worthless [rebirth]

Hearing this, Chen Ling was startled, turned around to look at Jiang Chi, and said, "Painting for me? Here?"

Chen Ling didn't remember that Jiang Chi in his previous life could draw, let alone that he had painted for himself.Now that Chen Ling was slightly surprised when he heard that the other party proposed to paint for him.

Jiang Chi nodded, "Today I saw that the painting on Ah Chao's fan is pretty good, so I want to draw one too." After a pause, Jiang Chi said: "I'm here to paint, how about you write an inscription on it?"

"Me?" Chen Ling was stunned again. Jiang Chao's person, Chen Ling, knew about it. Although he didn't have much contact with each other in his previous life, he still had a few conversations.Chen Ling remembered that once he angered Jiang Chi, the idle king once pleaded for him, so Chen Ling had a good impression of Jiang Chao.

This was because he didn't understand what Jiang Chi's painting had to do with Jiang Chao's fan.

Without giving Chen Ling a chance to refuse, Jiang Chi took out a rectangular wooden box from under the stone table and opened it. Inside was a scroll, a brush, and a small inkstone.

Chen Ling watched Jiang Chi take out the things he needed, and he couldn't help but wonder if the other party had already prepared.But thinking about it again, Jiang Chi wouldn't have planned to bring him here a long time ago, maybe it was just a coincidence.

Jiang Chi unfolded the scroll and spread it on the table, seeing the dazed Chen Ling, he guessed what he was thinking, and explained: "I used to like to come here to admire flowers and paint when I was not enthroned, so I would always have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here. "

"Hmm." Chen Ling nodded his head to express his understanding. He lay on the edge of the table with his chin resting on his arm, watched Jiang Chi grind, and said, "The emperor used to draw something here, lotus?"

The reason why he asked this question was because Chen Ling saw dead branches of lotus in the lake, and guessed that it should be a huge lotus pond.

Jiang Chi glanced at the dead branches in the lake, then looked away lightly, and said to Chen Ling, "Find a comfortable position to sit, and I will draw a portrait of you."

"..." Chen Ling moved his head slightly, resting his head on his arms, and said, "This is quite comfortable."

Thinking that Chen Ling was injured, he should be tired, so Jiang Chi didn't care too much. He found a suitable place for writing on the blank canvas, and while looking at Chen Ling, he dipped the ink and began to paint.

Because Chen Ling was lying on the table, his eyes were facing the tip of the brush, and he saw that Jiang Chi was drawing at a leisurely pace, and glanced at him from time to time. After a while, there was a general outline on the canvas, with distinct facial features, clean and noble. His temperament...Jiang Chi's movements were extremely smooth, as if he didn't need to think at all, as the painting was already in his mind.

Thinking of this, Chen Ling inevitably lost his mind, and unconsciously looked up the tip of the pen, looking at Jiang Chi's face.

Jiang Chi pursed his lips lightly, his expression extremely serious.Chen Ling had seen Jiang Chi who was angry, Jiang Chi who was evil, and Jiang Chi who was hysterical because of begging, but he had never seen the other party so calm and serious. The eyebrow peaks made Chen Ling feel peaceful.

Chen Ling couldn't help feeling a little lost, but met Jiang Chi's eyes inadvertently.

When Jiang Chi was painting, he had to look at Chen Ling who was lying on the table from time to time, but unexpectedly, their gazes collided.

Chen Ling shrank his eyes, and quickly turned his head away, feeling as guilty as if he was peeping but was discovered by others.

Jiang Chi didn't seem to notice Chen Ling's strangeness. While painting, he said calmly, "What's wrong?"

"..." Chen Ling hesitated and said, "Well...my arm is numb from the pressure, can I change my position?"

After a pause, Jiang Chi looked up at Chen Ling and saw that he had been lying on his arms for a long time, so he said, "You don't have to worry so much, just come as you feel comfortable."

Chen Ling gave a soft "um", sat up straight, rubbed the arm that was pressed, lowered his eyes, and did not look at Jiang Chi again.

About an hour later, Jiang Chi said, "Okay, let's take a look."

Chen Ling looked up, and saw a young man painted on the flat canvas. Jiang Chi's drawing skills were indeed very good. Although the person in the painting was not exactly similar to Chen Ling, there were nine points of it.

Big and bright eyes, light eyebrows, moderately thick lips, long jet-black hair with a few tufts pulled up on the top, lively and full of vigor, especially the raised corners of the young man's mouth, which makes the viewer feel happy .

"Laughing...?" Chen Ling stared at the painting in a daze. How long had it been since he smiled, so long that he almost forgot what it looked like when he smiled.Could it be that, in Jiang Chi's mind, should he smile so easily?

Chen Ling looked at Jiang Chi, "..."

"See what I'm doing?" Jiang Chi smiled lightly, reached out and handed the brush to Chen Ling, and said, "It's agreed, I just draw, and you write the inscription."

"..." Chen Ling couldn't figure out what Jiang Chi was thinking. He looked at Jiang Chi quietly without moving.

"Don't know what to write?" Jiang Chi said softly, "I'll teach you."

Chen Ling said: "I'm afraid to write the picture you made..." Before the word "broken" came out, Jiang Chi had already stuffed the pen into Chen Ling's hand, then held his hand, and wrote in the blank space: " I wish to win the heart of one person, but the white head does not..."

The hand was held by Jiang Chi's powerful big hand. Chen Ling watched the brush in his hand move little by little on the canvas, leaving a few vigorous and powerful characters. When he realized what Jiang Chi was writing, Chen Ling froze suddenly, " No!" He subconsciously rejected this sentence, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but with a swerved stroke, a scratch was left on the canvas, completely destroying the artistic conception of the painting.

Jiang Chi let go, and put the brush aside in frustration. The last two characters were not written.

Looking at Jiang Chi's gloomy expression, Chen Ling felt inexplicably guilty. He opened his mouth and said softly, "I..."

"Wait for the ink to dry, then put it away." Jiang Chi interrupted Chen Ling before he could finish speaking, his expression calmed down, Jiang Chi put away the pen and ink, and said, "This painting is for you, don't allow it." Say no."

Chen Ling nodded, and said, "I want it."

The time after that was spent in silence, maybe the little accident just now made both of them feel embarrassed.

At some point, the sky darkened, the wind was stronger than before, and it turned out to be raining.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain." Jiang Chi looked at the sky and said.

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind blew up, dark clouds spread densely above the head, and it started to rain.

The weather was fine when they came out, so they didn't bring rain gear. The Yunling Pavilion was behind the imperial garden, which was originally a quiet place, and Jiang Chi didn't arrange any patrolling guards.

As the rain intensified, the surrounding air became a little damp and cool.After being tortured, Chen Ling's health has not been very good, and it is inevitable that he will catch the cold if he stays in a damp and cold place.

Looking at Chen Ling's slightly pale face, Jiang Chi couldn't help frowning, and said, "Let's go back."

"Huh?" Chen Ling looked at the moderate rain outside, and said softly, "It's raining, wait until the rain stops."

Jiang Chi said: "The rain in spring is extremely cold, and it doesn't just stop." After a pause, he tightened his clothes for Chen Ling, and said: "Be obedient, the wheelchair is already wet, I will carry you back .”

"Back... me?" Chen Ling was taken aback, opened his mouth to look at Jiang Chi in disbelief, and said, "The emperor is right."

Jiang Chi smiled, "You have an injury on your leg, so I can't let you walk back or jump back on one foot."

Chen Ling lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer.

Jiang Chi got up and walked to Chen Ling's side. He covered Chen Ling's head with that coat. Seeing that the cold painting on the table was almost done, he took it and rolled up a few rolls, and stuffed it into Chen Ling's hand. Li, said: "You protect this painting, don't let it get wet."

Chen Ling subconsciously clenched the scroll in his hand, and heard Jiang Chi say, "It doesn't matter if the painting gets wet, as long as you don't get drenched." He squatted down with his back to Chen Ling, and said, "Come up."

Looking at Jiang Chi's solid back, Chen Ling hesitated to go up.

Jiang Chi turned around and stretched out his hand to give Chen Ling a hand. Chen Ling couldn't sit still and lay down on Jiang Chi's back, subconsciously wrapping his arms around his neck.

Jiang Chi smiled, supported Chen Ling's thigh firmly, carried him out of the pavilion, and ran all the way against the rain.

Chen Ling thought that the wheelchair was still in the rain, and the white tiger skin on it was precious, so he felt a little reluctant, and said softly, "Well...the wheelchair is still by the pavilion."

Jiang Chi ran and said, "Just wait until the rain stops before someone comes to pick it up. Hug me tighter, and I'll run faster, otherwise the clothes you're wearing are soaked and they're going to rain on you."

"..." Chen Ling saw that Jiang Chi's hair was already wet from the rain, and even his breathing was a little rough because of running so fast.He lay on Jiang Chi's thick back, with his cheek pressed against the back of Jiang Chi's neck, feeling a little warm in his heart for no reason.With one arm around the painting and the other around Jiang Chi's neck, Chen Ling relaxed his tense body and gently closed his eyes.

The way back seemed extraordinarily long, and it was light wind and drizzle that day.He lay on Jiang Chi's generous back, with his arms around his neck, and he was wearing a robe that still carried the other's body temperature. The two of them ran wildly in the rain.On the uneven ground, the rainwater accumulated into puddles of different depths. Jiang Chi stepped into it with one shallow foot, splashing water after another. In addition to the sound of wind and rain, there was the sound of each other's intense heartbeats.

Something is different, not only the reality and memory have diverged, Jiang Chi is also different from before.At the same time, what was different was Chen Ling's heart.Because he found that as long as he was willing to give in, Jiang Chi would give him a lot, a lot...

The slightly cool lips rubbed against Jiang Chi and touched Yuzhu's ear, Chen Ling pressed against his ear, and said softly: "Ah Chi...I'm homesick..." The arms around Jiang Chi were so tight, a little No intention of letting go.

Chen Ling thought, if he wanted to be free, he had to give Jiang Chi a sense of security first.Tell the other party that the freedom you want is not without him.

Jiang Chi was stunned for a moment, and just stopped in the rain, panting from running still, he asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

Chen Ling moved a little, changed into a comfortable position and lay on Jiang Chi's back, with his cheek against the back of Jiang Chi's neck, and lazily said, "Ah Chi, take me out of the palace after you finish your work for a while." .I want to go out and have a look, I miss my father and mother..."

"..." Jiang Chi was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "You can leave the palace, but leaving the country...we'll talk about it later." Then he ran again with Chen Ling on his back.

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows where Jiang Chi couldn't see, a cunning flashed in his dark eyes.He nodded slightly, said "hmm" and didn't speak again.

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