagination, a courtyard full of people. She thought that this was just a child's play, a little fight... Unexpectedly, King Rong's friends with unique skills are really extraordinary.

In terms of size, any one you take out is three heads taller than Jiumu, and in terms of body shape, no matter which one you are, you are fat and strong, and your face is full of meat.

"Whew, forget it" Jiumu cheered himself up weakly, fortunately, it was compared to archery, and he didn't fight hard.

King Rong deliberately picked what He Chuan was good at, and he could see it clearly that day, and he could see it clearly in the grassland, and he could be regarded as winning for her in this small competition.

In fact, Jiumu has a clear heart, King Rong has 'dotted', and she is in her heart, but her purpose is not to win the game or lose the game.