"Does it hurt?"

In the silence of the night, this inquiry was like snow fluttering on the eaves of winter.

Zhiyin didn't sleep.

This is the first time she has been lying in the same bed with her husband since she got married, but the relationship between the two is cold, only a little better than a stranger, and the matter of Fang Cai is embarrassing at this time, but she closes her eyes and pretends to sleep.

After a long silence, she replied in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little sore." Thank you Lang Jun for your concern. ”

Xie Mingting was silent.

He wasn't asking about her hand.

Just now...... When he was entangled with her, he remembered that he had pushed people against the wall, not intentionally, but he did hurt her.

But what can I say?

She was supposed to be his brother and sister, and they shouldn't have crossed paths, and tonight's events had deviated from his control over the relationship, and it also violated the ethics of the Gangchang. It's just as if it didn't happen.

I hope that when Yun Ji comes back, he can also cover up the success and hide this matter forever.

After being speechless for a long time, Xie Mingting got up in his clothes: "Rest early." ”

He stayed and left, his movements were so light that he could only hear the sound of the door in the silence, and when Zhiyin turned his face sideways, the light on the other end of the cupboard was already on.

Zhiyin was a little puzzled.

Why did he leave?

Just now, he did not refuse her closeness, although he closed his eyes and refused to look at her, but that forbearance also showed that he was not completely unemotional.

He would kiss her in a daze, he would whisper sorry to her, he would acquiesce to her intimacy with him, but he seemed reluctant to sleep on the same couch with her......

But it's already like that, so what's the difference between sleeping together or not? What the hell is he holding onto?

She remembered the scene she had just glimpsed, the moonlight hitting his handsome nose and eyebrow bones, as if shining on a god made of beautiful jade, cold and solemn, and could only be viewed from a distance. But because she is infected with worldly desires, she is like a beautiful jade that has fallen into the mud, or an immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust......

Zhiyin's heart was a little confused, she turned sideways and suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart.

What are you thinking.

She complained to herself in her heart.

Everything she did was just to stay in Chen Liuhou's Mansion, he was so cold, and he didn't treat her well, did she still like him.

*

The next day, Rinko-in Temple.

The maid in the Qilin courtyard came to the courtyard early in the morning to report, and learned that the eldest son had stayed in the second daughter-in-law's room for more than an hour last night, and the county lord of Wuwei smiled: "It's really done?" ”

The maid replied with a smile: "The slaves and maids are all watching, but the prince pressed the young lady against the wall and kissed it!" ”

Most of the servants in the house are servant women who have followed the lord of Wuwei for many years, the Hu women are spicy and bold, and there is laughter in the sunny flower hall.

The county lord of Wuwei also laughed twice: "That...... What about Yuanpa? ”

The smile on the maid's face froze. Seeing that the smile on the county lord's face also faded, Yun Yuan, who followed and talked back together, hurriedly knelt down and replied: "No, later, later, the prince left and didn't spend the night with the young lady, so there was no one, it's not that the young lady lost her virginity, ...... not."

She has a good impression of this new young lady, gentle and gentle, and treats them with a pleasant face, without any arrogance. was worried that the female monarch would misunderstand, so he was busy defending her.

The county lord of Wuwei also listened to it and understood, there was still no substantial progress in the relationship between the two of them, and what the maids played was just an insignificant vignette, far from the result she wanted.

She patiently asked a few words about last night, and when she learned that her eldest son was abnormal last night, she immediately ordered: "Send someone to the palace to ask Mingquan what is going on." ”

Mingquan was a servant of the Liangzhou Mansion, and he served beside Zhou Xuanying, the Duke of Chu, and the lord of Wuwei sometimes wanted to inquire about the affairs of the palace, so he sent people to find him.

The county lord of Wuwei knew very well in his heart that with the character of the eldest son, it was more difficult to wait for him to take the initiative than to ascend to the sky.

Something must have happened last night to break the ice between the two of them.

However, before the people sent out came back to reply, they first waited for the reward in the palace. Liang Zhi, the chief attendant and supervisor of the empress, who came to give the gift, smiled and put a beautifully packaged rosewood carved flower box in his hand:

"Second son, this is the "Rui Xue Tu" rewarded by His Majesty, please thank you."

It's good, what kind of painting to appreciate.

The county lord of Wuwei, who knelt behind him to greet him, jumped his eyelids, and inevitably muttered in his heart, could it be that the empress really fell in love with her son.

Zhiyin knelt beside her mother-in-law with her head down, and her eyelashes trembled. "Ruixue Tu", this is the hand-me-down work of Nanhuazi, the patriarch of Longhua Mountain, the holy hand of Danqing in the previous dynasty, and his mother had not seen it with people on Longhua Mountain before his death, so it turned out to be in the palace.

might as well Liang Zhi stopped her again, still smiling kindly: "This is the young lady, Your Majesty also has a reward, please come and accept the order." ”

Zhiyin raised her eyes and saw that there were still more than a dozen mahogany willow nail boxes in the courtyard, all of which were awarded to her, and she couldn't help but be flattered.

"Your Majesty said, this marriage young lady is wronged, and she and our second son are also cousins, these are the wedding gifts given to you as a cousin." Liang Shi explained with a smile.

How to be a grievance law, only Zhiyin in this courtyard does not understand, Xie Mingting's face is expressionless, and the face of the county lord of Wuwei is slightly dark.

After sending off the palace attendants, Zhiyin handed over all the rewards to her mother-in-law's treasury, and returned to Kirin Temple with her husband.

The maids followed closely behind, leaving time for the two to be alone.

However, after yesterday's events, they were embarrassed by each other at this time, and Xie Mingting was born with slender limbs and fast steps, Zhiyin could barely keep up with him at first, but after walking for a while, he only trotted. She had no choice but to stop him: "The "Longhua Ruixue Map" given to Lang Jun by His Majesty, can you show it to the concubine." ”

This sound was faint, and there was a little bit of a woman's light gasp, Xie Mingting turned around, only to see that she had fallen behind, and her beautiful face was red and coquettish.

He looked away slightly unnaturally and stopped to wait for her: "You like to paint?" ”

She nodded, her cheeks a little embarrassed for some reason: "My mother loved Danqing when she was alive, and I heard her say that this painting is the only work of Nanhuazi, so I want to see it." ”

Xie Mingting still didn't understand that her embarrassment at this time was because her mother came from a family of painters and belonged to the "hundred workers" who did not enter the stream, but she rarely begged him, let alone such a trivial request.

He looked at the shame in her eyes that he thought he had hidden well, and bowed slightly: "If you want to see it, I'll give it to you when you go back." ”

He slowed down, and the two of them walked side by side toward the courtyard. Before he arrived at the door of the weeping flowers, there was a steward waiting by the door with a person, and it was the little guard who led him to the Huiyou Hall last night.

He didn't look very good, limped as he came up to salute, and handed over a letter with a hippie smile:

"This is the little one of the Duke of Chu who gave it to you, and I invite you to take a look."

Xie Mingting's face was cold, and he went straight to the hospital after receiving the letter.

Zhiyin didn't know why, so he glanced at the man in surprise and followed in.

"Why did the Holy Lord send this painting to Lang Jun."

The two entered the study together, Xie Mingting handed over the painted box to her, and he chose another Nanmu chair to sit on, ready to open the letter.

"What do you think?" He said nonchalantly, his eyes not taking his eyes off the notebook in his hand at all.

Although he asked her, he actually understood it in his heart. After hearing about last night's incident, the empress severely punished the people who served around her. As for Zhou Xuanying herself, because she is also a scholar order, she can't just be confined to the cold palace like the concubine who made mistakes in the past, and because of her status as the empress's husband, she can't be dismissed and imprisoned like a criminal minister, probably that is, he is demoted and imprisoned, and he will not be allowed to serve for the time being.

However, with what Zhou Xuanying did, it was clearly on the grounds of vinegar and contempt for the monarchy, and sooner or later he would be liquidated.

Therefore, the empress gave him this painting today, firstly, to encourage and beat him with snow;

Second, before his father's death, Yahao Danqing was famous in Beijing, and he once asked Nanhuazi's disciples for this "Ruixue Map" Jiushang Longhua Mountain, but he couldn't get it. Later, this painting fell into the hands of Zhou Xuanying for some reason, and the empress gave it to him today, which can be regarded as an apology.

It's just that he is not a father at all, disasters often accumulate in the slightest, and Zhiyong is mostly trapped in drowning, whether it is people or things, once he is too indulgent, it will bring disaster, and he has nothing to like or dislike.

will not be like his father, because Danqing is entangled with a married woman, betrays his mother, and incurs revenge.

Zhiyin has fully unfolded the picture scroll at this time, and it is indeed worthy of being a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, the picture scroll is painted with Cangshan negative snow and bright candle Tiannan, although the scenery is wide, the slightest can be seen. The charm is vivid and lifelike.

The penmanship is exquisite, more like the spring silkworm floating in the air, flowing water, and has won the charm of Gu Kaizhi, a famous artist in the Later Jin Dynasty. She admired it for a moment before replying:

"White snow is a pure thing, I think the saint may want to use this painting to praise Lang Jun's noble temperament."

His finger on the vermilion cover paused slightly, then he suddenly looked away and asked inexplicably: "Do you also think that snow is the purest and purest thing?" ”

There seemed to be a bit of contempt and ridicule in this voice, and Zhiyin was even more puzzled by the word "also": "Don't everyone in the world think so?" ”

"Although the white feather is white, the quality is light, although the white jade is white, the empty guard is chaste. If it snows, it will rise and fall because of the times. Xuanyin is not clear, and the sun is not solid. She read out the sentence from Xie Zhuang's "Snow Fu" of the Southern Dynasty.

- Although the white feathers are white, the texture is not strong; Although the white jade is white, it is vain and steadfast; It is not as white as this snow, which melts at any time of the season, and the night cannot hide its brightness, nor can the sun annihilate its integrity.

Xie Mingting lowered his head and drank tea.

"Is it my name to be pure, but not my chastity. Because of the encounter, the pollution is dyed. ”

"Integrity is never the name of snow, and whiteness is not its steadfastness. It remains clean when it is clean, and it becomes cloudy when it is dirty. It can be seen that Bai Xue has never said anything noble, but because the snow white on the surface covers up all pickles and sins, the world is confused. How do you know that God is giving this picture to praise me and not to remind me? ”

"This is also a sentence in "Snow Fu", don't you know?"

Zhiyin was a little confused.

This is indeed a sentence of "Snow Fu", but the Holy Imperial Gift, it can't be a painting to scold him for being inconsistent, right? She could only respond curtly: "Lang Jun's opinion is novel......

Xie Mingting put down the teacup and said nothing.

He thought she was smarter than ordinary women, but now it seems that he thinks highly of her.

I don't know why I was a little disappointed, he no longer paid attention to Gu Zhiyin, and lowered his eyes to read the letter.

This look was stunned, and his eyes were locked on the paper. Zhiyin couldn't help but call him: "Lang Jun? ”

He came back to his senses, and put the letter in his sleeve as usual: "It's nothing, if you like it, then the painting will be given to you." ”

The gift of the emperor, he was also so generous, Zhiyin was a little surprised, pursed his lips and thanked him.

Xie Mingting's mind remained in the letter, and he seemed a little absent-minded.

Zhou Xuanying said in the letter that the name of the medicine he took last night was "ten days drunk".

As the name suggests, this medicine lasts for 10 days and is divided into four episodes, namely the 1st, 3rd, 6th and 10th days.

Non-intersection cannot be solved.

Xie Mingting grabbed the letter, his face pale.