Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Fu Ling raised his eyes lazily, and glanced at him: "Master Xie, are you ordering me?"

Xie Zhao sighed, disheartened: "I dare not."

The clothes of the Dayu royal family are mainly bright yellow, and only the royal family is qualified to wear bright yellow clothes; Beiyan is different, and the Beiyan royal family mostly wears black.Xie Zhao was not stupid, he had already guessed that the person opposite was the legendary Third Prince of Beiyan who came to the capital to be a hostage for ten years.

It seems to be called Fu Ling?

Although the other party has just come to the capital, but he involves many parties, Fu Ling really doesn't want to associate with such a person.

So he nodded to Xie Zhao, and said to Qi Lan who was beside him, "Go get the piano, let's go."

From the moment Xie Zhao spoke rudely, Qi Lan was suffocated.

Hearing Fu Ling's words, he immediately picked up the piano, followed behind Fu Ling, and left this place quickly.After leaving the courtyard, he complained to Fu Ling in a low voice: "You are really rude."

Of course it was Xie Zhao.

Qi Lan felt sorry for Fu Ling: "It seems that you will not be able to play the piano here in the future."

It would be troublesome to recruit Xie Zhao again.

Fu Ling said softly, "It's the same in the study, it doesn't get in the way."

The reason why I come to this yard during this time is that the spring day and night wind are mild, the starry sky is vast, and playing the piano amidst the sound of insects and leaves makes people feel peaceful.

Playing the piano in the study, although it lacks some natural charm, it is not a big problem.

This matter is not harmful to Fu Ling, but it is a great hindrance to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao hurriedly came back from Yushitai every day, and waited by the wall after eating, but it was a pity that after waiting seven or eight days, the sound of the piano never sounded again.

Now, even a fool knew that the third prince didn't want to play the piano for him.

Xie Zhao was heartbroken, and asked Bingwen: "You said, if I come to the door with a gift, will the third prince play the piano for me again?"

Bingwen didn't want to hurt Xie Zhao, but he also didn't want to lie to Xie Zhao, so he said what was in his heart: "I think...it's unlikely."

Xie Zhao lowered his eyes, pitifully: "Why not? As long as the third prince is willing to play the piano for me, I can introduce him as a confidant."

Bingwen could no longer bear to see his disappointed expression: "He may not be willing to be your bosom friend..."

Xie Zhao couldn't believe it: "Why! I can write poems and draw pictures, and I'm one of the best in looks, let alone I'm young and promising!"

He emphasized his tone: "I'm the No. [-] scholar! If I'm under twenty, I'm already an official of the sixth rank!"

Xie Zhao was unhappy: "Isn't it good to be my bosom friend?"

Bingwen rubbed his forehead: "That day...you really got a little rough."

Xie Zhao was discouraged: "Really Meng Lang?"

Bingwen hesitated, carefully glanced at Xie Zhao's expression, and nodded.

But it was the first time we met, and after listening to the sound of the piano, I leaned on the wall and looked at the house. This kind of behavior is really too much.This doesn't look like a number one scholar, it's almost as good as a disciple.

Fortunately, he is a man. If the opposite is a girl, if he is caught like this, then he will not be arrested immediately to see the government?

——Well, it looks like Meng Lang is real.

Xie Zhao let out a long sigh, and said sullenly, "I have to find a way."

Bingwen asked, "What method?"

"What else can I do?"

Xie Zhao took it for granted: "Of course it is the way to become the third prince's confidant!"

For some reason, looking at Xie Zhao's confident and persistent appearance, Bingwen suddenly felt sorry for the poor Prince Proton next door.

He suddenly felt that he probably shouldn't have taken the young master to listen to it after discovering the sound of the piano.

This was a surprise to my son, but to the third prince, it was a disaster without reason.

Bingwen clasped his hands together and muttered like a little novice monk: "I did it, I did it, I did it."

Not long after the incident of climbing over the wall happened, Xie Zhao didn't have the face to immediately join him in front of him.It just so happened that he did not have old friends in this capital, so on the holiday, he changed into his normal clothes and knocked on the gate of Pei's Mansion on Xueya Street.

The doorman poked his head out, and saw a handsome young man in a blue robe smiling brightly at him.

The doorman has never seen such a good-looking person. He used to think that his son was already a first-class handsome man, but now he saw the person in front of him, and he realized that there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.

He blushed unconsciously and stammered: "You... hello, what can I do for you?"

Xie Zhao said, "I'm here to talk to your young master."

It stands to reason that the doorman would never easily go in and report the visit of such a stranger who does not declare his name or official position.It's just that the doorman has been carried away by Xie Zhao's smile at this moment, and after saying "wait a moment", he ran inside, and it seemed that he was indeed looking for someone to inform.

Not long after, the doorman ran back again.

It seemed that he ran very fast all the way, and when he returned to the door again, he was unavoidably out of breath, supported his knees to take a few breaths, and then he straightened up and said to Xie Zhao: "Shall I take you to the yard of the young master? "

Xie Zhao said thank you, seeing that he was sweating profusely, after thinking about it, he took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to the doorman, and said, "Take it to wipe off the sweat."

The doorman was flattered and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no servant like me deserves such a good thing."

Xie Zhao laughed, too lazy to argue with him, and directly put the handkerchief into his hand.

He said forcefully: "It's not something expensive, you don't need to push it around, as if it's so rare." He joked, "I'm not a big girl, you dare not hold the handkerchief, maybe it's because you're afraid of ruining me reputation?"

He said so, and the doorman naturally couldn't refuse.

Hearing the handsome young man in front of him compare himself to a big girl, the doorman suppressed a smile and took the handkerchief, thinking to himself: I don't know which friend of the young master this is?Not only good looking, but also interesting people.

The doorman dutifully led Xie Zhao to a secluded courtyard, and then left.

Xie Zhao didn't regard himself as an outsider, so he went to find a flower-watering maid next to him, and after asking about the location of the study, he groped there by himself, and as expected, he found Pei Shaonan who was painting in the study.

A man in a plain white robe is concentrating on painting.He held the pen in his right hand, and helped his sleeve with his left hand, as if he didn't notice the person coming at the door, and continued to concentrate on his painting, his eyes drooped slightly, and the corners of his lips smiled faintly.

The spring spirit of April seems to have also entered the house, touching the corners of his eyes and brows.

Really warm and moist as jade, quiet and leisurely.

Xie Zhao leaned at the door, admiring the beauty in front of him doing the drawing, thinking that Pei Shaonan's skin is really confusing.

Although he knew that this person had a bad stomach, Xie Zhao had to admit that Pei Shaonan still looked very attractive when he was not doing deceitful things.

About a quarter of an hour later, Pei Shaonan finally finished his painting and put down his brush.

He raised his eyes to look at Xie Zhao who was leaning against the door, and smiled gently: "Azhao, don't come here without any problems."

This smile is elegant and pleasant, making people feel as if the spring breeze is blowing on the face, and it is indescribably ironing.

Xie Zhao was not confused by this smile.

"It's as if I haven't seen me since I came to the capital."

Xie Zhao glanced at him, snorted softly, and walked to Pei Shaonan, wanting to take a look at his masterpiece: "When I was canonized, you were clearly in the hall."

Pei Shaonan is now working in the Ministry of Officials, as a fifth-rank official doctor in the Ministry of Officials, of course he is qualified to meet with the court.

On the day when Xie Zhao became the number one scholar and was canonized as a censor, Pei Shaonan was clearly standing at the back of the queue, but he still pretended not to know Xie Zhao.When Xie Zhao passed by him, the guy didn't even raise his eyes, he just regarded Xie Zhao as air.

Hearing what Xie Zhao said, Pei Shaonan neither blushed nor panted.

He smiled lightly, and said solemnly: "You are in the limelight, I dare not cling to you."

This is a complete joke.

Pei Shaonan was born in a famous family, his grandfather was a doctor of the second grade Guanglu who was still an official in the court, and his disciples were all over the court.Pei Shaonan himself is quite well-known, after all, he was the champion three years ago.

He is only two years older than Xie Zhao, and now he is the fifth rank of official worship, no one else in his generation.

Xie Zhao curled his lips, too lazy to talk nonsense with this man, and turned to look at his paintings seriously.

This was unbearable, and Xie Zhao immediately turned dark.

Only on the white paper.Lots of lotus flowers are in full bloom, crowding the lake very lively.

There is a small boat in the middle of the lake.

In the small boat, a boy about five or six years old was sleeping soundly on his back.As if hating the scorching sun, the boy was only wearing a thin thin shirt, his arms and calves were exposed like lotus root joints, and his shoes had long been thrown aside, revealing a pair of white, tender and flawless feet.

This is a good painting. It vividly depicts the delicate beauty of the lotus, and also the naive state of the boy on the boat when he is taking a nap.

It's just that when he thought that the boy in the painting was his young and naughty self, Xie Zhao couldn't say what he praised.

His face turned red and blue, blue and purple, afraid that people outside would hear him too loudly, so he could only lower his voice, gritted his teeth and looked at Pei Shaonan who had an innocent face: "Pei Xiaoyi, you are all boring."

Xiao Yi is Pei Shaonan's character.

Seeing that Xie Zhao's white jade-like cheeks were flushed, and he looked angry from embarrassment, Pei Shaonan could no longer hide the smile that was about to overflow from his eyes.

He clenched his fist and chuckled, correcting Xie Zhao's address: "Azhao, you always called me brother when you were young."

Pei Shaonan's grandfather and Xie Hui have been friends for many years.When Xie Zhao was five years old, Pei Shaonan was sent by his grandfather to Jiangnan to study with Xie Hui.

The two had been together for five full years, and after five years, Pei Shaonan returned to the capital.After that, although the two had letters, they never saw each other again until Xie Zhao also came to the capital this year.

Xie Zhao was a naughty and innocent boy when he was young.

In the summer, he once said that he wanted to play a game of peek-a-boo with Pei Shaonan, and then quietly hid in the boat by himself.Children often get sleepy, and before Xie Zhao came to Pei Shaonan, he was already asleep on the boat.

There are many lotus flowers in the summer lake, and Xie Zhao was hiding in the boat, but no one noticed it. Pei Shaonan searched for three hours, and when he found it, everyone panicked, thinking that Xie Zhao was abducted by some human trafficker. Now people came to say that Xie Zhao had been found.

When Pei Shaonan rushed over, he saw Xie Zhao lying in the middle of the boat with disheveled clothes.It was already sunset, but the little Xie Zhao didn't realize it, and slept soundly with his mouth open.

At that time, not only Pei Shaonan, but also the other servants and maids present couldn't help laughing.

From then on, this matter was used by Pei Shaonan as a magic weapon against Xie Zhao.

Every time he teases Xie Zhao with this matter, Xie Zhao always becomes angry from embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Pei Shaonan liked to see Xie Zhao become angry from embarrassment.

It can be said that the two grew up together, and their friendship is naturally not shallow. After Pei Shaonan made such a move, the little things that hadn't met in the past few years quickly disappeared.

Xie Zhao has somewhat recovered the feeling of getting along with Pei Shaonan, a fox.

Seeing that the ink on the painting was almost dry, Xie Zhao took a scroll of the painting and put it in his arms: "I took this painting away."

He is not at ease with Pei Shaonan, who knows if this guy will hold an exhibition one day, and explain the inspiration for this painting in detail with others.

Xie Zhao couldn't afford to lose this face.

Pei Shaonan feigned surprise: "Why are you acting like a robber?"

Xie Zhao said, "Will you just say you will?"

Pei Shaonan sighed: "It looks like I can't afford it."

Xie Zhao sat down on the bench next to him with satisfaction, and poured himself a cup of tea.The aroma of tea filled his nostrils, Xie Zhao drank it all in one gulp, his movements were natural.Compared with Pei Shaonan, it seems that he is the owner of this study.

Pei Shaonan watched him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

He sat across from Xie Zhao, poured himself a cup of tea, and sighed with a smile: "You are still the censor, come to my house to snatch my calligraphy and painting, are you not afraid of being ginseng?"

Xie Zhao thought about He Fang seeing his increasingly dissatisfied eyes these days, and smiled: "Perhaps this day will come soon."

Pei Shaonan raised his eyebrows, becoming interested: "How do you say that?"

Xie Zhao didn't say any more, and got up with the scroll: "You will know when the time comes."