The chess edict, who has always been silent, suddenly said: "It's not because of that sweet cake." ”

The word waits for the edict to retort: "Why not? The father-in-law's meaning just now was not because the painting brother gave Xin Zhizhao sweet cakes, and Xin Zhizhao prefaced him today. ”

Qi Zhizhao shook his head: "Definitely." The sweet cake is not worth mentioning, but Xin Zhizhao is willing to mention it. ”

The word was stunned for a moment, and I understood the meaning of chess and edict.

What is a small sweet cake, painting to be edicted to have a chance to see the face of the sky, is to treat the edict kindly, and cherish the kindness of others.

Divination to be edicted gave birth to a guess: Could it be that the nobleman who painted the edict was Xin Edict?

If this is the case, the relationship between the painting and the Xin is probably before the sweet cake.

And in any case, Xin Zhizhao's identity will make friends with a down-and-out petty official like them, which shows his character.

The painting was waiting for the edict to enter the palace and was led to Emperor Xingyuan, so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Emperor Xingyuan was gentler than he thought: "No need to be polite, I heard that you are good at painting people, and I want you to paint a portrait." ”

"Yes." The painting waited for the edict to lower his head and did not dare to look directly at Tianyan, looking forward to it in his heart.

can see what the emperor looks like openly.

"Well, let's draw a portrait of Xin Beizhao, you are familiar with it."

The painting was stunned for a moment, and soon responded.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were spread out, and the pen was raised by the edict, and the pen was not written for a while.

Emperor Xingyuan, who was standing next to him with his hands in his hand, wondered: "Why don't you draw?" ”

The painter tightened his hand with the pen.

He also wants to paint, such a big emperor standing next to him, he is nervous!

However, no matter how nervous he was, he couldn't stay still, so he secretly took a breath and put pen to paper.

Painting is not boasting, and after the pen is put down, the nervous and apprehensive emotions are suddenly left behind, and there is only a picture scroll in his eyes.

The appearance of the young man appeared in his mind, and the pen flowed smoothly, and soon a handsome young man jumped on the paper.

"Wechen has drawn it." The painter put down his pen and stepped aside.

Emperor Xingyuan was full of interest and appreciation, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The eyebrows and eyes don't seem to be a little different—"

As soon as these words came out, the cold sweat of the painter immediately flowed down, and he was busy looking at the characters he had painted in one go.

It's stupid to look at it.

With his painting skills, not to mention the young man who gets along all day, even a person who is on the same side can paint a similar one, but the portrait in front of him is not picky by the emperor, it is really a little different from Xin Zhizhao.

"Weichen is incompetent, please forgive your majesty." The painting was waiting for the edict to immediately kneel down and plead guilty, and his face turned pale.

I thought it was an opportunity, but I didn't expect it to be a big disaster.

He didn't blame the hard work that created opportunities for him, he only blamed him for being confused just now.

"What sin gives?" Emperor Xingyuan grinned unconsciously, "Well drawn!" Give a pair of pens to Zhaohu Lake, a hundred taels of silver ......"

After listening to a series of rewards, it became even more stupid to draw an edict.

This time it wasn't fear, but surprise and confusion.

Why doesn't it look like it's a big prize?

"Painting is waiting for the edict, and I am not grateful." The great eunuch Sun Yan reminded.

The painting waited for the edict to come back to his senses and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you for your majesty's reward, long live your majesty." ”

After the painting was left, Emperor Xingyuan picked up the portrait again and admired it: "The painting is really good." Sun Yan, arrange for someone to frame it. ”

He said that Mu'er must have something similar to him, and this was not seen by the painter!

On the way back to the Hanlin Academy, he stopped abruptly.

He is not obsessed with ghosts, but after entering a state of self-forgetfulness, the pen moves freely, and he draws such a hard edict.

He is good at observing a person's bones, and has long felt that the bones of the edict are correspondingly more handsome.

In this way, Xin Zhizhao is likely to be disguised, and his true appearance is ...... Like the emperor!

Xin waits for the edict like the emperor - thinking of this, the painting waits for the edict and gasps.

"Why don't you leave?" The chamberlain asked.

Painting a stirring spirit returned to his senses: "No, nothing." ”

He seems to have discovered a big secret!

Painting the edict step by step, back to the edict hall.

Seeing that he looked lost and depressed, several people came around.

"Brother Painting, what's wrong with you?" Words to be asked.

Could it be that his words and deeds were inappropriate and made the emperor unhappy?

The painting waited for Zhao to look at a few colleagues with curious faces, and slowly said: "I have been rewarded today, I am so happy, I haven't come back to my senses as if I was in a dream." ”

Xin Zhizhao is the prince of the prince!

As soon as I thought of this speculation, I wanted to scream.

"What did you get?" The word waiting for the edict couldn't help but raise his voice and ask.

Since it's a good thing, how can the painting look like this?

The people in the east hall couldn't help but look around frequently when they heard the movement, and felt hot eyes on the encounters of a few idlers in the west hall.

"I rewarded a pair of lake pens, one hundred taels of silver ......"

The words were waiting for the edict, and the eyes of several people were straight when they heard it.

One hundred taels of silver! A gifted brush that can be used as an heirloom!

"The Hu cake I ate that morning was much better than the sweet cake...... "The word was to be muttered, regretting it.

The divination edict nodded secretly.

There is no doubt that the nobles who painted the edict were hard to wait for.

Without mentioning the subtle changes in the minds of everyone in the edict hall, Xin Yu and his party galloped quickly and arrived at the post station before dark.

The group was dressed in civilian clothes, and after revealing their identities, the post chief was busy arranging meals in the room.

"Please heat up this crispy duck and send it over." He Qingxiao personally went to explain to the postman.

At the beginning of the meal, Xin Yu and He Qingxiao sat alone at a table, and when they saw the crispy duck served, they couldn't help but glance at He Qingxiao.

"It was made by an elder in my house, and I want to take it with me to eat on the road, and Master Xin will taste it." In front of other people, He Qingxiao was inconvenient to mention that the two of them had made an appointment to eat crispy duck.

"Thank you, Lord He." Xin Yu didn't expect He Qingxiao to remember the previous agreement, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise, "It's good that Lord He has elders who care about you so much." ”

He Qingxiao thought of the scene when Aunt Gui stuffed the crispy duck to him with a straight face, and he was a little unconfident in this for a while.

Aunt Gui didn't seem to want to deal with him.

"Aunt Gui heard that I escorted Gongzi Xin on a trip, and said that when Gongzi Xin came back, please come to the Hou Mansion, and she will personally cook and entertain her."

"Then when you come back, Lord He, don't forget."

Jin Linwei at the other table listened to his adults talking and laughing with Xin Gongzi, and secretly wondered.

Adults aren't usually such enthusiastic people.

As for Qianfeng and Ping'an, after quickly finishing the meal, he silently stood behind Xin Yu, and there was only this new master in his eyes.

Two more loyal people protect Xin Yu, and He Qingxiao is happy to see it, until these two insist on sleeping in the same room with Xin Yu.

"Let's just lay the floor, it won't affect the rest of the son." Thousand Winds assured.

Xin Yu's head is big: "I'm not used to sleeping in the same room with people. Knowing that someone is there, you can't sleep even if you don't make a sound. ”

"Then the villain and Qianfeng waited for the son to fall asleep before entering the house?"

"Nope." Xin Yu and He Qingxiao refused in unison.

After the two finished speaking, they looked at each other, and their eyes were helpless.

Thousand Winds and Ping An were puzzled by He Qingxiao's reaction.

What's the matter with this Lord He, is he so careless about the safety of his son?

(End of chapter)