It was at this moment that Shen Jiayu woke up, she got out of bed, pulled her shoes, and shouted to the outside: "Jiuhuan! ”

"Here, what do you have to say?"

Jiuhuan thought that Shen Jiayu woke up and wanted to change his clothes and freshen up, so he asked casually, and his body had already skillfully rushed to the wardrobe, planning to match the clothes for the young lady.

But I heard Shen Jiayu ask: "Where are my rice paper and paints?" ”

Jiuhuan opened the door of the cabinet for a moment, and then replied: "They are all in your study, although you don't often go to the study, but you have never brought the bedroom with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, saying that the bedroom is a place to rest, not for work." ”

Shen Jiayu's literary attainments are not low, but after she indulged in the bizarre world in the book, she rarely read poetry and songs anymore, she has an independent courtyard, naturally a small kitchen and a study are all available, but the study only played a role in her childhood, and she rarely stepped into it later.

Jiuhuan is personally responsible for cleaning her study, for fear that the little ancestor will enter on a whim.

"Then you can help me bring it, by the way, how long have I slept and how long is it until dinner."

Jiuhuan replied one by one: "You slept for half an hour, and Miss Sisi and Miss Niannian came halfway, saying that they were giving you the jewelry they bought, and the slave maid accepted it for you, and when the slave maid said that you were sleeping, they quietly left again." ”

"The eldest prince also came, saying that the meal will be opened after an hour, let the slave call you, don't miss the hour."

After saying that, she opened the door and went to the study next door to bring rice paper and paint, thinking about the habit of young lady to draw one and throw one another, she took a thick pile of paper, just in case.

"That's enough time."

Shen Jiayu stood up, spread out the rice paper, and recalled the color of the paint at that time, after all, it was something she had painted, and now that she had seen it, the memories had also poured into her mind, Jiuhuan was on the side to help adjust the paint, but she didn't raise her eyes to see what the young lady was painting.

She had watched intently once before, and was too impressed to look directly.

"It's obviously very lifelike, especially this king character, what an image, the tiger is vigorous, His Royal Highness should be very happy to see such a vivid little tiger, and it can be regarded as making up for the shortcomings of five or six years ago, Your Highness must be particularly moved."

Shen Jiayu first drew a rough outline, and then traced it carefully, colored, and kept thinking about it.

Jiuhuan listened on the sidelines, scratching his heart and lungs, he really wanted to appreciate the masterpiece, he couldn't help but glance at it with his spare eyes, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, even if it was a sin to look at it more.

"Ah, it's a mess, it's dark, it's not good-looking, it doesn't fit the image and temperament of His Highness."

Shen Jiayu crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it casually, and counted the first one silently.

She was concentrating, naturally she didn't know what the intimate maid was doing, so she repainted a new one, obviously according to the same proportion in her memory, but when she put it up, she felt that something was wrong everywhere, and it seemed that there were two points less childlike fun.

Second, third, fourth......

There were more and more paper balls on the ground, Jiuhuan felt that his arms were sore, he lowered his arms to soothe them, and the rice paper became thinner and thinner.

"Whew, it's finally done."

Shen Jiayu's hands were stained with various colors of paint, but she didn't care at all, she just looked at her finished painting with great satisfaction, and then hung it up, Jiuhuan looked at the colorful little tiger cat, and didn't understand why the young lady painted it into a gorgeous peacock.

I'm afraid that only the Third Highness understands.

When Shen Jiayu was immersed in the painting place, Yan Suizhi took Shi Po into the palace to face the saint, and Shi Po knelt in the center of the hall and confessed his crime.

Yan Suizhi sat quietly on the side, without interjecting or making any additions.

The emperor was satisfied with the recovery of the money and property without causing huge losses, but he was not satisfied with Yan Suizhi's investigation results, so he was angry at him.

"You've been gone for more than a month, and you haven't found the real murderer yet?"

The emperor shook the fold he presented, and the fold fell at Yan Suizhi's feet, and Yan Suizhi was indifferent: "The son has a suspicion, and he also has some evidence, but I don't know if my father is willing to admit it." ”

"The real culprit behind the scenes is too ......"

"Shut up!"

This was the second time that the emperor interrupted Yan Suizhi's words.