Madam, let's steam buns together

The relationship between Zhang Xieyi and Prince Shu is indeed good, but this does not mean that Zhang Huaruo has a close relationship with Prince Shu.

If Zhang Huaruo was Zhang Xieyi's son, Prince Shu would naturally treat Zhang Huaruo with courtesy, but it would be a bit embarrassing if the two met and chatted in private, because Zhang Huaruo and Prince Shu were separated by seniority and closeness, and Most importantly, there is no common discourse between the two of them.

Zhang Huaruo rejected Lu Zhiyou's invitation: "If Mr. Lu can come back soon, maybe I can wait for Mr. Lu to come back at Mr. Lu's house."

Enter his house and wait?

Lu Zhiyou quickly shook his head: "There is only one person in Lu's family. There is no such thing as letting guests wait at home alone. Not only is the hospitality poor, but if it spreads, it will also be bad for Mr. Zhang's reputation."

He looked back at the servants of Prince Shu's mansion, they didn't come to urge Lu Zhiyou, they should not be able to hear what he said to Zhang Huaruo from such a distance.

Intentionally lowering the volume: "It is said that the back garden of Prince Shu's Mansion is extremely beautiful. After Lu has painted a portrait of the son in Prince Shu's mansion, he can take the opportunity to paint another picture for Mr. Zhang."

The focus of his words seemed to be on Prince Shu's back garden, but Zhang Huaruo quickly caught Lu Zhiyou's meaning. Lu Zhiyou was clearly asking Zhang Huaruo: Are you curious about the newcomer in Prince Shu's mansion? Little boy?

Recently, there has been a lot of rumors about a young master luthier living in Prince Shu's mansion. Of course, Zhang Huaruo has heard of it a little. Emperor, so Zhang Huaruo really took back the steps he was about to turn around and stopped where he was.

Lu Zhiyou knew that Zhang Huaruo was still considering whether to follow, and patiently waited for Zhang Huaruo to make the final decision.

Before the servants of Prince Shu's mansion finally got impatient, Zhang Huaruo weighed the pros and cons, and finally decided to follow Lu Zhiyou to Prince Shu's mansion to see the situation.

Because it was Prince Shu's mansion that followed Lu Zhi into it, if it wasn't for someone with a heart to stare at it on purpose, no one would know that he had been to Prince Shu's mansion.

The servants of Prince Shu's mansion didn't mind that Lu Zhiyou brought two more people with him, and when they entered the mansion, they confirmed that the three of them were not carrying dangerous weapons and let them in.

Several servants in Prince Shu's mansion recognized wolfberries, and asked Zhang Huaruo to lift the gauze curtain to confirm his identity. After seeing that it was really Zhang Huaruo, one of them specifically asked Zhang Huaruo what he meant, and Zhang Huaruo told him not to put himself in Shuhua. Tell people other than Prince Shu about the matter of the Prince's Mansion, and the servants complied.

Prince Shu was quite surprised when his servants reported that Zhang Huaruo accompanied Lu Zhiyou to his residence, but he didn't say anything, and asked the servants to lead the two people into the garden.

The man who was playing the piano stopped his hands and looked at Prince Shu: "Is someone here?"

"Well, if you're tired, take a break. You don't have to practice the piano all the time. Your piano skills are already very good."

The man playing the piano touched the strings with his fingers, but he didn't listen to Prince Shu's words, and continued to play. The melody he played was exactly the same as before, obviously he was practicing the same tune.

When Zhang Huaruo and Lu Zhi swam over, they first heard the melodious sound of the piano, like summer raindrops falling on the lotus leaves. Among the clusters, I saw two figures surrounded by hundreds of flowers, it was Prince Shu who was leisurely listening to the music, and the luthier who was only heard of in the street but never seen.

The luthier looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his brows and eyes were a little immature. He was not a very outstanding beauty, and his appearance was a bit ordinary. It was difficult to connect him with the rumored image of charming Prince Shu.

With the arrival of Lu Zhiyou, the servants quickly moved the table convenient for painting to Lu Zhiyou. Lu Zhiyou placed the painting tools on it one by one, looked around Prince Shu's back garden, and couldn't help sighing: "It really is a place with infinite scenery."

Lu Zhiyou thought that he was going to paint for the little luthier, but he did not expect that after Prince Shu and the little luthier exchanged a few words in a low voice, Prince Shu came over and told Lu Zhiyou to draw a picture according to the facial features described by the little luthier. portraiture.

"This..." Lu Zhiyou hesitated for a moment before accepting the drawing list, "Forgive me for having to make an agreement with the prince in advance. If you only draw a person's appearance based on dictation, there will be some differences. , if the final result of Xiaomin's painting is not good, please ask the prince not to punish Xiaomin."

Prince Shu also knew how difficult his request was: "Even if the painting is not completed in the end, this prince will not make it difficult for you, so you can draw with confidence."

The little luthier walked up to Lu Zhiyou and began to describe a person's appearance. Lu Zhiyou began to draw a draft on the paper, and repeatedly checked with the little luthier whether he looked like it or not, and then drew that person's face on another piece of paper. appearance.

Zhang Huaruo stood quietly behind Lu Zhiyou. He saw the state of communication between the little luthier and Prince Shu, and saw that they were not in that undressed relationship at all. The communication between the two was not mixed with love, but only with respect and love. pity.

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The prince treats the little luthier like an elder treats a junior, full of pity and love for the junior.

It seems that the reason why Prince Shu insisted on keeping this little luthier is not as simple as the outside world said.

The communication between the little luthier and Lu Zhiyou is very harmonious. It should be difficult to draw a portrait out of thin air, but thanks to Lu Zhiyou's countless superb painting skills and rich imagination of the characters, the people in his brush have already formed a preliminary outline.

Prince Shu saw that the two were cooperating very well, so he was relieved. At this time, he had the leisure to pay attention to Zhang Huaruo, and stepped in front of Zhang Huaruo.

Prince Shu is a prince, although he seems to belong to the kind and amiable category, but he can still exude the majesty of a superior invisibly, which frightens Zhang Huaruo.

Zhang Huaruo remained calm and bowed slightly: "My lord."

"Why do you come to my palace today when you have time, and you still come with him, does your father know?"

As soon as I came, I asked three questions. Zhang Huaruo sighed and answered one by one: "Back to the prince, Hua Ruo wants Lu Zhiyou to paint for me. When I went to his house, I happened to meet the carriage from the palace to pick him up. Let's take a look together, my father probably doesn't know."

Prince Shu nodded his head to understand, he looked at the back of Lu Zhiyou painting: "I heard that he is the best figure painter in Chang'an City."

Zhang Huaruo helped to praise Lu Zhiyou: "It is indeed very good. Hua Ruo has found many painters these days, and finally decided to let Mr. Lu paint for me, because Mr. Lu's painting skills are indeed outstanding."

Prince Shu was even more satisfied and relieved when he heard the words: "It seems that what the group of people said is true, if you can get the painter who you praise him so much, if he can't draw, then I don't need to find other people. "

Zhang Huaruo was curious, hesitated for a while and asked, "My lord, whose portrait did you ask him to paint?"

There are two reasons why I can't be there in person. One is that the person has passed away, and the other is that the person has a special status. Even the prince can't invite him to the mansion, or I can't let the outside world know that I have a portrait of this person.

In Zhang Huaruo's view, the former is more likely.

Prince Shu didn't answer Zhang Huaruo directly, but said lightly: "Old friend."

Zhang Huaruo saw that Prince Shu didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't continue to ask, and changed the topic: "Wait for Lu Zhiyou to finish painting for the prince. Hua Ruo wants to borrow the prince's back garden. I wonder if the prince will agree."

"You want him to paint for you here?" Prince Shu smiled, "If you like the scenery in the palace, you can come anytime."

"Hua Ruo thanked the prince."

Lu Zhiyou listened carefully and drew seriously. After repeatedly drawing five or six scraps of drafts, he finally drew the final draft with confidence. A young, handsome and gentle man appeared on the drawing paper, with a gentle smile on his face. Outside the painting, he is optimistic and cheerful, just like a natural gentleman.

The little luthier looked at the person in the painting, raised the back of his hand to cover his nose, and burst into tears.

Lu Zhiyou stood at the side at a loss, not knowing whether he should step forward to comfort him, or keep a distance so as not to overtake him.

Prince Shu came to the side of the little luthier in three steps instead of two steps, hugged him in his arms and patted his back, while comforting him, he looked at the painting on the painting table, and was stunned for a moment.

The little luthier choked with sobs: "It's him, it's him, just like my brother, exactly."

The man in the painting is only in his twenties, his eyebrows and eyes are very similar to that of Prince Shu, Lu Zhiyou silently backed away a few steps and came to Zhang Huaruo's side, leaving the space there for Prince Shu and the little luthier.

Prince Shu walked slowly to the painting table and held up the painting. Although he had never seen the person in the painting, he was sure at a glance that the person in the painting was his son. The little luthier did not lie to him .

The boy's eyebrows in the painting resembled him very much, as well as his former lover, who was the boy's mother.

Thinking that he would never see the person in the painting again, that is, he would never see the person in the painting again, Prince Shu couldn't help crying, holding the painting and crying there.

Zhang Huaruo and Lu Zhiyou looked at each other, and walked out together in a tacit understanding.

After leaving Prince Shu's mansion, Lu Zhiyou told Zhang Huaruo: "One of the benefits of being a painter is that you can see all kinds of things in the world like today."

Zhang Huaruo leaned against the carriage wall and looked outside through a small gap: "When most people ask you to paint, they will only show you the best side."

"Yes, they will show their best state in front of me, but this does not prevent me from seeing the stories behind those smiles, such as..." Lu Zhiyou looked at Zhang Huaruo, "You."

Zhang Huaruo looked back at him: "Why, what did you see from me?"

Lu Zhiyou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said confidently: "Time, I see that you are racing against time to cherish time."

Zhang Huaruo was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's really wronged you just to be a painter."