Tell me, who is the child?

Han Mengliu went straight to Junfeng, "Lord Du, we meet again."

"Master Han." Juniper got up and changed his address, "You are..."

Han Mengliu pointed to the side, "This is the position of the lower official."

Juniper looked at the tables around him, the servants were displaying the Four Treasures of the Study, Han Mengliu was here to paint?Juniper is a little sad, Mr. Han is obviously the prince's... What happened, now one person sits at the top and the other serves at the bottom?Mr. Han is still smiling nicely, isn't he uncomfortable at all?

If it were him, as long as Li Yi spoke aggressively, he would be very angry.

Huh?Why did it involve Li Yi again?

Tan Ting, who was seated in front of him, turned his head and asked with a smile: "Jiancheng Du, this is..." Looking at Han Mengliu's official uniform, "The new one enshrines the Imperial Academy?"

Juniper came back to his senses, "Yes. Master Han and I both came from the Department of Manufacturing, and we had personal relationships before."

Tan Ting got up, "I heard that the new enshrinement is the head of the Hanlin Academy, and his talent is not inferior to that of the No. [-] Scholar. When I saw you today, you are indeed a talented person. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Han Mengliu bowed, "Master Young Supervisor speaks seriously."

The attendants came in surrounded by one person, and the hall was suddenly quiet. Juniper took a closer look and saw that it was Cheng Xi.Not long after Cheng Xi sat down on the first seat on the right, Xia Zhao came out.

Everyone knelt down to welcome them, and Xia Zhao said some words that making friends through literature does not need to be formal, and he raised his wine and said enthusiastically: "The Taifu's beloved son Cheng Zhuangyuan is here today, and we will inevitably be suspected of being a gangster." Looking at Cheng Xi with a smile.

Cheng Xi said with a helpless smile: "His Royal Highness is displeased with the lower officials. The lower officials are always at home, and are always taught by their father to follow His Highness as an example, but no matter how hard they try, they are still far behind. If Your Highness takes the imperial examination, the lower officials will definitely be beaten to the ground. Not left. Today, the official is licking his face."

Xia Zhao put down the wine cup, "Well, the ability to praise people is excellent."

The scribes present praised and praised the two of them one by one.Juniper sat silently, thinking that he really "accompany the prince to study".Turning her head to look, Han Mengliu was calm and open-eyed, as if she was indeed conceiving a painting.

"I met a young friend the day before yesterday. He is good at singing and dancing, poetry and writing, and his piano skills are also excellent. It is suitable for today's elegant meeting." Xia Zhao stroked his palm with one hand, and a young man in a blue shirt bowed his head and hugged him. Qin stepped in slowly, with a slender figure and a charming manner.In the middle of the hall, he knelt down on his knees, raised his head slightly, his brows were gentle, and the corners of his eyes were charming.

Jun Feng looked at Han Mengliu again, but Han Mengliu remained calm.

Xia Zhao smiled lightly and said, "Que Er, play a song for everyone."

The boy's eyes almost dripped water, and his soft voice sounded: "Que Er's piano music is only played for His Royal Highness."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, they couldn't help being angry, and when they dared not speak out, Cheng Xi laughed and said, "Young Master Que will only play for His Royal Highness, and today I'm going to wait for the TOEFL."

The embarrassment was resolved, the smile on Xia Zhao's face widened, his expression became more caring, and his tone was extremely gentle: "That's right, Queer, let's start."

"Yes." Que'er put the piano on her lap, and the soft melody and clean voice gradually lingered, but Juniper Feng didn't hear it.

He once heard Han Mengliu play the piano, that is the high mountains and flowing waters.Moreover, Han Mengliu's appearance and body are strong and strong, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it. I don't know how many blocks I can get away from this Queer who has a beautiful shell but no inner charm.

What is His Royal Highness thinking?He knew that Mr. Han was there.

Han Mengliu grinds slowly with a calm expression.

The sound of the qin gradually faded, and the side musicians continued to play, and Que Er put down the qin and stood up to dance.The long sleeves swayed slightly, and the soft body moved neatly, like a bird flying through the forest.

Han Mengliu finished grinding the ink, picked up the brush, and painted large swaths of blue on the paper.

The sound of the music became more and more urgent, and Que'er's rotation became faster and faster, and everyone was startled by the sleeves that fluttered like the wind.The music went straight up suddenly, then fell like a waterfall, and finally broke with a sound. Que Er stood on the ground with one foot, as if he was about to soar into the sky.

Xia Zhao clapped his hands, "Good!"

This sound awakened the crowd, and overwhelming applause and praise followed one after another.

Que Er bowed down, and when she raised her head, her eyes were filled with anticipation.

Xia Zhao smiled and said, "Come on, sit next to Ben Gong."

Que'er walked up happily, leaning towards Xia Zhao proudly and softly, Xia Zhao stretched out his arms to embrace him, "Que'er is doing very well, what reward do you want?"

Que'er looked down, "His Royal Highness, I heard that there is a new honorary lord who is the head of the system examination today, and Que'er would like to ask the lord to do a painting."

Juniper was startled, this is really deceiving!Does this Queer also know something?Does His Royal Highness not stop it? !

"It's a trivial matter." Xia Zhao's expression remained unchanged, "Where is the Hanlin enshrined?"

"The next official is here." Han Mengliu put down his brush and got up, and Ruyu's appearance immediately attracted all eyes.

Xia Zhao looked at him very casually, "I ordered you to make a painting for Que'er. Um, you are painting a night banquet now? Que'er needs to be clean when painting, how about you stay after the banquet, Sent by Queer."

Juniper clenched his hands tightly into fists, how, how could this be so? !

However, Han Mengliu just bowed lightly, and said "obey" lightly.

Juniper turned his head sadly, Mr. Han, what are you thinking at this moment?

"Que'er asked for a favor, and I will reward you with another one." Xia Zhao said again, "A person depends on clothes and a horse depends on a saddle. Que'er has such an outstanding appearance and figure, and is good at dancing. It's impossible without a few suitable clothes." " Looking down again, "Tan Ting, I will leave this matter to your generals."

Jun Feng finally understood the reason why Xia Zhao left the two of them.

Hey, why does His Royal Highness like such a person?Mr. Han is obviously much better; Shaojian Tan is also very good, gentle and intelligent, without airs; oh, even Li Yi...at least Li Yi won't put on airs like that.

The banquet continued, with occasional poems and essays sung to and fro, but after all, Xia Zhao, Cheng Xi and Que Er kept praising all three of them.

After two o'clock, everyone returned home after enjoying themselves. Juniper stood in the shadow outside the hall, looking worriedly at the person in front of him, "Mr. Han, it's late tonight, why don't you find an excuse to ask for leave?"

Han Mengliu smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, even if others don't care about me, how can I not care about myself? It's getting late, you should hurry back." Turning around and walking, the thick night quickly drowned the lonely Looking at the figure, Juniper stood there blankly, his mind turning a thousand times.

"Du Jiancheng?"

Although it was doubtful, it was full of concern. After a day, Juniper had gotten used to the voice, turned around and said, "Master Tan."

He didn't know if Tan Ting had heard what he and Han Mengliu said, but Tan Ting was very considerate and didn't ask anything, but instead asked: "It's late at night, how do you go home?"

Juniper was silent.

According to the regulations, the official business ends at the next hour. He thought he was not sure when he took office the day before, so he didn't call the coachman at home to pick him up. Then he took a stroll and went back, but he didn't expect it to be so late.

Tan Ting saw his difficulties at a glance, and said very considerately: "This prison will give you a ride?"

Jun Songfeng's eyes lit up, but he still said, "How can I bother Mr. Tan..."

"My house is not far from yours, so it's not troublesome."

"How does Master Tan know about me..."

"Ruifu is coming to Du's mansion, who wouldn't know?" Tan Ting turned sideways with a smile, and Juniper couldn't help but refuse.

After getting into the carriage, Tan Ting finally couldn't help but asked with concern: "Du Jiancheng is absent-minded tonight, is there something on his mind?"

Juniper was taken aback, "Ah, no, it's just..." his mind turned, "I just took office today, thanks to the honor of the young supervisor, I did a lot of important things, and I was lucky enough to go to the prince's banquet. I'm really terrified."

"I thought that in the business world, you also have to socialize frequently. You should have gotten used to it by now."

"Well, there are indeed a lot of social gatherings at home, but most of them are my father's visits, and Xiaguan is just a foil. Xiaguan only officially took over the shop last year, so... I am not used to it occasionally."

Hey, he is very bitter when it comes to this.Although he doesn't like to socialize, his father asked him to manage the shop, and he secretly made up his mind to work hard to make achievements.As a result, within a few months of taking over, she became pregnant with Li Yi, and did the wedding of Mr. Cheng last year.Now that he is in prison, the shop has to be run by his father alone.

He suddenly felt a scorching air in his body, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Tan Ting was watching him and smiling.The gentle lights in the late night car dimmed the majesty of Tan Ting's official uniform, leaving only the serenity of his smile.Jun Junfeng's heart skipped a beat. Thinking back on what happened today, he clenched his fists very sincerely, "Master Tan, it's my first visit today, thanks to Mr. Tan's guidance, I'm really... grateful."

"Then now, can I call you Brother Du Xian?"

Jun Junfeng was stunned for a moment, and said unconsciously, "I appreciate your kindness."

After a few months, Han Mengliu stepped into the prince's bedroom again, but there were layers of attendants leading the way, and he had to go through a pass.

Xia Zhao was wearing a swallow suit without a big belt, and Que'er wore even less. The light gauze and soft satin were wrapped around her body like a piece of cloth.It seems that it is the habit of the little prince not to dress properly for the people in the room.

Que'er nestled in Xia Zhao's arms, and the two ate some fruit with fine wine, their faces flushed.

When Han Mengliu saw a gift, Xia Zhao said, "Then let's draw it. Draw two pictures, one is given to Que'er by the palace, and the other is hung in the bedroom of the palace. Be sure to draw it well."

Que Er said again: "His Royal Highness, don't you want to draw Que Er's dancing poses? I'm afraid it won't be charming to rely on the artist's conception alone. Que Er can pose, but I'm afraid there are some dancing poses..." He passed his eyes over.

Xia Zhao said softly: "Don't worry, this matter is easy to handle." Immediately ordered someone to bring a pair of plain screens, let Que'er go behind the screen, and then extinguished the candles, leaving only a lamp beside Que'er.

Suddenly the room was pitch black, except for the warm light cast on the screen.

Que'er behind the screen took off the gauze and soft satin, and Han Mengliu stood five steps away, laying out the drawing paper on the table in the dark, and placed the pen, ink and paint in the usual position freely, looking up at the dancing figure on the screen, Said: "His Royal Highness, the light is a little low, it can't fully illuminate, and I can't draw."

"Then..." Que'er moved behind the screen, as if looking at Xia Zhao.

Xia Zhao frowned and remained silent.

Han Mengliu smiled and said, "If you want to pursue painting, please ask His Royal Highness to raise the lamp."

The figure on the screen moved again, and Xia Zhao clenched his fists in the darkness.

Han Mengliu picked up the pen, "It's a good story to condescend for beauty."

After a while, Xia Zhao hummed barely audibly, and picked up the lamp with his own hands.

Han Mengliu stared at the pitch-black drawing paper and splashed ink on it. Soon, his eyes couldn't take it anymore.

That dystocia was a serious loss of vitality. Although the imperial doctor tried his best to recuperate, the root cause of the disease still remained, and it was a disease that no one else could think of, and even he himself gradually realized it later: whenever night fell, his eyesight would weaken. If you look hard, you will get a headache and dizziness.

Just like that.

Que'er's dancing posture on the screen and Xia Zhao holding a lamp beside the screen turned into phantoms, Han Mengliu's forehead was sweating profusely, and soon covered his hairline.He stopped writing and shook his head vigorously, but to no avail.

After closing his eyes and concentrating for a moment, he simply didn't open them again, and continued to paint with his hands in complete darkness.

In the shadow of the lights, Xia Zhao kept watching all this.

After the painting was finished, Que'er put on her clothes and walked out from behind the screen. Xia Zhao called his attendants to light the lamps, and the room was brightly lit.

The darkness and light collided suddenly, and Han Mengliu's eyes couldn't adjust for a moment, and his head fainted violently.Helping the case in a hurry, the inkstone was knocked under the table with a "boom", and a large ink stain was immediately stained on the carpet.With another "click", beads of sweat dripped from Han Mengliu's forehead onto the drawing paper.

"Ah!" Que'er looked at Xia Zhao nervously, "This blanket was given to His Royal Highness by Mr. Cheng, it is very precious..."

Xia Zhao stared at Han Mengliu expressionlessly, and walked up to look at the painting: Peach branches under the moonlight, beauties dancing, much more beautiful than the people close to her.

"Ah! You wrote my name wrong!" Que'er shouted again, "My surname is Que, so His Royal Highness the Crown Prince calls me Que'er."

Xia Zhao looked at the inscription on the painting, and it was "queer".

"Oh, that's what the lower official heard wrong." Han Mengliu, who was still sweating, smiled, "But the lower official thinks that this 'queer' is more suitable for the young master."

Que'er thought for a while, and suddenly said angrily: "You mock me for being a bird?!" Looking sideways at Xia Zhao, he looked like "His Royal Highness, come out to me soon", but Xia Zhao still remained expressionless.

"My lord misunderstood, the meaning of the official is..." Han Mengliu looked at Xia Zhao with a sallow face, with a thin smile on his lips, "A bird is like a bird."

The three of them stood silently, Que'er was a little confused, then a little happy, and leaned on Xia Zhao again.

Xia Zhao clenched the hand behind his back again, "You have polluted my bedroom and Queer's painting, you should have been punished heavily. But I promised Queer, so you should do it first." Looking out the window, " Since you are the beauty under the moon, you have to repaint outside. You can only leave after finishing the two paintings like this. If the painting is satisfactory, the rest of the crimes will be forgiven, otherwise the palace will discuss the crimes with you tomorrow."

Que'er looked at Xia Zhao, "His Royal Highness, does Que'er want to..."

Xia Zhao smiled at him, "No, I acted just now, if he can't remember, he is incompetent. I'm tired tonight, you and I should rest earlier."

"Well, as expected, His Highness the Crown Prince is kind to Que'er." She retracted happily into Xia Zhao's arms.

Han Mengliu watched all this quietly, turned around and went out with the drawing paper and pen and ink in her arms.The laughter in the room gradually died down, and the lights went out, except for the bright moon in the sky.

The human heart is probably like this bright moon, with roundness and gaps, it will turn from dark to bright, and then from bright to dark.

The strokes of the pen were lightly dyed, four drums passed by, and the people in the courtyard left, except for the two pieces of drawing paper under the stone table paperweight, which moved lightly in the night wind.

The author has something to say: Bie Fang, the little prince is not crazy or cheating, there is something hidden~