He has not lived enough

Zhao Yu is also very satisfied with this painting, but the problem lies in the looks of these two men... with him and Bai Qing;

Inside the political hall.

While reading the documents, Bai Qingyu asked, "Have you eaten all day?"

Zhang Defu nodded with a sad face: "Your Majesty just ate a few mouthfuls in the morning, and didn't even put a mouthful of porridge in his mouth. Now that the sun is going down, it's not like he didn't eat well all day."

Bai Qingyu glanced at Zhang Defu: "You just let him mess around?"

That child could be blown down by a gust of wind, how can he stand up to such a mess, the civet cats they raise have more flesh on their faces than him.

Zhang Defu didn't dare to refute, saying: "These days your Majesty is obsessed with painting, and you don't allow the palace servants to accompany you, but you eat meals on time, but today, the old slave called His Majesty outside and didn't let you in all day long. I have to come here and ask Bai Xiang to take a look."

After hesitating, Zhang Defu added: "Your Majesty was recovering from his illness these few days, but he became restless after Prince Ning's visit. This old slave dare not make random guesses, but he also dare not hide the truth from Prime Minister Bai."

Hearing that Zhao Ke had come, Bai Qingyu put down his book: "Then I'll go there."

Zhang Defu hurriedly bowed: "This will trouble your lord."

The two went out from the Zhengshitang to Zichen Palace together.

Zichen Palace Study Room.

But Zhao Yu kept holding his breath while painting, and did not exhale until the last stroke was completed.

Although Hua Hua looked like he was standing motionless on the ground, he had to concentrate all the time, and his physical strength was limited, so he felt exhausted only after he relaxed.

Sitting down on the chair and resting for a while, Zhao Yu picked up the cup and drank the cold tea, then stood up and looked at the painting.

Traditional Chinese painting is characterized by freehand brushwork, which focuses on artistic conception and atmosphere, and is suitable for painting landscapes. Western oil painting emphasizes realism and accurately grasps the structure and shape of objects. Zhao Yu's painting tries to integrate the two.

This painting is half a meter in size, and the background is under the moonlight with peonies in full bloom.

The crescent moon hangs in the dark sky like a string, and the wanton-growing peony clings to the flower stand, forming a flower wall. There are large pieces of peony petals scattered under the wall, and the fragrance can be smelled under the moonlight.

If you look at these alone, this painting is just a common flower scene under the moon, but if you look further down, you can't help but blush.

Next to the peony flowers is a cyan stone bed, on which a handsome man's clothes are opened to reveal his thin and muscular upper body, with one arm around a slender white body, and the other hand pinching the chin of the man in his arms.

Looking at the man in his arms again, the jade crown with hair fell to the ground, and the crimson robe fell to his waist. The long black hair was scattered and covered one side of the cheek, and the exposed side was delicate and fragile, and he was forced to stand up. Lifting his chin to accept the kiss from the person behind him, one hand seemed to be looking for support, but he could only grab a drooping Yinhong peony in vain, which made his skin more and more radiant and jade-like, which made people think about it.

Zhao Yu looked at the painting intently. He used more traditional Chinese painting techniques when painting the background, making the sea of ​​peony flowers under the moon look more hazy and ethereal.

The two people on the stone bed basically adopt Western oil painting techniques, and show the body, appearance and expression of the characters in detail, and even the sweat beads hanging on the side of the chin. It can be said that it is lifelike and lifelike.

The degree of completion of this painting far exceeded Zhao Yu's expectations, even better than his previous paintings, but Zhao Yu felt that this painting did not know why, and it gave him a faint sense of disobedience.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yu muttered to herself, frowning and scanned the whole painting inch by inch, even the dark lines on the clothes, but she didn't find the problem.

He took a sip of tea, then took two steps back to take a closer look. When he glanced at the faces of the characters in the painting again, his eyes froze for a moment and he took a sharp breath. He choked on the tea and coughed hastily.

Even so, he still didn't take his eyes off the painting, not fascinated by his own painting, but frightened.

Zhao Yu originally conceived a painting of a man and a woman in the spring under the moon, and after he was absorbed in the painting, he used his inspiration to control the brush. Therefore, Zhao Yu realized that what he painted was not a man and a woman, but two. man.

This book is not a big deal, and the man in the painting is handsome and beautiful, and the other is cold and glamorous. In the flower scene under the moon, there is a sense of ambiguous gender, which can be called a masterpiece.

Zhao Yu was also very satisfied with the painting, but the problem was that the looks of these two men... were exactly the same as him and Bai Qingyu.

This is fatal.

Zhao Yu felt that he needed to calm down.

After drinking two more cups of tea, Zhao Yu finally found a reason to convince herself.

The person in the painting is indeed Zhao Yu, but it is not him, but the little emperor.

When he paints, he subconsciously wants to draw beauties. These two people are rare and good-looking, so he subconsciously uses them as materials.

Right, that is it.

The more Zhao Yu thought about it, the more she felt that it made sense, and she still blamed Zhao Ke for letting her watch those things, which made him think wildly.

While Zhao Yu was trying to convince herself, Zhang Defu suddenly heard from outside saying: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Bai is seeking to see you outside."

Zhao Yu jumped up in shock.

It's over!He is still guilty! The Lord is here!

For a while, he was in a hurry to find something to cover the easel in the room. Who knew that the more he was busy, the more chaotic he became, and the vase standing by the table was knocked over with a crisp sound.

"Is Your Majesty injured?" Zhang Defu hurriedly asked when he heard the movement.

"No, no!" Zhao Yu took off his outer shirt and put it on the drawing board in a hurry, cleared his throat and pretended to be calm: "Please come in, Prime Minister Bai."

The door of the palace was opened with a "squeak", and Zhao Yu took a last look at the drawing board to make sure it was fully covered before getting up.

Bai Qingyu stood still and saluted. Zhao Yu wanted to help him up himself, but when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly remembered the painting just now, and immediately withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and said awkwardly, "Please get up, Bai Xiang."

Fortunately, Bai Qingyu didn't pay attention to his small movements, he just stood up and looked inside the room: "Why doesn't Your Majesty light the lamp?"

Can this black-and-white idiot draw?

"Ah?" Zhao Yu looked out to see that the sky was getting dark, "I thought it was still early."

The palace people went in and lighted the lamps and exchanged hot tea, then stepped back out lightly.

Zhao Yu rubbed his stiff neck and asked, "Bai Xiang will come here, but what's the matter?"

Every day, Bai Qingyu would regularly send the processed documents for Zhao Yu to review, and he himself would be busy until five or six o'clock every day, sometimes even seven or eight o'clock late, and only came to see the emperor when he was free. .

Bai Qingyu shook his head: "There is nothing important, I just heard that His Majesty has been painting these few days..."

He saw Zhao Yu's nervous face, as if he was afraid of being blamed by him, so he slowed down his tone: "I just want to come and have a look, I wonder if I can?"

Ever since he realized that he was too harsh on Zhao Yu before, and Bai Qingyu also intended to ease the relationship between them, it seems that the little emperor is still a little afraid of him.

"It's fine, Bai Xiang doesn't need to be polite to me." Knowing that Bai Qingyu didn't come to scold her, Zhao Yu was relieved, "You drink tea first, and I'll go get the painting."

He hid all the previous paintings, and Zhao Yu didn't call the palace servants, so he went to the inner hall to pick up the paintings by himself.

Bai Qingyu waited in the hall for a while, probably the window had not been opened for a day, the room was mixed with the smell of paint and incense, and it smelled a bit stuffy, so Bai Qingyu got up and opened the window.

A gust of evening wind blew into the window, and the smell dissipated a lot immediately, but it also blew off the clothes that had been covered on the shelf by the window.

It turned out to be a painting.

Zhao Yu probably blocked the painting because he didn't want others to see it, and Bai Qingyu didn't intend to look at it, but when he put the clothes back, his eyes inevitably touched it. With just one glance, Bai Qingyu's movements froze.

this painting...

Bai Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the contents of the painting, his first reaction was anger.

Not to Zhao Yu, but to King Ning and his son.

Only the father and son could come up with such a vicious strategy, and the purpose of bringing him such a thing was nothing more than to lead Zhao Yu astray.

But soon Bai Qingyu noticed something strange.

This painting is very different from the paintings commonly seen in the Jin Dynasty, especially the people in the painting are almost exactly the same as real people.

It is exactly the same as Zhao Yu and him.

Although Zhao Ke was stupid, he wasn't crazy, even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing to punish the nine clans.

Bai Qingyu looked at the paints and brushes placed aside.

There is only one possibility.

Turning his eyes to the painting again, the anger in Bai Qingyu's heart slowly disappeared, replaced by a subtle feeling.

Could it be that this child has such thoughts for him?

Bai Qingyu, who realized this, felt neither anger nor rejection, but...

A blush appeared on Bai Qingyu's face as cold as jade, and the tips of his ears turned red.

He abruptly moved his eyes away from the kissing lips of the two, put his clothes on to block the painting, but accidentally touched Zhao Yu's face in the painting with his fingertips.

Knowing that it was just a painting, Bai Qingyu withdrew his hand the moment he touched it, as if he had been scalded, due to the indistinguishable sense of sight from a real person.

Unexpectedly, the soft touch when Zhao Yu pressed his hand that day, and the faint fragrance from him appeared in his mind.

Inexplicably feeling that his throat was a little dry, Bai Qingyu picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp, only to feel that the dryness and heat could be quenched.

The winter is dry, probably because he is too busy with business to drink too much water.

Bai Qingyu frowned and put down the teacup, and poured himself another cup.

"Bai Xiang has been waiting for a long time." Zhao Yu hurried over with a few paintings in his arms. He picked up the paintings over there and still remembered the outer one in his heart. He took a few casually and hurried out in a hurry.

Seeing that Bai Qingyu was sitting beside him drinking tea, and the clothes on the easel hadn't moved at all, he was relieved.

"I drew this in the past few days, how about Bai Xiang?" Zhao Yu put the painting on the table and introduced it enthusiastically.

Bai Qingyu responded in a low voice, withdrew his mind and went to the table to unfold Zhao Yu's paintings. Instead of perfunctory, he looked at each painting carefully.

"How about Bai Xiang?" Zhao Yu asked expectantly. He still had confidence in his painting, but he didn't know if this painting method would suit Dajin's aesthetics.

Bai Qingyu didn't answer immediately, but asked him: "Where did Your Majesty learn this painting technique?"

These paintings are indeed made by the same person as that one.