He didn't speak, just turned around and walked quickly into the imperial study, picked up the pen, quickly wrote a line on the paper, and then took the paper out of the courtyard and handed it to the hand of Zheliu.

Zheliu unfolded the paper handed over by Mu Jingzhao, looked at it, and saw a line of words written on it with the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, "The concubine doesn't like singing and dancing performances." ”

Zheliu knew that this seemingly short sentence was actually a great compromise and concession made by Mu Jingzhao.

Thinking that the contradictions between the masters will be resolved, I don't have to suffer from this.

So she turned her head to look at Mu Jingzhao with a grateful face, but saw that the other party only left her a slightly indifferent back, but on the neck, a blush climbed up to the root of his ear.

She nodded like pounding garlic, and carefully put away the paper in her hand, "Thank you Emperor, thank you Emperor, the slave will definitely convey all your thoughts to Concubine Ning!" ”

With that, she ran into the main hall.

At this time, Jiang Ning was struggling with the plans she had listed, and her face, which was originally full of ink marks, had a few more colorful colors, which looked funny and cute.

"Niang Niang Niang!" Zheliu ran into the hall in a panic, and was so frightened that Jiang Ning's hand trembled, and an ink mark was splashed on the paper in front of him instantly, and occasionally a few drops splashed up, falling on the black ink on Jiang Ning's cheeks, adding a bit of freehand beauty.

Jiang Ning wiped it on her face casually, the black and red mixed on her face, forming a delicate balance, the horizontal and vertical lines, the Tao had a bit of the taste of opera face.

"You girl, how many times do you want me to teach you before you listen? Don't be so hurried when you speak! ”

Fold the willow step for a moment, knowing that he lost his sense of proportion not long ago because he was too happy, "I'm sorry, Niangniang." Even if she said that, she didn't feel that Jiang Ning would really blame her, so she stepped forward quickly, unfolded the paper in her hand and handed it to Jiang Ning.

"Niangniang, look, the emperor knows that you are in a hurry about the birthday banquet of the noble concubine, so he specially gave you an idea."

Hearing Zheliu's words, Jiang Ning's eyes widened instantly, thinking that what Mu Jingzhao had told him was really a fresh trick.

However, what caught my eye was only the words "I don't like singing and dancing".

Jiang Ning squinted his eyes and lowered his head again with disdain, "The concubine doesn't like singing and dancing, you can easily know it without thinking about it, I use him to say?" ”

Zheliu shrank her neck a little sneeringly, and she really didn't understand in her heart, how could a person who was so smart and brilliant in her own family suddenly think so much?

She didn't believe that Niangniang didn't understand in her heart that in this harem, only befriending the emperor was the only way out, such a simple truth.

So she couldn't quite understand why Jiang Ning was so stubborn this time.

Despite this, she didn't want to delve into it, but she only thought in her heart that only solving the contradictions between the masters was the only way out.

"Mother, the emperor really wants to reconcile and apologize to you." Zheliu sighed slightly, and secretly said in his heart that he and Lu Feng were not necessarily so tired together, "The emperor learned that you were so troubled for the birthday of the noble concubine, it can be said that he was distressed, and specially asked the slave to persuade you to care about your body." ”

Jiang Ning didn't think so, she only felt that the other party was just some superficial rhetoric, and she was not a woman who would be moved by these words.

"Although our emperor is a little stubborn, he feels sorry for you, and it is all real." She carefully held the paper with Mu Jingzhao's font written on it, and carefully handed it to Jiang Ning, "In order to dissipate your anger, the emperor is diligent in farming every day, and as soon as there is something he doesn't understand, he will shamelessly ask the slave maid, who would have thought that you would not come out of the house every day, and you would not see the emperor's infatuation." ”

Jiang Ning thought for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at Zheliu, "Did he really ask you?" ”

"Isn't it, from plowing the land to sowing seeds, no matter what you don't understand, the emperor will chase after the slaves and maids to ask, and there is no master's shelf."

Seeing that Jiang Ning was slightly loosened, Zheliu hurriedly took advantage of the victory to pursue, "And now that the birthday of the concubine is imminent, even if you don't care about the emperor, then don't ruin the birthday banquet of the concubine Niangniang." ”

Jiang Ning lowered his eyes and looked at the mess in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, he had to say that for now, she really couldn't find someone who knew Liu Jinfu better than Mu Jingzhao.

After all, the two of them had fought together on the battlefield, and he had witnessed her heroic riding and knew her chivalrous tenderness.

So, with a lift of her hand, she lifted the paper on the table, folded it carefully, and sent it to Zheliu, "Take it to the emperor." ”

This is a plan that Jiang Ning just came up with not long ago, and it is probably to set off a fireworks in the palace, which is exclusive to Liu Jinfu.

Zheliu was suddenly overjoyed, carefully put away the paper handed over by Jiang Ning, and walked quickly to the courtyard.

"What is this?" Mu Jingzhao unfolded the paper and looked at it, as if it was difficult to comprehend the meaning that Jiang Ning wanted to convey.

"This is a plan prepared by the mother for the birthday of the concubine." Ori Liu stepped forward and squinted his eyes to carefully examine the paper in front of him.

In all fairness, Jiang Ning's handwriting can be regarded as juanxiu, but her paintings are really miserable.

The messy colors are piled up illogically, and it looks messy and has no logic.

The huge paper was a mottled black, with red dots the size of copper coins on the upper part of the black, and a colorful patch of color on the lower side, which seemed to have no logic or regularity.

However, to Zheliu's surprise, Mu Jingzhao actually seemed to understand this masterpiece.

He picked up the paper, turned around and entered the hall again, picked up the pen, traced a few strokes on Jiang Ning's painting, and handed it back to Zheliu.

Zheliu unfolded it and looked at it, only to see that there was a stage with fine painting skills on the paper, and on the stage, two people in costumes stood opposite each other.

Zheliu kept going, and found Jiangning again.

Jiang Ning redrew a few more strokes and sent them back.

As the two went back and forth, there were more and more things drawn on the paper, and the fatigue on Jiang Ning's face dissipated more and more.

The last time, Zheliu was so tired that he directly lay on the chair beside Jiang Ning, and he couldn't lift any strength anymore.

Jiang Ning, on the other hand, looked at the huge picture scroll in front of her and smiled slightly, she carefully rolled up the scroll in front of her, and stepped out of the main hall door in two steps.

As soon as she walked out of the temple gate, she saw Mu Jingzhao standing in front of the courtyard, as if waiting for something.

She was in a good mood, waved her hand at Mu Jingzhao with a smile, and ran out of the palace gate in an instant.

Mu Jingzhao was slightly stunned, until Jiang Ning's figure completely disappeared at the door of the hall, he lowered his eyes and chuckled.

(End of chapter)