The happy life of a prodigal

But Xiu'er didn't seem to understand the meaning of his eyes, instead she asked in a concerned tone: "Master Wu, what's wrong with your eyes? Did you get sand?"

When Master Wu heard this, he was a little speechless, more helpless, after thinking about it, he decided to speak directly.

After all, although my old life is not worth much, it is much more important than my face.

However, just as he was about to speak, before he could say anything, he heard a voice from the direction of the courtyard gate: "Zhao Yan, Xiu'er, what happened just now?"

The entire harem dared to call Her Royal Highness Zhao Yan, except for His Majesty the Emperor, seemed to be the only General Fang who suffered from brain disease and had no worries about doing anything...

In an instant, Master Wu swallowed the words he was going to say abruptly, and his whole face turned red from holding back.

Xiu'er looked at her young master with joy, waved her hands, and said with a smile: "Master, it's nothing, Xiu'er is asking Master Wu to paint for you..."

"Painting?"

Fang Xiu showed doubts on his face, looked at the old man beside Xiu'er, and asked curiously, "What are you painting for me?"

Xiu'er laughed and said, "Master Wu promised to make a painting for the servant girl, and the servant girl wants Master Wu to make a portrait painting for the young master."

Fang Xiu walked to Xiu'er's side, touched her little head, and looked at the old man not far away.

For some reason, he always felt that the appearance of this old man was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

After thinking about it, I still couldn't figure out where I saw him, so I asked directly: "Old...Master, have we met before?"

When Master Wu heard this, he shivered subconsciously. He was about to deny it, but he stopped abruptly as if he had thought of something, and then said: "Old man... no, this old man was once in Prince Ning's Mansion. I once had a relationship with General Fang."

Fang Xiu thought about it.

During the banquet in Prince Ning's mansion, I met too many people, and for a while, I couldn't remember where the old man was sitting, so I smiled and said: "So that's the case, no wonder the younger generation always feels a bit different from the senior. familiar......"

These words are polite, and it doesn't seem like a brain disease patient can say it.

Moreover, this General Fang Xiufang was born with a good skin, no matter what he looked like, he was not as vicious as the rumors in the market, doing all kinds of evil.

It's just that Master Wu had seen with his own eyes how this polite, well-mannered General Fang...

Thinking of this, I no longer dare to think about it.

Master Wu waved his hands hastily, and said: "The old man is just a few years older than the little friend, so he can't be called a senior..."

On the side, Zhao Yan looked at these two people with a strange look on her pretty face.

The strange reason is not Fang Xiu.

Because of Fang Xiu, she is quite familiar with him.

Although sometimes they will suddenly 'fall ill' and do some strange things that others don't expect, but most of the time, they are still very normal, and they are even said to be of extremely high quality, no less than ordinary scholar-bureaucrats.

What surprised her was that Master Wu was so respectful to Hugh.

You know, even if it is me, the princess who is so noble in the eyes of others, when I want to come to ask Master Wu about something, after Master Wu salutes, he always looks like he doesn't answer. There have been such appearances, such performances...

In memory, Master Wu seems to only assume such a low profile in front of his father.

"Is senior good at portrait painting?"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Fang Xiu seemed to think of something, and suddenly spoke.

When Master Wu heard these words, he felt a 'thump' in his heart. An extremely tangled expression appeared on his old face, as if he had fallen into a dilemma.

Fang Xiu just asked casually, but Master Wu dared not answer casually.

Whether the answer is yes or no, you need to think carefully.

Chapter 264 I Ask You

If the answer is yes, wait for a while, what should I do if the painted portrait does not meet this person's wishes?

If the answer is no...

Isn't that the same as hitting someone in the face?

After struggling for a long time, Master Wu still decided to choose a more secure way to answer, nodded, and replied: "It's not good at it, just a little success."

Fang Xiu heard this, glanced at Xiu'er beside him, seemed to think of something, and asked: "Then senior, can you make a portrait on the spot..."

Then... I said no, is that okay?

Almost in an instant, Master Wu made a choice, nodded, and replied: "Okay, I don't know who Mr. Fang wants me to paint for?"

Fang Xiu showed a smile on his face, looked at Xiu'er beside him, and said with a smile: "Since Her Royal Highness wants to give Xiu'er a painting, it is natural to paint for Xiu'er."

When Xiu'er heard this, she hurriedly waved her hands, wanting to say something, but saw the look in her young master's eyes, after thinking about it, she still didn't say anything, her little face was flushed, very cute.

As for Master Wu, he wished so much.

As long as this painting was not made for this General Fang, the possibility of offending this General Fang would be much smaller.

So, he said with a smile: "Okay, this old man will paint for Miss Xiu'er."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side of the stone table, reached out and picked up the paintbrush on the stone table, looked at Xiu'er, and said with a smile: "Please, Miss Xiu'er, sit here and don't move around. After a while, the old man will present the painting to you." superior."

When Xiu'er heard this, a blush appeared on her face, she nodded slightly, walked to the stone bench next to the stone table, and sat down.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene a few months ago.

Can't help but feel a little embarrassed, and shook his head.

Zhao Yan walked to his side and pulled him aside.

Fang Xiu was pulled to the corner by Zhao Yan, with a puzzled look on his face, he looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Seeing that he looked like a little daughter-in-law, Zhao Yan couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said angrily, "Are you still afraid that I will plot against you?"

Fang Xiu heard this and thought about it.

It's not impossible.

So, nodded again.

Seeing him nodding, Zhao Yan stretched out her hand to pinch his waist fiercely, and said one word: "Get lost!"

Fang Xiu was in pain, but pretended to be calm: "What's the matter, tell me quickly..."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Yan showed a smile on her face, and said with more strength in her hands, "When I touched you before, I shouted like someone was going to kill you. Why don't you shout today?"

Fang Xiu took a deep breath and said slowly, "This is your home, even if I call for help, is it useful?"

Zhao Yan was slightly taken aback when she heard this, and suddenly felt boring, so she let go of her hand.

The moment she let go, Fang Xiu really felt Princess Zhao's improvement in martial arts during this period.

It's... amazing speed.

Rubbing his waist, Fang Xiu asked, "Just now I heard a voice coming from your side, who is it?"

At this banquet, only Fang Xiu and the Seventh Prince of the Grassland did not know anyone else, so they were more focused.

The voice just now clearly came from the backyard, he heard it very clearly, there is absolutely no mistake.

But the imperial guard used such low-level rhetoric to perfuse them.

Almost instantly, Fang Xiu understood that something must have happened in the backyard just now.

Therefore, he walked in immediately.

"It's nothing. A prairie man wanted to misbehave with Xiu'er, but was kicked away by this princess."

Zhao Yan waved her hand, pretending to be heroic, and said casually.

When Fang Xiu heard this, his face showed a thoughtful look, and he asked, "What grassland people?"

Zhao Yan replied: "It's nothing more than the Seventh Prince or the people around Qiyan Yanran. They are the only prairie people attending the banquet today, and... this princess has already asked the imperial army to take that person down. I think I can't pass it. How long will there be results..."

Fang Xiu nodded, as if remembering something, suddenly asked: "By the way, didn't you tell me yesterday, do you have something to say to me today?

There is no one here, if there is nothing to do, let's talk now..."

When Zhao Yan heard this, she was slightly startled, and then a blush appeared on her pretty face, and she gritted her teeth.

After a while, she seemed to have made up her mind, raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked with a serious face: "I ask you, if...

I mean, if my father wanted to marry me to the seventh prince of the Qiyan Department, what would you do? "

Fang Xiu was puzzled when he heard this.

At first I thought this little girl was going to confess to me...

It's so mysterious, like a bloody plot in a TV series.

As a result, such a strange question was asked.

Fang Xiu thought for a while, then said casually: "It depends on whether you want to marry the Seventh Prince of the Begging Department..."

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and asked, "What if I want to?"

Fang Xiu replied: "Then I will give you some dowry jewelry as my gift, and I wish you happiness by the way..."

Zhao Yan's complexion immediately changed when she heard these words, her pretty face that was blushing suddenly turned cold, and she asked a little stiffly, "What if I don't want to?"

Fang Xiu said: "If you don't want to, and His Majesty is determined to marry you to someone else, as one of your best friends, this young master will naturally not watch you fall into a sea of ​​swords and flames.

I will definitely find a way to rescue you, in short, I will not let you get married. "

When Zhao Yan heard this, the coldness on her face eased slightly, she raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu with a pair of beautiful big eyes, and asked, "Then have you ever thought about the consequences of this?"

as a result of?

What are the consequences of what didn't happen?

Fang Xiu thought for a while and replied: "It's nothing more than being wanted by the imperial court. Chu is so big that there is no place for me to stand..."

When Zhao Yan heard this, little stars began to twinkle in her eyes, and she asked again: "Then are you willing to do the same?"

When Fang Xiu heard this question, he felt a little speechless.

I have already talked about this part, do I have any other answers?

I really don't know why the princess suddenly asked these inexplicable questions.

However, since she wanted to ask, she answered it herself, who made it her birthday today...

"Of course!"

There was a firm look on Fang Xiu's face, and he said decisively: "I promised you, the things I promised others, have you ever fulfilled them?"

When Zhao Yan heard this, a smile appeared on her pretty face, like a flower.

indeed.

Although this person is glib and unreliable in his work, he often does things that people cannot understand.

However, none of the things he promised did not come true...

Chapter 265 Painting

Zhao Yan thought for a while, raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and suddenly asked, "Where is my birthday present? Didn't you promise me?"

Fang Xiu was slightly startled when he heard this, and then looked at Zhao Yan with a very aggrieved look, and asked: "The kite and fireworks yesterday are not considered birthday presents?"

Zhao Yan curled her lips and said, "There is no one who gives gifts the day before my birthday, those two can only be counted as gifts you gave me, but not birthday gifts..."

Sure enough, women are big pigs...

When Fang Xiu heard this, he suddenly felt helpless.

After thinking about it, he took out a close-fitting jade pendant from his bosom, handed it to Zhao Yan, and said, "I came here in a hurry this time, so I didn't think about preparing any gifts. I've always carried this jade pendant with me since I was born.

This time, I reluctantly gave up my love and gave it to you. "

Zhao Yan glanced at the somewhat blackened jade pendant, and her face suddenly turned dark.

This jade pendant was obviously bought when we went shopping together at Chunfenglou last time.

Because there is a strange little pig drawn on it, she has a deep memory.

I remember that Fang Xiu gave the little pig a name at that time, it seemed to be called... Peggy.

She can't remember the details, but what is certain is that the value of this fine jade pendant will never exceed ten taels of silver.

The Fang Mansion is an aristocratic family, no matter what, it is impossible to give a personal jade pendant of less than ten taels of silver to the only heir of the family.

"It's too perfunctory, I don't want it."