Time flies, and thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In addition to accompanying him to play chess, learn calligraphy and painting, and accompany him to practice sword cultivation in his spare time, there is nothing new.

Qingtian has always scoffed at Xiao Wu's chess skills, and has also taught and instructed her to improve, but Xiao Wu's heart is not in chess at all. He played a lot of games with Zi Xiao, who often came, and he was also a chess opponent, when they played chess, Xiao Wu was mostly serving tea and reading books.

Qingtian exempted Xiao Wu from many private courtesies, and his eyes became more and more gentle when he looked at her.

In most of the homework checks, Zi Xiao and Gui Yan were like their brains opened, and they were very good, and the results were satisfactory to Qingtian, and he often left the brothers to eat together, learn martial arts and play chess.

Prince Qingtian often has a smile on his face, Guiyan and Zixiao are not as afraid of him as in the past, and the brothers get along a lot more easily and casually. Especially Guiyan, after all, the two are siblings of the same mother, and when they see their eldest brother happy, they dare to do something to play tricks, and Qingtian can actually let him, occasionally laughing and knocking on Guiyan's skull to threaten, there is a look of pity in his eyes, Guiyan pretends to be very painful and frolicking, and the brothers are harmonious and happy.

But when it comes to checking schoolwork and martial arts, Optimus will still be very strict. It is required that the promised things must be done, Xiao Wu, Zixiao and Guiyan are still very afraid of him, especially when he has a black face, he will never dare to be presumptuous and arrogant.

Every night, Xiao Wu still waits for Qingtian to review the form, and she can almost complete the reading and approval of the ordinary sheet independently, and Qingtian just reviews or asks her to briefly describe it.

In his spare time, Qingtian occasionally talks to Xiao Wu about his past experiences, his world governance, the way to be the king and the first in the world, and his ideal of wanting to make the world no longer wars and so that living beings can enjoy peace in peace......

Xiao Wu was often impressed by his magnificent ideals and spirit, and gained more knowledge and understanding of him, and admiration and admiration arose! He became a hero in her heart, and she also believed that he would become the greatest and most benevolent emperor with such a diligent government.

In the unrestrained and rambling chatter, Qingtian found that Xiao Wu's opinions on some things have very unique ideas, see the problem delicately and to the point, and argue with him about the problem, the arguments are full and rigorous, the vision is broad, the thinking is quick, the eloquence is even better, and the words are often witty.

Although Xiao Wu has no personal experience, he can understand the books he reads, and the two can often communicate with each other in the judgment of some events, learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and are more like-minded and heart-to-heart.

When chatting over tea, there is no master and servant, and there are equally lonely souls, who have to meet their bosom friends! No one realizes that unconsciously, the two of them have gradually entered each other's hearts......

In the blink of an eye, it was another ten years, and it was a spring night when the spring breeze was intoxicating, and Qingtian and Xiao Wu were silently busy.

Qingtian suddenly raised his eyes, and what caught his eye was that under the contrast of the sky and red candles, a girl in a moon-white robe was sitting in front of the desk, writing intently.

The girl's face is not delicate, her hair is pointless, and the two white hairbands on the back of her head dance lightly in the wind, flying together, as well as the green veil behind the girl. There is a cup of bright red and translucent ice pomegranate juice on the table, which makes the girl fair-skinned and elegant, quiet and noble.

The softest part of Qingtian's heart was suddenly plucked, and he was fascinated for a while, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Xiao Wu!"

Xiao Wu raised her eyes that were as clear and agile as spring water, and thousands of sparkling starlights came to her face, looking at the drunken and already heart-pounding Qingtian.

"Xiao Wu, don't move...... Benjun wants to draw you!"

Xiao Wu let out an "oh" and got up to get the painting silk, but was pulled by Qingtian, "Don't move!

Qingtian got up to get the silk brush, and took the opportunity to calm down the flustered heart, this feeling came strangely, there was excitement and more anxiety, the heart was warm, and the face was still a little hot. Qingtian secretly exhaled, walked back to his seat, spread out the brocade silk, and explained, "You continue, it's fine."

Xiao Wu smiled and replied, and then began to work alone again.

"Xiao Wu...... Look at this...... Xiao Wu ......", Qingtian whispered in a magnetic voice, calling from time to time, the girl who made his heart move.

Finally finished, Xiao Wu covered her mouth and yawned, halfway through, she suddenly remembered that the prince was still painting her, and quickly raised her eyes to see that Qingtian's scorching eyes were staring at her.

Xiao Wu's face turned red, embarrassed, and her mouth was incoherent, "Ah, oh, slave...... It's rude, please forgive your Royal Highness the Prince."

The little girl with a red face is like a small peach blossom in a vase, fresh and red!

Qingtian stared at Xiao Wu affectionately, and for a long time, he couldn't help but reach out and grab Xiao Wu's hand that was about to clean up the watch, led her all the way, turned to his side, and said gently: "Come here...... Sit down and look at the painting."

Pulled by Qingtian's powerful and warm big hand, Xiao Wu felt awkward, but she didn't dare to break free, and she couldn't withdraw her hand until she sat down.

Xiao Wu admired the ink painting that Qingtian had just painted, the picture was simple and elegant, under the fluttering veil, a pretty girl with a flying headband sat in front of the desk, holding a pen, looking forward with a smile, as if there was a sudden surprise in front of her, the girl's eyes had a light of curiosity and expectation, bright and clear! On the top of the table is a roll of unfolded bamboo slips and a peach blossom inserted in a bottle, and the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other!

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has drawn it so well......! It's a slave?...... Slave, it's not so good-looking."

"Xiao Wu...... You're a hundred times better looking than you paint!"

Qingtian's eyes were full of spring love, and his tall and burly body almost wrapped Xiao Wu in his arms, and he smelled it again, the faint fragrance emanating from her hair was a little uncontrollable......

Feeling the prince's hands begin to clinch towards him, Xiao Wu's mind "boomed" and he dodged and slid out of Qingtian's upcoming hug.

Xiao Wu got up to pour tea as if she was running away, and said in a panic: "His Royal Highness the Prince...... After painting for so long, I must be thirsty, slave and maid...... Slave maid, this is for Your Highness...... Go make new tea".

Seeing Xiao Wu's face flushed and panicked like a deer, Qingtian smiled dumbly. He remembered Xiao Wu's words that day when Xiao laughed, "In this little demon's spiritual platform, there is still chaos, so I can only wait for her to open up."

Even the roots of her ears are so red that she doesn't even dare to raise her head, and she doesn't know the east, west, north and south, which clearly shows that the little girl is now enlightened! The shyness of the daughter's family cannot be pretended, nor can she deceive people.

It is said that no book is written without coincidence, and this scene was seen by Yanran, who had just come in.

Yan Ran came to the crown prince with two kinds of dim sum and saluted, "His Royal Highness the prince, this is a dim sum made by Wu Mei Niangniang, and I told the slave and maid to serve it."

Qingtian didn't even look at it, and said coldly, "Put it down."

Yan Ran responded, knelt on the side of the desk, put the snack on the desk, she caught a glimpse of the portrait drawn by the prince for the little scholar, and her heart was suddenly shocked, remembering the little scholar's red face and helpless appearance, she immediately understood, what had just happened?

Yan Ran's heart suddenly stirred, and a kind of anger that was taken away from her loved one surged into her heart.

When Yanran first saw Prince Qingtian, she was deeply fascinated and couldn't extricate herself from love...... She sneaked out of the house, depreciated herself and entered the Yongzheng Palace to become a fairy, and it took a lot of thought to be able to serve in the Chenghua Palace. For 4,000 years, she has done her best, just hoping that he can see her good, and one day she will be included in the harem and accompany her beloved prince for eternity.

Unexpectedly, a little scholar has only been here for a few decades, and he has won the favor of the prince so quickly, how can she not be jealous and hateful?

When Yan Ran was in a daze, she suddenly heard the cold and dissatisfied voice of the crown prince, "If there is nothing else, just step down...... In the future, nothing big, don't come in and bother".

Yan Ran retreated in response, but what she heard behind her was the prince's soft voice, "Xiao Wu, come here....... Benjun painted a portrait of you, do you have to paint a picture for Benjun too?"

Yan Ran's heart burned with jealousy, Silver Fang bit her lip, stomped her foot fiercely, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn slut, you, wait and see!"

Xiao Wu pursed her lips when she heard Qingtian's words, and reluctantly complied, she took her face and asked softly, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, can you paint anything?"

With a doting look on his face, he smiled, "Of course!".

Xiao Wu knelt opposite Qingtian, thought for a moment, and began to adjust the four colors of red, green, yellow and black, and then spread out the white silk and began to paint.

Xiao Wu first painted with black paint, and while painting, he "hee-hee" and stole fun.

Qingtian was reading a book, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the little girl was mischievous, and he leaned over to read it curiously, but was blocked by Xiao Wu's smiling hands. Qingtian sat back, the corners of his mouth smiling, speculating about what she was doing.

When she started to paint with green material, Xiao Wu's smile gradually disappeared from her face, when she used red material, she was already panicked and cramped, and when she used yellow material, Xiao Wu was already very frightened, and stood up with a "ho", turned around sharply as if she was looking for something, and reached out to grab it, with a confused and painful expression on her face.

Qingtian hurriedly got up, pulled the terrified Xiao Wu into his arms, and asked worriedly, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

"I ...... I saw a figure dressed in white, it was him...... He held the ...... My hand...... In, painting"

This time, Xiao Wu did not break free from Qingtian's embrace, and there, she felt at ease and steady.

Qingtian could feel Xiao Wu trembling, and he hugged him tighter, "Don't be afraid......! Don't be afraid!".

After sitting down together, Qingtian saw the painting painted by Xiao Wu, a drunkard in ragged clothes with his chest and back bare, lying under the peony flowers with his eyes closed, his head resting on one arm and his legs crossed Erlang's legs, holding a wine gourd and drinking contentedly, and the painting also mentioned the words "Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic". It can be seen that the painting style of the drunkard and the peony flower does not seem to be from the hand of one person.

His heart was full of questions, but Qingtian's tone was relaxed ......and casual, he didn't want the little girl to be frightened again, and said softly: "How can there be any shadow painting? It's because you're afraid that Benjun will punish you and draw Benjun as a drunk, so you deliberately pretend to be like this, you say...... Yes and no?".

Xiao Wu gradually eased up from the panic just now, thinking that she did have a nightmare last night, so she didn't sleep, perhaps, this would really be in a trance?

But the feeling just now was too real, the figure had been behind her, gently hugging herself, holding her hand and painting with her, Xiao Wu could feel it, the sound of his breathing in her ear, what she saw when she turned around was the back of a young man in white flying away.

No, in last night's nightmare, there was also this back. Thinking of this, Xiao Wu trembled nervously again.

Qingtian hugged Xiao Wu tighter, and he began to wonder, is Xiao Wu thinking of something? or has been cursed by something? He began to feel distressed, this amnesiac little girl in his arms, I really don't know, what terrible things she has experienced in the past?

After fully recovering, Xiao Wu came out of Qingtian's arm, as if explaining and comforting herself, "Maybe...... It was because I had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well that I hallucinated...... It's okay, let Your Highness worry, it's the slave's fault."

Seeing that Xiao Wu's face was still pale and his expression was sad, Qingtian asked with concern, "Is it really okay?"

"Well, it's really fine...... Draw this picture, the slave maid just wants to make His Royal Highness the prince happy, the prince ......"

Before Xiao Wu could finish speaking, Qingtian interrupted her, "It's okay, as long as you're happy!"

The four eyes collided again, there were no sparks flying, there was only full of care and strong attachment.

The crown prince Qingtian is in Yongzheng Palace, except for sleeping, he is basically accompanied by the little scholar, which makes his two side concubines, beauties and Yanran very jealous, when the rumors that the prince has a crush on the little scholar are very loud, the women in the harem are even more uneasy.

Qingtian has two side concubines, the first side concubine is that he just came of age, according to the arrangement of Tianjun, he married the eldest princess of the Hux clan ---- Weixi, whose family power is extraordinary, and the second side concubine is to maintain the relationship with the fox clan, and the fourth princess of the fox clan Wu Mei was ordered by Tianjun to marry. Qingtian was also betrothed by the Heavenly Monarch and the increasingly powerful Wing Clan Elder Princess, just waiting to be welcomed as the concubine on an auspicious day.

The marriage of the Heavenly Clan's royal family has always been based on social welfare, and the relationship between various ethnic groups has been brought closer through marriage. Continuing to Qingtian, he didn't think it was bad, so what's wrong with this?

More importantly, he is the future lord of heaven and earth, and he is naturally a hero and a good couple admired by women all over the world.

The kings of all clans and fiefs regarded the marriage of their daughters to the future heavenly monarch as an unsurpassed glory. Therefore, wherever Prince Qingtian went, there were often carefully arranged encounters, and even if he couldn't get rid of it, Qingtian would often meet and politely refuse. For thousands of years, Qingtian became more and more tired of the fake chatter of those fancy vulgar fans, and later, he felt too annoyed to even the basic greetings.

When Yanran told Wu Mei that the prince was messing with the little scholar at night and painted her portrait in person, Wu Mei was shocked and stunned, and she didn't close her mouth for a long time.

It's no wonder that Wu Mei was so shocked, in this Nine Heavens, she hadn't said that she had heard of it, who was lucky enough to get the painting painted by the prince, let alone the portrait painted by herself. She has been married to the crown prince for more than 3,000 years, and the number of times she has seen him is only a handful, but how can the little scholar have such magical powers?

It's time to do something......

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