A glance at the spring breeze

The meal was extremely peaceful, and nothing happened.The little prince was very well-behaved and restrained in front of Yin Jian, and in front of the little prince, Yin Jian said "Love Qing" to Ruan Lan kindly and kindly, which was enough to act as a corporal of courtesy.

Later, Yin Jian sent the little prince away with the excuse of "reviewing his homework", and finally said a private word between the two of them.

"If Ah Lan doesn't like that dress, I'll order someone to make a new one for you."

Ruan Lan was very pleased with this, before leaving, she said to Yin Xian, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The following days were considered quiet and peaceful. Ruan Lan taught the little prince to read and practice calligraphy all day long, and often walked around the palace, occasionally being summoned by Yin Jian. The topics of discussion were nothing more than the little prince's homework and what they wanted to explore The truth about the strange things that happened before.

Ruan Lan was very worried about Taoist Xuan Mo, but Yin Jian was indifferent to this.One day, when Ruan Lan mentioned Daoist Xuan Mo again, Yin Xian did not show any urgency.He put down the vermilion pen in his hand, closed the memorial in front of him, brought a cup of tea to his mouth, blew it gently, and finally opened his mouth slowly: "Wait a few more days, the Taoist priest will come back."

Ruan Lan looked at Yin Jian's confident expression when he spoke, so she couldn't ask any more questions.

Yin Jian said again: "A few days ago, people were sent to investigate Qiumang Mountain in southern Anhui, but for some reason, no one could find the entrance."

"How could this be?"

"The reason is still unknown."

Ruan Lan recalled that Qi Mo once told him that there was a layer of obscurity set up on the Qiumang Mountain. I don't know if it has something to do with it.

But he also remembered that Yin Jian went to look for him alone at that time, and there seemed to be no obstacles blocking him, so why can't he go in now?

Yin Jian stood up from the table and quietly walked behind Ruan Lan.At this moment, Ruan Lan was lowering her head in deep thought, she didn't seem to notice that there was a sudden person behind her.

When Ruan Lan lived in the palace before, except for Yin Jian's order prohibiting him from going out, other aspects were more unrestrained and unrestrained than now.For example, dressing, Ruan Lan used to be blind, dressed casually, and was often impolite; Eunuch Yu only tied up his hair on the sides and top of his head before, while the long hair in the back hung down his shoulders, spread like black ink on the Behind the scenes, when others saw him, they would think that he must be idle, with no business to do, and he felt like a bohemian young man.

But now, with the titles of "Prince Teacher" and "University Scholar", Ruan Lan naturally pays special attention to this aspect when going in and out of the palace.The clothes on his body have to be ironed with a gold iron every night, and his hair has to be coiled up and tied into a refreshing square bun.

When ordinary people see Ruan Lan's outfit, they will definitely respect him, but in Yin Xian's eyes, Ruan Lan in this attire is quite interesting.

The snake-like gaze fell on the back of Ruan Lan's neck. Without the cover of her hair, this smooth, white and tender skin was exposed to the sun like the prey in the eyes of an eagle.

Ruan Lan still lowered her head, her thoughts drifted outside the palace, and she didn't know what was about to happen.

Yin Xunjing quietly held her breath, her lips gradually approached the alluring white and tender fragrance in front of her, and she raised her right hand, intending to clasp the shoulder of the person in front of her.

With five fingers spread out, the contours of pinching the opponent's shoulders have been prepared, the tip of the nose seems to be about to touch the back of the opponent's neck, and the lips are about to roll over this slippery place for a kiss.

at this time--

"Your Majesty, Painter Wei is here."

Manager Zhang's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

Yin Xian's outstretched right hand froze for an instant, and before he could withdraw it, Ruan Lan turned around and saw a face that was close at hand.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

Rao Ruan Lan, who never liked sex and moon, saw Yin Jian's posture like a hungry wolf rushing to eat, and she should have guessed what Yin Xian was going to do just now.

Ruan Lan looked away from the corner in embarrassment, and a hot and embarrassing heat rose from the inside out of her back.

Yin Jian quickly withdrew his hand, put his back behind his back, cleared his throat, and said, "Xuan him in."

Then he said to Ruan Lan: "Today the painter came to draw my portrait, you can watch from the side and give him some pointers."

Ruan Lan thought that Yin Jian's remarks were mostly used to make fun of him. After all, the painters used painting as their specialty, and the court painters were chosen from among the many painters. Is it comparable to a scholar like him who usually spends his time painting?

But it was not easy to say these words out of his mouth, so he just replied: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Painter Wei is nearly seventy years old, an old man with a white beard, carrying a square wooden box, following behind Director Zhang.

This is not the first time that Ruan Lan has met Master Wei. Before he was born, Master Wei had already begun to paint portraits for the royal family. It is said that he has been painting for more than 40 years and has gone through three generations of emperors.

He is really an iron-struck artist and a king of flowing water.

I don't know why Yin Jian made fun of him. With Wei's qualifications as a painter, how can he be a junior to teach him?

The last time Ruan Lan saw Mr. Wei, Yin Jian had not yet ascended the throne. When they met again this time, they found that the grooves on Wei's face were getting deeper and more vicissitudes. After such a calculation, more than ten years had passed.

Yin Jian walked to the end of the room, turned around, and sat down solemnly.The painter, on the other hand, knelt in front of a table, took out a pen and paper from the wooden box, spread out the paper, covered it with a heavy wood paperweight, and then dipped the slender pen tip in the ground ink, looking at Yin Yin from a distance. Rolling, bowing his head and starting to draw.

At this time, Yin Jian looked unsmiling, with a little bit of unscrupulous and shameless ruffian, much more wise and powerful than the king Ruan Lan met in ordinary times.

Yin Jian's appearance is more heroic than his brother Yin Cheng, and he is more calm and majestic than the former emperor. He is a born emperor.

It stands to reason that courtiers are generally unable to look up to see the face of the dragon. Ruan Lan basically abides by this rule in front of Yin Jian, except...

Ruan Lan couldn't help recalling Yin Zhan's enlarged face just now, and her face turned blushing.

This time, Ruan Lan raised her head to look at Yin Jian on the steps without any hesitation, she was fascinated when she saw it, and when the artist reported back that the painting was finished, Ruan Lan realized that she had broken the etiquette of respect and inferiority, and quickly lowered her head.

Ruan Lan stood about two feet behind Master Wei, and when she lowered her head, she saw the newly created portrait in Master Wei's hands.

The picture in the picture is a middle-aged man who is more than twice as strong as ordinary people. He has a full and round sky, a ruddy complexion, crescent-like eyebrows, piercing eyes, wide and thick lips, and a beard on his lips. Slightly tilted from bottom to top.The whole face of this person in the painting is a full circle rounder than Yin Jian's. It can be said that he is quite blessed and extremely majestic.

Ruan Lan nodded and praised: "It's wonderful, Master Wei's painting skills are really superb."

Mr. Zhang quickly presented the painting, Yin Jian frowned as soon as he got it, and stroked his lips with the other hand.

——Leaving aside who painted it... When did I grow a beard?

That's it.

Yin Jian handed the painting back to Mr. Zhang and said, "I am very satisfied, thank you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Master Wei kowtowed his thanks.

After painter Wei was taken away by Mr. Zhang, Yin Zhen didn't speak for a while, and finally asked Ruan Lan: "Ah Lan, who do you think is better than the painter just now?"

Ruan Lan replied: "Of course he is a painter. I don't have good painting skills, so I dare not talk to him."

Yin Jian really couldn't believe that he had grown up like the one in the painting, so he asked again, "Do you like the portraits in the painting more?"

Unexpectedly, Ruan Lan knelt down with a "bang", and said solemnly: "Your Majesty is the master of the world, and the works drawn by Master Wei are naturally His Majesty who is supported by the world."

These words were decent, telling Yin Jian tactfully why the portrait just now was not as graceful as Yin Jian himself, and responded to Yin Jian's question with "All people in the world support His Majesty".After all, he can be regarded as one of all "people in the world".

Although Yin Xian was unhappy, he couldn't find anything wrong with Ruan Lan's words, so he had to give up.

Ruan Lan looked at the sun outside the window, guessed that the time was almost up, and said to Yin Jian: "Today, His Highness went out to learn riding and archery. Looking at the sky, he should be back soon. I will leave first."

There is nothing wrong with Ruan Lan's excuse. Letting Ruan Lan be his son's teacher is Yin Xun digging a hole to bury himself.

Yin Jian waved his sleeves: "Well, let's go."

Ruan Lan retreated outside the imperial study room, said goodbye to Mr. Zhang, and then walked along the winding corridor to the place where Prince Yin Xuan was taught to read.

Speaking of which, Yin Jian's approach to registering the East Palace was very strange.

Let the little prince live alone in the east of the palace, but do not establish a prince.

Inviting a bachelor to the "Eastern Palace" alone for the little prince to teach him to read and write, these are far beyond the rights that a prince is entitled to.

Is this going to make Yin Xuan the crown prince, or not?

Just when Ruan Lan lowered his head in deep thought, he suddenly heard a "plop", as if something fell heavily to the ground.

Ruan Lan followed the reputation——

Isn't that naughty little prince lying on the ground in the shape of a big character not far away?

"Your Highness!" Ruan Lan was startled, and quickly ran forward to pick up the little prince from the ground, "Why did Your Highness fall down?"

"I... I didn't fall." The little prince was embarrassed, suppressing the tears in his eyes, and rubbed his knee vigorously, "I'm practicing lightness kung fu! Do you understand!"

Ruan Lan let out a "puchi" laugh: "Your Highness, why do you want to practice lightness kung fu?"

The little prince said in a hoarse voice: "My concubine is sick and wants to eat Yunpian cake. I want to sneak out and buy it for her."

Ruan Lan was puzzled: "If the imperial concubine wants to eat, the Imperial Dining Room will definitely make it for her. Why does your highness sneak out to buy something outside the palace?"

"My concubine once said that she loved the Yunpian cake sold in the pastry shop next to my prime minister's grandparent's house. She also said that when she was a child, she would fight with the neighbor's children for a piece of Yunpian cake. .”

Ruan Lan's heart trembled—this "neighbor's kid" seemed to be referring to him.