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"Since the lord is visiting in a low-clothes, he naturally doesn't want to live in an official mansion. The official has a private house in Chang'an City, which is fairly clean. Whether it's living or traveling, it's more convenient than a market inn." Zhao Jianyong saw Lan Jing The tea in front of the two of them didn't take a sip, and they didn't feel embarrassed. They gently lifted the teapot and added some to their own cups, and continued, "If the prince doesn't dislike it, you can use it to settle down, and there are no other people in the house. You can live in peace.”

Upon hearing this, Lan Jing frowned and silently looked at Li Xuan.Although what he said was not unreasonable, his heartfelt guard against this person made him unable to make a decision for a while.

"Then I'll bother Mr. Zhao." Li Xuan lowered his eyes and cupped his fists at Zhao Jianyong. Since he said so much, it would be too cowardly to refuse, so it would be better to just rest for two days. By the way It won't be too late to return to the capital after studying his intention of sending this painting.

"Lord Zhao." Seeing that Li Xuan had made the decision for him, Lan Jing nodded quickly, and suddenly remembered what she had seen and heard in the town in Chang'an County when she just entered Chang'an County, so she continued with a bit of approval, "This is The impact of this waterlogging is profound, and there are countless victims in the four counties, Lan Jing admires Master Zhao for being able to open the gates of the city and give porridge to save people."

Zhao Jianyong was silent for a moment, then suppressed his smile and sighed: "These years of famines have continued, and the people have lived in misery. Now that there is a severe flood, the tax collected by the imperial court has not decreased at all. Disaster relief After the money is approved, it has to go through layers of exploitation, and I have less than one-tenth of it. In the past two years, I have written to the court to reflect these ills, but all of them have disappeared. Now I can only do my best. With meager efforts, more people will not starve to death."

"Master Zhao has done his best. As for the affairs of the court, we are also helpless." Lan Jing shook her head with a wry smile, and suddenly felt that what she said was too much, so she said jokingly, "It's better Indulge in the mountains and rivers, and enjoy the delicious food and wine!"

"My lord is free and easy, I admire it." Zhao Jianyong seemed to be praising on the surface, but he was secretly mocking his desire to hide it. Some things are hidden in his heart, but it is only on the tongue, but there is really no need to reveal it.

"Lord Zhao, the banquet has been prepared in the Nuan Pavilion."

Just when Lanjing was hesitating and didn't know what to say, there was a burst of respectful bowing outside the door.Zhao Jianyong glanced sideways at the still closed door, and said to Lan Jing with a smile: "Prince Jing has been exhausted all the way, and there are no wine shops and stations along the way. Now I have prepared some thin wine to welcome the prince and concubine. Xichen, I hope you will not refuse."

Lan Jing had been hungry for two days, and now when she thought of the delicacies on the table, her stomach gurgled uncontrollably.

Li Xuan looked at his sudden embarrassment on his face, smiled and put his warm palm on the back of his hand, shook his hand comfortingly, turned his head to Zhao Jian and said in a calm voice: "Since it is Mr. Sincerely, we would be more respectful than obedient.”

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Satisfied with wine and food, Lian Jingzhi personally escorted the two of them through several streets to Zhao Jianyong's private residence.

This is a huge courtyard with three entrances and three exits. The house is spacious and tidy, with gorgeous decorations. Although it is located in the most prosperous part of Chang'an City, the surroundings are surprisingly quiet.Ling Feng took Qiu Yang to simply arrange the daily necessities, and Ning Yu searched the surroundings of the house calmly, and turned and walked out of the gate until it was confirmed that it was safe.

As soon as Li Xuan stepped into the inner room, Lan Jing took a few quick steps, tightly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her handsome profile was pressed against his thick back, and a familiar warmth lingered on her body through the clothes. Spread slowly.

"What's the matter..." Li Xuan tilted his head slightly, gently patted his little hand that was tightly clutching his skirt, and asked in a doting low voice.

"I don't know..." Lan Jing breathed a long sigh of relief, lowered her eyes halfway, and murmured softly, "Too many things have happened recently, and I feel a little..."

"I understand." Li Xuan turned around slowly, took him into his warm embrace, lowered his head with loving eyes, and lightly licked and kissed him on the forehead, the side of his face, and the corners of his lips. With a gentle comforting taste.

They were water bandits, snow wolves, and assassins, but the two of them experienced too many dangers and accidents in just a dozen days.Since I was a child living in the Northwest battlefield where blood was licked by the tip of a knife, I naturally didn't feel much about it, but Lan Jing, who was pampered since childhood and never even had blood stained her eyes, must be afraid, right?

Although he didn't say anything at this moment, the body that was holding his little hand tightly and trembling in his arms was pouring out his uneasiness in this docile dependence.

"Ning Yu has to deal with some trivial matters in the past two days, and we also have a few days of rest, just to take a closer look at what is hidden in the painting that Governor Zhao gave you." Li Xuan stroked Fu Lanjing's still cold face, Pulling him to sit at the mahogany square table in the room, he turned around alone, took the ink scroll, put it on the table, and slowly unfolded it bit by bit.

Zhao Jianyong's Gongbi paintings are exquisite in ink and exquisite in brushwork.

The land under the majestic mountains has long been barren, the trees are withered, the land is cracked, and occasionally a few sparse weeds are crawling pitifully at the feet.The sun has gradually moved towards the west, but it is still hot and dazzling, mercilessly scorching the already overwhelmed creatures.

In the picture, a group of plainly dressed villagers gather together on the barren land with their backs facing the scorching sun. A puff of smoke curled up.

When there was a severe flood, but Qi Yu was in the painting, Lan Jing frowned suspiciously, and used her fingertips to trace the ink with a faint fragrance, until she moved her eyes to the final signature, and she was finally frozen in place. Between those few lines of juanxiu small characters.

"The scorching sun in the middle of the sky cracks the ground, and there are no laughing people in the pavilion. Once the golden dragon is trapped in the abyss, the clear and bright earth will rain down..."

Lan Jing's thin lips were slightly parted, and she slowly and silently recited it twice as if she was talking to herself.

"The scorching sun in the middle of the sky, the totem of the green dragon...the things in this painting probably refer to something."

Li Xuan looked at the picture again thoughtfully, and said lightly with pursed lips.

"That's the case..." Lan Jing raised her eyes to look at Li Xuan, suddenly smiled and pointed at the group of worshiping villagers, and said in a low voice, "He is showing his loyalty to the emperor..."

"Oh?" Li Xuan looked at the objects in the painting carefully again, "Some people are like the sun in the sky, while others are like dragons trapped in the abyss. The people in the painting bowed to the totem of Longxiao Kingdom with their backs facing the scorching sun. Saluting is a metaphor for what the people want and what my heart means."

"Besides, don't you think there is another mystery in this poem?" Lan Jing propped one hand on the table, pinched her chin, pointed at the first word of each line with some hesitation, and read from back to front seriously , "In the Golden Pavilion of the Qing Dynasty..."

"Qingjin Pavilion?" Li Xuan was slightly taken aback. Isn't that the famous No. [-] brothel in the south of the Yangtze River?Could it be that there are some ulterior secrets hidden in that place?

"As expected of Zhao Jianyong, this small painting allowed him to hide so many things in it, but isn't he afraid that I won't see anything?" Lan Jing tilted her head in confusion, and turned the scroll He picked it up again and faced the sunlight outside the window, for fear that he would do something else on the drawing paper.

"I'm afraid there is still the intention to test you." Li Xuan watched him dotingly, his deep black eyes shone with a seductive gleam under the warm afternoon sun, "Everyone has said that you are stubborn and ignorant, but he It may not be like ordinary people. If you don’t understand this painting, it’s just an ordinary gift, and he won’t think about you anymore. If you understand it, you’re someone worthy of friendship with him. If you have plans in the future, There will naturally be opportunities for cooperation.”

"It's hard to think about." Lan Jing fiddled with the scroll for a long time, but couldn't see any other hidden meanings, so she carefully rolled it up again, tied it tightly with silk, and turned to Li Xuan and asked, "Then should we give it to Li Xuan?" What was his response?"

"No need for now, as long as someone is sent to secretly investigate what mystery is hidden in the Qingjin Pavilion, he will naturally know."

……

The sun is gradually setting from the bustling market, struggling for the last sliver of light, hanging between the layers of angled cornices.

Zhao Jianyong was lazily leaning on the soft couch, covered with a long fox fur blanket, holding a red copper stove in his hand, half-closed his eyes comfortably, looking at the people around him with eyes like water.

At this moment, Lian Jingzhi was sitting on the edge of the couch, clinging to his legs, cutting the fruit brought by the maid into small pieces with a knife, and sending it to his mouth with eyes full of hospitality.

"Did you give King Jing the picture you painted two days ago?" Lian Jingzhi raised his hand to caress his cheek, rubbing his thumb slowly between his lips, "Do you really think he can see it?" Do you understand?"

"Is it really stupid, or is it pretending to be crazy? There will be an answer soon." Zhao Jianyong lowered his eyes indifferently, and his slender eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow on his face, "If he is really pretending to be crazy, After living alone for so many years, I believe that the vast country of Longxiao Kingdom will eventually change..."

"Then what do you need my husband to do next?" Lian Jingzhi put his arms on the couch, slowly bent down, and whispered teasingly, while kissing his ravaged thin lips that were bright red.

The charming touch quietly created a sweet ripple in my heart.Zhao Jianyong hid back with a smile, looked into his fiery eyes and panted softly, "You send someone to continue to watch over the Qingjin Pavilion, if you find someone secretly inquiring about it, it will be right."

"Okay, but my husband has worked hard all the way, and the rewards cannot be spared." Lian Jingzhi picked up his little hand and put it on his lips, kissed the back of his fair hand lightly, and said softly, "I will allow you once today, How~"

Zhao Jianyong gently raised one corner of his lips, and gently climbed his hands on the back of his neck, whispering in his ear: "If you don't serve him well, you will be punished!"

"it is good."

Lian Jingzhi gave a petulant chuckle, and with a little force on his arm, he carried him on his shoulders and walked towards the inner hall with big strides.