Boom......

Boom......

The bell of the remote city rang through Yun'an, and the palace gates opened one after another.

The Empress of the Great Wei Dynasty is in the court on the fifth day on weekdays, and there is no morning court meeting today, so she can't see the scene of the civil and military officials entering the palace gate, only a few courtiers waiting for the summons, waiting in the Qifeng Pavilion on the side of the Taiji Palace.

Outside the imperial study at the back of the Taiji Palace, the eunuchs and palace maids stood quietly and solemnly, and there were few incense burns in the splendid wide study.

The Empress of Da Wei, dressed in a red dress at home, leaned on the chaise longue, with a stack of folds on the small case on her side, holding a gold pen to read carefully.

Behind the desk not far away, Dongfang Liren, dressed in a python robe, sat upright on a chair, holding a book in his hand and reading carefully.

The cover of the book is very simple and serious, and the content inside is also written more subtly, but there are many illustrations to explain the pose......

Dongfang is a little strange between the eyebrows, and when he encounters a painting, he quickly turns it over.

Rustling......

There was silence in the study, only the slight sound of paper turning.

The empress approved a few folds, and found that the frequency of Dongfang Liren's flipping books was wrong, and asked softly:

"What are you looking at?"

Tears of the Heroine......

After listening to the words of the night terror, Dongfang became interested in this well-known miscellaneous book, and specially looked for it to see if it was all about feelings.

As a result, after watching it all night, it was indeed writing about the love between men and women, but the pictures were a little too detailed, and even the sex was painted vividly, and the strange way of being happy almost shattered her three views.

But this miscellaneous writing is really interesting, so I sat here early in the morning and jumped to read it.

Seeing that her sister was suspicious, Dongfang closed the book unhurriedly:

"The few trivial things that the people below have sorted out, there is no point."

The empress can sit in her current position, but it is not so easy to deceive, she grew up with her sister since she was a child, just by looking at the subtle differences in Dongfang's behavior, she knows that the book is not as simple as trivialities.

But in the face of her own sister, the empress was still very tolerant, and asked instead:

"Still angry?"

Dongfang Liren saw that his sister had made things clear, and his face was displeased:

"You know? I've only known Night Terror for a few days, but I just appreciate his talent and want to reuse it. The result is good, you can't help but say that you tricked me and him into the Canyang Pool, and hurt me...... Is this what you can do as a sister? ”

The empress held her side face with her hands, and her eyes were playful:

"Just want to reuse?"

Dongfang Liren said solemnly: "The Night Terror Hall escorted me, I really admire him very much, and I also remember his kindness; But in this way, I can be my concubine, how can I count as the guard of the black ya? I'm still thinking about whether or not to contact the Night Terror Hall, so you just add fuel to the fire and pull out the seedlings to make things happen to this point......"

The empress raised her hand slightly and stopped her sister's words: "Okay, when my sister made her own decision and interfered in your private affairs, you should think about this matter slowly, and I will not interfere." The night terror hall has a good root, he is a great talent in martial arts, whether he looks at it or not, don't push it outside, so as not to raise a tiger for trouble, and there will be a thorn like the leader of the Pingtian Sect. ”

Dongfang was a little surprised: "Does the Night Terror Hall have the potential to compete with Xue Baijin?" ”

The empress blinked: "It seems that you are indeed in a hurry, you really don't know anything about the Night Terror Hall." ”

"Do you know?"

"Just the punch I threw at you at Gyeongbokgung Palace that day, I can see that there is no way to do it, it is all talent."

Dongfang Liren thought about it, and his face was solemn:

"Really?"

The empress put down the fold, picked up the teacup and took a sip, her eyes helpless:

"That's it, it's really hard to talk to you about this, so you should continue to read."

“……”

Dongfang Liren felt his sister's attitude of 'rotten wood cannot be carved', and he wanted to reply with a few sentences, but he didn't dare, so he simply put away the books and brushed his sleeves away.

"Where?"

"Say hello to the Queen Mother."

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On the northwest side of the imperial city, the Queen Mother's dormitory.

The summer cicadas chirp in bursts, the palace maids who have nothing to do, mostly rest in the verandah, and the queen mother, who sleeps late all the year round, is still in the dormitory at this time.

Going to bed late is because I live in a deep palace, and I can't sleep because I have no support, and I don't wake up late because I didn't wake up and lie in bed.

In the silent hall, the palace maid Hongyu leaned in the room, holding a miscellaneous book in her hand and reading it boringly.

In the dormitory, everything is organized in an orderly manner, and there is a Danqing painting of the Queen Mother who has just finished writing on the wall—a person carrying a fat chicken, which seems to be a vendor selling chickens in the market......

The Queen Mother, dressed in a tulle nightdress, sat cross-legged on the gorgeous phoenix bed, with her head straight, her body straight, her mouth slightly closed, her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her eyes slightly closed, and her hands naturally hanging down on her legs.

This meditation posture is much more than the standard of night terror, so that the Queen Mother, who was originally familiar and beautiful, actually exuded a trace of earthly atmosphere.

The Queen Mother was born in the Qin family, a Jiangzhou Jiangmen family, and also practiced martial arts when she was young, and her mother doted on her very much, and specially led her to Lu Taiqing, one of the 'two saints', to learn art.

These Taoist self-cultivation methods were learned at that time, and it was also during that time that I met a close friend in my boudoir, Xuanji Zhenren.

It's a pity that in the end, Lu Taiqing said that she was 'too heavy' and didn't let her become a monk, and soon after leaving Yuxu Mountain, she was selected by the imperial court and became the empress of Great Wei.

Then on the way to Beijing, the first emperor died, and in order to win over the Jiangzhou scholars to consolidate the imperial power, the prince still respected her as the queen mother, who had never even seen the face of the first emperor.

Not long after, the Qin family had the merit of following the dragon when the empress forced the palace to usurp the throne, so the empress ascended the throne and still respected her as the queen mother, which can be said to be the emperor of flowing water and the mother of a country of iron.

This experience was too tragic, and the Queen Mother, in the spirit of early death and early liberation, had long forgotten these things to nourish and prolong her life.

But a few years ago, when she was idle and bored, she asked the palace maid to build a swing under the ginkgo tree in the back garden, Hongyu suddenly found that there was a rusty iron box buried under the floor tiles.

She thought it was a lovesick thing buried by a concubine in the previous dynasty, but when she opened it, she found that there was a piece of gold paper inside.

She had seen the 'Jade Bone Qilin Picture' in the palace, and she recognized it at that time, it was the 'Golden Phoenix Bathing in Fire' in the "Ming Dragon Picture", as for who buried it under the ginkgo tree, it is unknown.

The legend of the 'Fire Bath Map' is practiced to perfection, and it can 'heal itself from trauma and regenerate from broken limbs', as long as it is not killed at once, it will not be killed at all.

In the hearts of many physically disabled people, a complete body is even heavier than immortality, and the weight of this picture can be imagined.

After the Queen Mother got this thing, she was naturally happy, and went to the ginkgo tree every day to pray for blessings, thanking the ginkgo tree for giving her a not very happy life and bringing a turnaround.

But her good fortune seems to be limited to this.

Since she got the 'Fire Map', she hasn't encountered anything smooth.

She felt like she had practiced it for years, but she couldn't think of any use for this powerful-sounding secret method.

This picture says that it can heal itself from trauma and regenerate a severed limb, but only if it is injured!

She has been pampered since she was a child, and when she arrives in the palace, she is even more hugged, and even when she sleeps, the palace maid is afraid that the bed is too hard and will hold her, how can she be injured.

In order to verify the authenticity of the secret art, she had secretly slashed her arm with a knife.

As a result, the injury was really fast, and the pain was really painful, and it made Hongyu think that she wanted to find a short time, and the empress Jingwang came to shush the cold and ask for warmth.

After thinking about it, the only role of this "Singing Dragon" may only be to leave her a healthy body after a hundred years......

And she has a high probability of being in the deep palace, and she survives to the limit of her life without illness and disaster before dying, and her life is estimated to be longer than that of the one hundred and twenty-year-old Fengguancheng......

"Alas......"

Thinking of the long lonely years when she could see her head at a glance, the Queen Mother opened her eyes and sighed faintly.

Turning his head to look at the chicken vendor on the wall, he couldn't help but recall the cold boy who strayed into the palace a few days ago.

I bumped into this painting the day before yesterday, and I don't know if it was misunderstood......

Although it is just a very small thing, ordinary people turn around and forget it, but the Queen Mother is too boring, and this kind of small wave caused by an accident is enough to remember it in my heart for a long, long time.

While he was thinking wildly, there were suddenly footsteps outside the dormitory, and a figure strode in, his steps were heavy, and he looked angry.

The Queen Mother raised her eyes and looked at it, and found that it was a person who was dressed in a python robe, and she wanted to lean on the phoenix bed and pretend to sleep, but she immediately noticed that something was wrong, and she hurriedly turned it up, and ran barefoot to the wall to take down the scroll.

"Queen Mother, you are ......"

Dongfang Liren walked into the dormitory, and saw the Queen Mother in a nightdress, barefoot and disheveled, standing on tiptoe to take the portrait on the wall.

But because it was hanging a little high, it didn't reach the lanyard, and the whole person froze against the wall.

"Uh......"

The Queen Mother had an embarrassed expression and didn't dare to turn her head.

Stomp ......

Dongfang walked slowly to him, raised his hand to help the Queen Mother take off the scroll, and took it in her hand to look at it...... The wretched anger that I received in my sister just now disappeared in an instant!

Hey, what the hell is this drawing......

and my sister half a pound and eight taels......

The Queen Mother's cheeks were full of embarrassment, and she didn't dare to look at Dongfang's detached expression, and said softly;

"What's that, this palace is just idle, just draw casually......"

"I see."

"Huh? Do you see that? So what......"

It's really not good to leave the East to hit the Queen Mother who is interested in painting, and she glanced at the picture scroll with praise in her eyes:

"Although it is a casual work, it has the style of everyone, and the artistic conception of 'small people in the market living hard' can be described as ...... on paper."

？

The Queen Mother was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes and glanced at her masterpiece, and then looked at the Dongfang Liren with her eyes full of approval, her eyes were relieved at first, and then gradually turned into grievances:

"Liren, this painting is an imitation of the one in your study, which is a very handsome son, with a big bird......"

？？

Dongfang Liren's approving expression froze, and he looked at the picture scroll carefully......

Does it matter?

In addition to one person and one bird, the composition, artistic conception, and painting skills are a little involved?

If Night Terror Hall looked like this, then she shouldn't be able to stand up and walk out of the Canyang Pool when she took a bath the day before yesterday......

However, seeing that the Queen Mother pursed her lips and looked like she was about to be depressed, Dongfang Liren reacted very quickly and nodded slightly:

"I see. Well...... When I painted that picture, I had just entered Beijing from the Night Terror Hall, and I only had two taels of silver in my pocket, and it was a problem to eat, huh...... My original intention was to paint 'it is not easy for the small people in the capital to make a living', but the painting style is too high, too far away from the people, not grounded, and not painted. The Queen Mother's picture can be described as just right and wonderful. ”

“……”

The Queen Mother is not stupid, and she is also self-aware, so she can hear that she is complimenting her.

But no matter how complimentary, there is always a pinch in ten that is true, right?

The Queen Mother was flattered and leaned over to take a closer look:

"Really? Who can you recognize? ”

Dongfang Liren wanted to praise a few more words, but he couldn't hold it back, so he smiled and said:

"Appreciating a painting requires a high level of quality, everyone has their own opinion, and I can recognize it at a glance."

The Queen Mother was skeptical: "Hmm...... If the person in the painting saw this painting, would you think he would be able to recognize it? ”

I don't think I can ......

Dongfang Liren really didn't want the Queen Mother, who had suffered from the loneliness of the deep palace all the year round, to be unhappy, so she thought about it;

"He's just a martial artist, where can he understand the artistic conception in the Queen Mother's paintings, but if you look closely, you can still recognize it."

Yes......

The Queen Mother pondered slightly, and said with a smile:

"I still think your paintings are good-looking, and I've always wanted to learn them, but I can't get the essence. Why don't you call that guard and stand outside and let the palace practice painting? ”

Dongfang is rare to see that the Queen Mother is interested in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and does not refuse:

"There is something at home in the Night Terror Hall, and I want to leave Beijing for a while, and when he comes back, I will call him over and let the Queen Mother paint for a few days."

The Queen Mother was coaxed very happily and was not in a hurry, probably because she was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so she took Dongfang away and walked to the garden:

"That's fine. Hongu has been very interested in painting recently, so you can stand and let Hongu draw a few pictures of beautiful women, and I just happen to help you with the tasting and pointing......"

Beauty Figure......

Dongfang is not sure that the Queen Mother painted it, she can see men and women.

But it's better to experience the superiority of being a strong person here than to be autistic in front of my sister or the Night Terror, and I didn't refuse......