Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

Xiao Di had to leave the next day. Xu Fengjin woke up early in the morning and didn't see Zhao Yu. He touched the bed as if he had left for a long time. Now that he moved to the outer house, it was not convenient for Cen Ling to come in to serve him. Fortunately, Xu Fengjin didn't really treat him as a slave. , Let him find some things to do at will, and get up and dress and wash by himself these two days.

Cen Ling was helping Cheng Qiao prepare breakfast together, still white rice porridge, jade dishes, Xu Fengjin came out of the inner room smelling the fragrance, and bumped into Prince Zhao who was about to enter the door, Zhao Yu rubbed his brows and seemed a little tired, Xu Fengjin asked: "My lord didn't sleep well last night?"

Zhao Yu yawned and looked down at him: "The concubine pressed her whole body on me last night, and she didn't move at all. How can I sleep well?"

Xu Fengjin recalled last night, and said with a smirk, "If the lord didn't insist on me teaching you how to kiss, how could I not get up on top of you? I still blame the lord for teasing me first."

Zhao Yuben came to ask him to eat, so they went to the flower hall together, and said: "Why is it my fault that the princess sticks to me?"

Xu Fengjin said: "I like the lord so much, so naturally I can't resist the lord's flirtatiousness. It's human nature to be involuntary."

Zhao Yu casually helped him move out the round stool, heard him talking nonsense, and corrected him: "Isn't it the princess who came to tease the king first?"

Xu Fengjin sat down and brought the porridge in front of him: "Obviously the prince came to tease me first." The two talked about this meaningless matter for a while, and waited for Cheng Qiao to come in and put the freshly baked steamed glutinous rice cake on the table. It was at the table that Xu Fengjin's eloquent mouth was blocked.

After dinner, Xu Fengjin went to the backyard, released the dancer who had been guarded by guards last night, and personally delivered it to Xiao Di's float parked at the gate. Xiao Shizi had already packed his luggage, and said goodbye to the two of them with a horse. It's been a few years since we met again, Xu Fengjin walked down the steps and said to Xiao Di: "I said that day that I want to be friends with the son, I wonder if the son will show me the face today and accept me?"

Xiao Di glanced at his entourage, got on his horse, and raised his eyebrows: "I will remember the princess's heart. If you have the opportunity to go to Dongzhu in the future, you will never neglect."

Prince Xiao came and went in a hurry for a few days, but nothing splashed out. Xu Fengjin took Zhao Yu's hand and went back to the outer house, asking him, "Why does that Prime Minister Feng always give you gifts? It was planted last time, why? Do you want to send it this time?"

Zhao Yu took him to the study and said, "I'm afraid this time I won't give it away."

Xu Fengjin asked, "That's it?"

Zhao Yu stopped in his tracks and asked him, "Why did the concubine lock up the dancing girl? Why don't you let her dance and then find a reason to send her away?"

"Of course not." Xu Fengjin said, "With me by your side, how can it be possible for others to have the slightest chance to seduce you?"

Zhao Yu's eyes were confused, thinking of how arrogant and gentle he should be when facing the dancing girl, "The princess is so domineering? You are only allowed to set fires yourself, and no one else is allowed to light lamps?"

Xu Fengjin grinned: "Other things can be discussed, but Yu Lang is the person I like, and others just can't peep at it."

Zhao Yu squeezed his face, and asked him to stand opposite the desk. Xu Fengjin didn't know why, seeing Zhao Yu picking up the pen and ink as if he was about to paint, he looked forward to it for a moment, and hurriedly said, "How should I stand? What pose looks good? Can't you move?" As he spoke, he unfolded the folding fan and stood sideways, and fanned it twice.

Zhao Yu dipped his pen, looked at him looking excitedly like a three-year-old child going to the street to buy candy, and nodded: "That's good."

Xu Fengjin straightened up his chest immediately and remained motionless. Painting is a meticulous job. He wanted to stretch his neck to take a sneak peek from time to time, but he was afraid of delaying Zhao Yu, so he had to roll his eyes to imagine how Zhao Yu would paint himself. No matter how bad it is, it will not be uglier than his own pair of paper kites. I thought I would stand forever, and in less than half a stick of incense, Zhao Yu said: "Princess, come and see, does it look like you?"

Xu Fengjin was astonished, and secretly flaunted: As expected of my husband, the pen is like a snake, and the pen is like the wind. He can draw portraits in such a short time, which is rare in the world.He walked up to him with great anticipation, and then looked down at the drawing paper, and the smile froze on his face.

There is nothing wrong with it, the lines are indeed free and easy, lifelike, but...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Zhao Yu laughed out loud seeing Xu Fengjin stunned, and asked him, "Is there something wrong with this king's drawing?"

Xu Fengjin came back to his senses, hummed and said angrily, "My lord, why are you teasing me again! Which family is this when a fox becomes a spirit and can even shake a fan with his paws?"

Zhao Yu said: "Naturally, there is a little fox raised in this palace."

Xu Fengjin refused to accept it, and took the brush with high spirits as if to compete. He didn't understand the elegant paintings of Yangchun Baixue, but he was still able to draw a turtle at his fingertips. The wonderful but pretty fox with simple brush strokes is exposed, and it has already been ink-stained on the picture. Xu Fengjin was about to write, but after seeing it clearly, he quickly put it away, and was stunned again, dumbfounded: "This...is ..."

Zhao Yu calmly took the pen in his hand: "This is the concubine from last night, on the flower moon drum, Yanye Chunshan."

Xu Fengjin raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and murmured, "When did the prince paint it?"

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Zhao Yu tapped the tip of his pen on his nose, and drew a few beards on his face: "Last night, the princess couldn't sleep because of the disturbance, so I had to get up and draw and meditate." He blamed him very innocently : "This king doesn't understand anything. The princess teased me, but she fell asleep regardless of herself, leaving me to suffer unbearably. Is this the responsibility that the princess should bear to this king?"

Xu Fengjin felt that he was wrong, raised his hand to hook Lord Zhao's neck, pressed against his nose bridge, and said: "This is my fault, can you forgive me once?"

Zhao Yu was magnanimous, and poked his forehead with a smile: "It depends on what the princess does."

The two were talking, Cheng Qiao came in hurriedly, saw that they were hugging each other, hurriedly stepped back, and muttered to himself: Why is Xiao Shizi gone and still acting?He knocked on the door again and said, "My lord."

Zhao Yu turned around and asked, "What?"

Cheng Qiao saw clearly that Zhao Yu's nose was dark, she was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "There is news from the palace that the imperial concubine will return to Beijing in three days."

Zhao Yu responded and told him to bring a basin of clear water. Xu Fengjin couldn't care less about the ink all over his face, and couldn't move his eyes from staring at the painting. He liked it no matter how he looked at it. He wished he could hang it on the wall immediately, but he didn't dare to touch it easily. , Afraid that if he was not careful, he would get dirty and ruined, Zhao Yu also helped him mention the name, which was Lin'an Xu Fengjin, and he said anxiously: "My lord, there is nothing left and right, why don't you accompany me to the street to frame the painting?" As he spoke, he was about to pull the man away, Zhao Yu saw him yelling anxiously, and said with a smile: "Princess, don't worry, wash your face before you go."