Imperial Favour

And Tang Zhuozuo saw the man's back straight as a bamboo disappearing into the night, and at the same time the Ziweiya in the temple also disappeared. She felt a little bit weak, and she looked for a soft stool and sat down, but her eyes were bright.

An Xia only saw the master and son leaving with a dark face, but did not listen to the movement beside him. Now that Tang Zhuozuo is not as angry and tearful as he did in the morning, he relaxed a little and said: "Mother, may Want some snacks?"

Tang Zhuozhuoyu held her cheek in her hand, stared at the shining Ye Mingzhu in the temple and shook her head. For a long time, her brows wrinkled, and she didn't know what she could remember, and asked with a solemn expression, "Where is that painting?"

An Xiayin was taken aback for a moment, and then he whispered back: "I put it in the bottom of the box, mother, you..."

Don't you want to take it out right now?

A trace of haze flashed in Tang Zhuozhuo's bright apricot eyes. He immediately stood up and looked at the bright candle on the table and said, "Take it."

An Xia had the heart to persuade it again, showing that Tang Zhuozhuo's complexion was not good-looking, and when she thought of her Su Ri's temper, she sighed in her heart and took it.

The picture scroll was placed well, and there was no dust on it. Tang Zhuozuo loved it very much. She pursed her lips, laid the picture scroll flat on the red sandalwood desk, and pressed one of the picture scrolls with an inkstone. Corner, that corner was immediately stained with ink.

Tang Zhuozhuo gave a faint glance, and immediately moved his gaze to the person on the painting. The person above smiled elegantly. Through the portrait, he could feel that the man's jade tree was approaching the wind.

Wang Yi was born very well, with a pair of peachy eyes often brewing a small smile. Many of the noble ladies in Kyoto were hooked by his eyes. Tang Zhuozhuo is no exception, and his good skin is what he looks at.

The signature at the bottom of the painting is only a Tang character, and under the neat and beautiful handwriting, there is also a scorching peach blossom, which was made by Tang Zhuozhao.

Although she was born in a family of generals, she was extremely talented, and she was able to grasp the pictures and paintings of piano and chess, but she didn't show the scenery on weekdays, and there were few people who knew.

Tang Zhuozhuo's slender fingers were like Wenyu, and his wide rouge sleeves brushed the master's eyebrows, but the face of the man in the previous life appeared in front of him, and his eyes suddenly cooled.

She personally took the painting and examined it in detail. After a while, she smiled and said to An Xia, who was waiting on the side with anxiety, "Is this painting skill in this palace okay?"

The smile at the corner of Tang Zhuozhuo's mouth was like a flicking feather, faint and not reaching the eye.

An Xia was a little scared at the end, and said: "Manny, let the slave and maid put away the painting, lest you wait for your Royal Highness..."

She couldn't talk any more, her delicate face was full of anxiety, and Tang Zhuozuo naturally knew what she wanted to say.

Huo Qiu walked on the front foot, and she took out the painting on the back foot to show that she couldn't live with him sincerely. If it is passed to him by someone with a heart, it will inevitably be another dispute.

Tang Zhuozhuo pursed his lips, scrolled the picture in his hand, and then frowned slightly, instructing An Zhi, who had never said anything on the side, "Go and get a brazier."

An Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and immediately went down, leaving An Xia slumped and asked: "What does the mother want a brazier for, it's weirdly hot these days."

But it's not. In the June sky, the whole body is sweaty for a moment, as if it was fished out of the water. That is, when you sleep at night, you must put a few basins of ice in the temple to get hot.

Tang Zhuozhuo lowered his eyelids, not feeling hot, but the wetness in his palms wiped layer after layer.

Soon the two little palace ladies brought up a burning charcoal brazier, and as soon as it was put down, sporadic fires burst out, and the temperature in the room rose suddenly.

Tang Zhuozhao took a few steps forward, threw the painting in her hand into the brazier, and immediately burned out a hole as big as a bowl. She was motionless and looked indistinguishable. It took a long time for her to feel light from her nose. He snorted softly and relaxed.

An Xia was stunned, she seemed to exclaim in disbelief, and quickly covered her mouth, silently digesting the shock in her heart. Even Anzhi, who has always been silent and deep-minded, could hardly hide her face for a moment. consternation.

Tang Zhuozuo walked to the table and wiped his hands with a veil. Then he smiled and said, "Silly you guys? Why don't you move the brazier out?"

The womb girls who had been waiting were busy putting down the brazier, but An Xia walked to Tang Zhuozuo's side and held her shoulders for her with care and joy, without concealing the joy of the words: "The lady can figure it out. It’s time to do that."

After all, in places other than the royal family, the slightest mistake in a line would be blamed, not to mention the noble status of the crown prince, and there is no room for stains.

Tang Zhuozhuo was taken aback for a moment, her glazed eyes were particularly soft in the night light. She closed her eyes and hummed for a long time. When An Xia went to look again, she realized that half of her beautiful face was hidden in the dark, her expression Extraordinarily cold and cold.

Indeed, it should have been this way.

But in the Zhengda Hall, it was a totally different scene.

Huo Qiu held the wolf's hair in his hand and finished writing, with the other hand on his back, one end of blue silk scattered, and the beam crown beside the desk was shining brightly under the candlelight.

Zhang Desheng cautiously walked in with a cup of hot tea, some of his short and chubby body looked like a rolling dwarf melon when he moved. He carefully looked at Huo Qiu's face and complained in his heart.

This will be so noisy tomorrow morning, why is the prince princess still making noise because of the general Rao Shizi?

The master is suffering from head disease, and he usually has nothing to do. Once the mood fluctuates severely, his head will ache for the whole night, and he refused to ask a doctor for his life, which made it clear that he sighed in his heart.

Thinking of the news from the other side, he couldn't help sighing again in his heart.

Zhang Desheng still had layers of laughter on his face. He put down the steaming fragrant tea in his hand and said, "Your Highness, have some hot tea."

Huo Qiu turned a deaf ear, and didn't even give a look.

Zhang Desheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the edge of his gray-cyan sleeves, and stopped talking when he reached his mouth, looking very funny.

Huo Qiu was impatient, he didn't listen to his actions, a faint glance passed, and there was countless indifference in his voice, "What's the matter?"

"His Royal Highness, someone just came and said that the prince and concubine took out the painting again."

Huo Qiu's hand moved for a while, and his **** with distinct articulations gripped the penholder so hard that it turned white. For a moment, his eyes were as dark as a pool of bottomless cold water.

There was a long and heavy stroke on the rice paper, and when Huo Qiu looked at it again, the full text was gone. He put the ink-stained pen on the inkstone, brushed his slender fingers over the black spot, and his headache got worse.

Huo Qiu was calm and self-sufficient since he was a child, and there was always only what he didn't want. Now seeing the world in his pocket, he encountered such a Tang Zhuozuo.

Asking for nothing, really asking for nothing!