Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 878

Zhao Ji still has great confidence in Liang Dong's talent.

Of course, if it were any other talent, he might not be interested in learning about it.

After all, it is still Aiwujiwu.

Ling Xiao tidied up all Liang Dong's painting exercises and calligraphy posts for calligraphy practice these days, put them away neatly on the desk.

Zhao Ji was on the sidelines to help, carrying things for her without complaint.

The great eunuch Su Mo was standing in the next room, and seeing Zhao Ji's joyful look, Su Mo couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Who said that Zhao Ji is an emperor who doesn't understand emotions?

See, once he falls in love with someone, he becomes very loyal, very attentive.

In short, it's a dog's leg.

It is widely rumored that Zhao Ji is a cold and ascetic emperor. There are only a dozen or so concubines in the harem. He is not obsessed with women like other emperors. On the contrary, he is very restrained. A good emperor who is diligent in government and loves the people.

The old god Su Mo stood on the ground in the next room until an hour later.

Ling Xiao tidied up Liang Dong's work, then took out a landscape painting she liked very much, and motioned Zhao Ji to inscribe Liang Dong.

Zhao Ji was taken aback for a moment, then smiled courteously and said, "Ling Xiao, can you grind the ink for me?"

Ling Xiao agreed, and took a good Ruimo ink ingot engraved with the longevity of the crane, and slowly melted it with clear water.

Zhao Ji picked up the brush, spread out Liang Dong's painting scroll, admired it carefully, and said with a smile: "Father-in-law's painting is very artistic, mainly because his state of mind is simple and unpretentious, not so fancy."

father in law?

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and pinched him, deliberately teasing him: "Who is your father-in-law? If you stay in my house so dishonestly, I can sue the officials and say that you are a criminal who broke into a private house!"

Zhao Ji's expression froze immediately, he was pinched by Ling Xiao, and he could vaguely feel the strength and warmth of her fingertips.

Sue the officer?

Undoubtedly, the biggest official in the Song Kingdom was himself.

Holding the brush, he cast a sideways glance at Ling Xiao helplessly: "I don't care! This father-in-law is the father-in-law I recognize, and even you can't stop me from recognizing Mr. Liang as my father-in-law."

Very rambunctious.

Ling Xiao couldn't help being happy: "Okay! If my father has no objection, then I'm still very satisfied if you insist on being his son-in-law."

Zhao Ji's heart suddenly sweetened, and he leaned forward and kissed Ling Xiao's cheek shyly.

Breathing close at hand, Ling Xiao could smell the light ambergris on his body, a precious spice commonly used by emperors of all dynasties, and it can also be regarded as a royal tribute.

Zhao Ji leaned over and kissed Ling Xiao's beautiful and picturesque cheek, seeing that she didn't resist at all, he boldly kissed her delicate red lips again.

Ling Xiao stared at him with a smile on his face, his peach eyes seemed to be filled with shimmering starlight.

Su Mo was standing in the next room, he cautiously peeked his head, and happened to see Zhao Ji approaching Ling Xiao to kiss her secretly.

When did that dark-bellied and indifferent young emperor become so... reserved and romantic?

Sure enough, what kind of pot matches what kind of cover.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

Su Mo quietly turned her head away, not daring to be discovered by Zhao Ji that he was peeking at their intimate behavior.

After Zhao Ji finished kissing, Ling Xiao pointed to the landscape painting on the desk: "Mr. Zhao! Please write a letter for my father. Don't worry, I will give you some when my father's paintings are sold. Dividend."

Zhao Ji was startled for a moment, he was not someone short of money, but Ling Xiao was willing to pay him dividends, which meant he was indirectly acknowledging his status!

The bamboo noise goes to Huannu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.

Zhao Ji wrote a poem in the beautiful thin gold script, and then handed it to Ling Xiao as if offering a treasure.

Ling Xiao's eyes showed admiration, and he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration: "Your thin golden body is majestic, and your momentum is like thunder. You are indeed the proud disciple of the great writer Su Mingxu!"

Zhao Ji smiled modestly: "Mr. Su also praised me, but I want to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and strive to be famous in history like Mr. Su, and be able to leave some works handed down from generation to generation."

Ling Xiao picked up Zhao Ji's inscription painting, admired it happily for a moment, and said with a smile: "It seems that I will marry a world-famous talent in the future?"

Zhao Jijun blushed suddenly, stepped forward suddenly, and hugged her very gently.

The two young hearts walked very close in this way, and they were very close, and there was a pleasant feeling of stability in this world.

That night, Zhao Ji didn't dare to stay overnight in Ling Xiao's room. He also knew that Ling Xiao was superb in martial arts. If she refused to nod, he would never offend her.

She is not a little white flower or a dodder flower, she has a tough personality, and she will not deliberately please herself or flatter herself like other concubines.

Zhao Ji slept in the guest room, and Su Mo ran in to make the bed for him.

Zhao Ji opened his phoenix eyes, lying on the clean and comfortable bed, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Su Mo! When do you think it is more appropriate for me to marry Ling Xiao?"

Su Mo paused, and replied with a smile: "Your Majesty! Don't be in a hurry, anyway, Miss Wei can't escape, she must belong to you."

Zhao Ji stretched out his long and slender fingers, touched his chest, and said with a smile, "Su Mo! I'm not at ease. I always feel that this marriage will not go well."

Su Mo sighed faintly, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you have always been a very decisive person, why did you suddenly become so unconfident when it comes to Miss Wei?"

Zhao Ji smiled sheepishly and said, "Of course you don't understand! I'm called worrying about gains and losses."

Su Mo lit a furnace of ambergris for him, then turned off the light for him, and stayed in the next room.

early morning.

Zhao Ji got up early in the morning, and didn't care about going to the palace, so he came to the Qinghe Garden where Ling Xiao lived, wanting to hug her and smell her intoxicating fragrance.

He saw Ling Xiao as he wished, but she was holding a sharp sword in her hand and was playing sword in the yard.

Ling Xiao's movements are like chasing the wind and shadows, chic like a goshawk fighting the sky, elegant like yellow leaves dancing on the branches in autumn, it is really pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Ji was almost dumbfounded!
Ling Xiao stopped after playing a set of sword skills, and handed the ancient sword to Xiao Hong who was waiting on the side.

Xiaohong came up to her and said with a low laugh: "Miss! The emperor stood in the yard for a long time, staring at you without blinking his eyes."

Ling Xiao responded indifferently, and walked quickly to Zhao Ji.

"Why don't you go to court in the palace?"

"It's rare to be lazy, those ministers won't do anything to me."

Zhao Ji raised the corners of his lips, couldn't help hugging Ling Xiao into his arms, leaned into her ear and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired from practicing martial arts? Do you want me to hire a general master for you?"

So caring?

Ling Xiao smiled and said: "I don't need it for the time being, but I really want to go to the battlefield and fight against the barbarians. Maybe I will join forces with you. You are in Wen and I am in Wu. Are we a natural match?"

Zhao Ji was slightly taken aback, feeling sorry for her and pity her: "How can you go to war? If you leave the capital, I miss you and want to find you, what should I do?"

Ling Xiao reached out and tapped his fair and plump forehead, and teased lightly: "If you miss me, write to me! I'm telling you the truth! It's not a joke!"

Go to the northern battlefield to fight against the barbarians and guard the territory of the Song Dynasty. She can be his right arm and right arm, and together with him create an unprecedented peaceful and prosperous world.

(End of this chapter)