Chapter 301

On the extremely rare "Lu Huangxuan" paper, the woman's fine brushwork moves freely, lifelike. The fallen leaves rolled up on the bluestone slabs seem to be blown by a real breeze, and they appear vividly in front of your eyes.

In the octagonal pavilion, a man with a blue cloak dragged on the ground, his brows were stern, especially his eyes, which were extremely sharp. Sitting upright on a stone bench, her hair is tied with a jade crown, and her sleeves are embroidered with a dark golden dragon pattern.

On his knees, the petite woman's side face was quiet, her neck was slightly raised, and her bright eyes were looking straight into his eyes. A scarlet jacket with only the fluffy edges exposed, below the shoulders, was wrapped in the bosom by the man's cloak, covering it tightly.

Behind him is a plum grove that has passed its flowering period, and there are dots of powder and daisy on the ground, all of which are branches and pistils, scattered into the mud. The background is a bit bleak, and there is a chill in the silence.

Such a scene should have been desolate and cold, but it was only because the two of them hugged each other tightly, their eyes were burning, and the corners of their eyes were slightly raised, showing a confident smile. Twilight makes the whole painting bright and lively.

"Your Highness, in the past, the Shen Family's Taijun gave a flower mirror to her husband to form a marriage."

"I remember that day in the plum grove, His Highness once said that it is not rare for concubines to treat each other like a guest, but what they want is 'Jin Se and Ming'."

His cheeks were flushed, and he took his big palm with his small hand, and gently placed it on the painting, "Today I present this painting to Your Highness. Your Highness, would you be happy?"

As if she was afraid that he would not understand the effort she had put into it, she added cheekily, "The concubine worked at the desk and never took a lunch break for three consecutive days."

The man beside him silently drooping his eyes didn't respond at all, Mu Xiyao tilted her head to secretly look at his expression.

Seeing this, his face immediately burned. Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes were like fire, firmly grasping her sight. In an instant, he raised his hand and lifted her chin high. The man's eyes were deep and deep, and the deep part of his eyes seemed to be whistling like a gust of wind, and the meaning inside was so complicated that Mu Xiyao couldn't distinguish clearly.

"Jiaojiao." Zong Zhenglin bowed to look at her, breathed and heard, even the eyelashes seemed to be tied together. "Old Madam Shen gave the mirror as a token of love." The palm slowly stroked the side of her neck, which was numb and mushy, making Mu Xiyao's mind sink a bit. "Jiaojiao gave this hall a painting, but what does this hall think it means?"

Her cheeks were burning hot, and Mu Xiyao drooped her eyelids, and hurriedly avoided his sight.

"Huh?" She straightened her face and forced her to look at him. "But what do you mean?" Get to the bottom of it.

His stern face was reflected in front of his eyes, and the toughness in his eyes was the same as that in Meiyuan. Not only did Mu Xiyao see restraint from his eyes, but also the sternness flashed across the man's eyes if the answer did not satisfy him.

It's this set again! Zong Zhenglin couldn't have it all, and what was left for her was all threats and warnings.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Mu Xiyao hugged his arms and jumped up and down. "It's just reciprocating, what's the matter, what's the matter!"

Not as strong as others, and will always be a bit short. So unwilling.

Seeing that she was so ashamed that he didn't even notice that she stepped on the wrong foot, Zong Zhenglin suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes sparkling.

Excellent, finally forced her into the urn. If he wanted to avoid it again, he would clean it up in the urn and let him take advantage of the warm and fragrant nephrite. His Highness the Sixth Highness was in such a beautiful mood, he leaned over and hugged her waist, involuntarily prying open the white teeth, the two kissed each other, and the kiss made the room gradually spread out.

Such a hearty laughter once again shocked everyone outside to their wits. Is this laughing out of anger, or hating it?

Mother Zhao caressed her heart and sighed silently. Follow the master out for a trip, this heart, ups and downs, there is no time to be at ease. Luckily, His Highness was so angry, this one knew how to coax him back. It's not like last time, it took another ten days and a half months to get angry. Thinking about it this way, it's weird to think that Master Yao has grown up a bit?

Shaking his head, he cleared away the unbelievable thoughts. With this temperament, how could he somehow feel that the master has grown up...

The atmosphere in the room was sticky, filled with the waxy fragrance from Mu Xiyao's body. Zong Zhenglin kissed the side of her neck emotionally, but Mu Xiyao softly pushed her away.

"Not yet, I haven't finished watching it yet." The man didn't see her real intentions in her painting, how could he agree to it! "My concubine took so much pains to do it, Your Highness, you have to read it in its entirety." Hong Yanyan pouted, a little displeased.

So charming... Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he stroked her temple hair and put it behind her ears.

"Where has this hall never been seen?" This painting was not easy to come by, how could he miss it?

"Yes, you can turn it over." The bronze mirror was given to someone and filled with objects, so it naturally has two sides.

Zongzheng Lin raised his brows tall, and with one hand, he easily turned over the painting that could only be lifted up by two servants.

The drawing on the back is extremely simple, on the finely textured rice paper, except for one thing, everything is blank. Looking carefully, the fat buttocks in the lower left corner, with its back facing the furry thing, what is it if it is not the cute rabbit in her yard? What made Zong Zhenglin look more closely was that the rabbit turned its head slightly and had a fresh carrot in its three-petal mouth!

He thought it was rare for this woman to straighten up, but he didn't want this surprise, it was too big for him to accept.

"Jiaojiao, why are you being naughty?" Zong Zhenglin cherished such an important painting very much.

Mu Xiyao looked at him puzzled, not understanding why this man was angry.

"Isn't there that auspicious pattern on the back of the bronze mirror? Your Highness is most pleased with that thing. I despise the ugly long-tailed beast, so I draw a good-looking one for Your Highness. Isn't it good?" The voice was a little pitiful, faint With a disappointment.

"Didn't Your Highness say that the concubine looks a lot like it? The concubine painted herself on both sides, thinking that His Highness would be happy." Originally thinking that in order to escape this catastrophe, she had to please the boss. She doesn't even want to lose face, seeing his reaction now, could it be that she is just adding to the liking?

Zong Zhenglin didn't expect her to think so, and the angry expression gradually dissipated. In less than a moment, Fu forehead muffled a laugh. Looking at her gaze, Mu Xiyao had a vague premonition.

"Jiaojiao, read more miscellaneous folklore books." His Highness the Sixth Highness gently advised.

Mu Xiyao looked at him ignorantly, what does this mean, dislike her for being uneducated?

It is known that she is not sensitive to ghosts and gods, even if there are related books in the study, this woman seldom reads them.

Zong Zhenglin didn't know Mu Xiyao's origin, and thought she disrespected ghosts and gods, and didn't believe in fate. How could she have expected that she was terrified, and she didn't want to touch those talking things anymore.

Reluctantly touching the top of her hair, His Royal Highness paid special attention to her reaction. "Jiaojiao, that long-tailed beast is not auspicious, but a monster that avoids blood."

To avoid... the ominous creature of the blood fiend? ! Mu Xiyao was stunned on the spot, dizzy for a while.

But seeing the woman's small face wrinkled like a bun, her face flushed, she hurriedly covered the painting on the table with shame.

Zong Zhenglin watched happily, and felt that she should be stuffed with red beans... His Highness Six came to a conclusion secretly.

No wonder she likes to call Chengqing Chengyou "Little Bun" and "Little Douding" in private, that's why.