I am the soul behind the villain [Quick Transmigration]

On the afternoon of that day, the ministers received the imperial edicts from the palace one after another. On the second day, with mixed emotions of guilt and excitement, the ministers went to court as scheduled.

They thought about what to say when they faced Shen Wang, and even listed a few paragraphs to express their apology, but what they never expected was that Prince Gong Shen Wang, who had never been absent from work in the past few years, actually handed over the booklet this time. , said sick at home.

Prime Minister He was frightened, and he has been bedridden since that day. There were no two principals in the hall for a while, and people were panic-stricken, and the noisy and eager discussions never stopped.

The little emperor looked at His Highness coldly from the dragon chair, but after a moment, he laughed at himself.

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Finally, the last stroke was drawn, the painter rubbed his sweaty palm, hesitating, but he did not put down the pen, and whispered: "My lord, the painting is finished."

"Really? Let me see."

Shen Wang had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Hearing this, he quickly stepped up, took the painting, frowned, and slapped it on the table: "Look at what you painted? You painted it several times in succession. Such an ugly look!"

The cold sweat on the forehead immediately came down, the painter said: "The villain will change again?"

As soon as Shen Du came up, he asked them to draw a fairy, but they had never seen a fairy.Prince Gong's mansion recruited so many painters, only because he had the honor to paint the portraits of the four beauties of Nanjiang, he knew what the most beautiful people generally looked like, and then filled in a little according to Shen Wang's description, so he was retained.

It was a long-established appearance, but after seeing it a few times, Shen Wang suddenly changed his mind, saying that it is more beautiful than this.

Shen Wang looked determined, and the painter also believed that the gods must be the appearance of heaven and man.

However, if even this is not considered beautiful, then what kind of beauty should a fairy be?

I don’t know how many times I changed it after that, but still couldn’t satisfy Shen Wang, the artist wanted to cry immediately, it was the first time in his life that he felt that he was at the end of his rope.

He asked someone to repaint it a few times, Shen Zhuan's brows were furrowed into a ball, in the end he really lost his patience, he waved the artist aside, and rolled up his sleeves to fight in person.

It's been too long to write.

After he got sick, Shen Wang put down his spear and sword, and picked up calligraphy and painting as self-cultivation.His painting skills can't be called superb, and he only paints when he gets excited occasionally, and he never thought that there would be a day when he could look at the blank paper but couldn't draw anything.

Holding the paintbrush in deep thought, a force suddenly envelops Shen Wang's hand holding the brush, the tip of the brush evens out the ink, and then draws on the drawing paper.

Shen Zhu raised his brows slightly, without stopping, and looked expectantly.

The body of the person in the painting was drawn first, followed by the shoulder-length jet-black hair, sharp eyebrows, Toyoro's face... The more Shen Wang looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

After Jiang Yi finished painting, he picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully. The helplessness between his brows gradually melted like ice on the lake in spring.

The painter and the attendant serving the pen and ink couldn't hold back their curiosity, and took a sneaky look at it.

The one painted on that painting is clearly Shen Wang, but his clothes are not the brocade clothes with bamboo leaf pattern trimming that he is wearing now, but rather casual ones.

The person in the painting propped up his jaw with one hand, his expression was a little lazy, but he seemed to have found some interesting gadgets, he raised his other hand high, and looked carefully, the interest in his eyes could be conveyed through the portrait Extremely sharp.

Generally speaking, Shen Wang would only dress casually like this when he was alone in the inner room, even Shen Er would only see him when he was serving others.

What the artist noticed was the details in the painting.

The hand supporting the jaw was not fully clenched into a fist, but slightly loosened, appearing casual and natural.The chin is slightly raised, neither high nor low, and the eyes are facing the small utensils.The arc of the long hair hanging down is just right, and even the folds that were piled up when the sleeves slid down to the bottom were not copied from the template.

To this point of detail, how many times does it take careful observation to show it as it is?

Thinking about it suddenly, it was rumored that the gods favored Prince Gong to the extreme, but now it seems that not only did they not cheat, they even went too far.

Shen Wang looked it over and over several times, very satisfied, but pretended to be puzzled: "Little Immortal, what I want is your portrait, why are you painting me?"

Jiang Yi: "..."

"Looking at the dress in this painting, it's a little strange... I remember, a few days ago, I seemed to wear it after taking a bath. Well, I didn't notice it when I looked at the front of the dress so open. Or little god, you are more careful."

Jiang Yi: "......"

The pen in mid-air suddenly rested on the table, and rolled along the drawing paper several times, without any movement.

Painter, Shen Er: "...!!" The prince, stop talking!

Shen Wang smiled slightly, and asked Shen Er to take a picture scroll.

Framed and inlaid by hand, cut the mounting material, and carefully moved the scroll to a separate place for storage.

It has been many years, and this is the first time Shen Er has seen such tenderness on the prince's face.

Gently stroking the empty space with palms, Shen Wang waved at the two of them: "You guys go down first."

The two left in response.

Waiting for the ink to dry, Shen Wang took another blank drawing paper, pressed the corners with a paperweight, raised his hand to pick up the ink, focused on the brush in his hand, and started to paint.

First is the outline, the body is elongated, but it does not make people feel that it is taller than the head, and it is slightly thin. It should be just right for hugging or hugging.

The smooth black hair was simply tied loosely with a long rope and draped down to the shoulders. Shen Wang had many times to bury his head in it and take a deep breath of the elegant and light fragrance.

He painted only two portraits in total, both of which are different.

One is Jiang Yi's appearance as a scholar without eyes, and the other is Jiang Yi's real body. The body is drawn smoothly, but when it is time to outline the face, it stops suddenly.

After a long time, Shen Wang still put down his pen.

"I'll send you off later."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand to remove the drawing paper, but the two drawing papers floated into the air without any wind, as if they were held by someone, they disappeared in an instant.

Shen Wan: "..."

Dazed for a while, Shen Wang blinked, smiled to himself, and took out a few more sheets of drawing paper, depicting the desert scenery, green forests and mountains and rivers in his impression.

I don't know who told him about these places, but ever since Governor Shen Wang, it has become his obsession to look outside the high palace walls.

He has been to every place he wanted to go, either alone or accompanied by escorts, but no matter what kind, Shen Wang's heart was not satisfied, no matter how beautiful the scenery was in his eyes, it seemed to be lacking. Like something.

Who should have gone to see it.

"Little God, do you like the desert?"

"Ah."

"After a while, everything will be settled. I'll take you to have a look, how about it?"

Jiang Yi said: "Okay."

Shen Wang said that the solution is the real solution. On that day, more than a dozen secret letters were sent by Prince Gong's mansion, and they rushed to the troubled area. In just one month, they were all suppressed by the local officers and soldiers. Awaiting detention pending trial.Afterwards, Shen Wang wrote a book again, asking the emperor to send the capital censor Chengqian to be the governor, from Xilin|Wu'an, to Beiye in the Eastern District, to patrol the places, to support the soldiers and civilians in the town, and within three months, the last grievances from the people have subsided.

At the same time, good news came from the border. Old General Tang defeated the Xiongnu, severely wounded the main general, captured two lieutenants, and beheaded 10 Xiongnu at a loss of [-] men!

When the news reached the capital, the people rushed to tell each other, and the court and the middle were also beaming with joy.

Shen Wang, who was at home with Xianfu, had received a condolence letter from General Tang a few days ago, and had already known about it, so it was expected.

In addition, General Tang also expressed his gratitude to Shen Wang in the letter. If Shen Wang hadn't supported him in the court, he would not have been able to take advantage of the abundance of food and grass to fight against the Huns for several months, let alone meet the Xiongnu. The enemy's fatigue came and took the opportunity to win in one fell swoop.

Seeing that Shen Wang read the letter to the end, his brows and eyes were relaxed, he thought he was in a good mood, and Jiang Yi, who was happy for Shen Wang, also raised the corners of his lips.

Shen Wang put down the letter and said with a smile: "We will be able to go to the desert in some time."

"it is good."

"After going to the desert, you might as well go to Taibai Mountain for a walk. It is said that snow will fall in winter, and then the spruce trees will be covered with frost. The surroundings are as white as goose feathers. It must be extremely beautiful."

Jiang Yi's answer was the same as before, with a serious but not perfunctory hum.

The next day was still sunny and sunny, with endless white clouds, the sun was scorching the earth hotly, the green leaves were wilting, cats and dogs were unwilling to stay outside, and the people walking outside were sweating Straight down the cheeks trickle down.

Following the good news at the border, the news of the worsening drought in Yenan area also spread to Yangcheng, Kyoto.

The former can still be determined by people, while the latter is a natural disaster, even Prince Gong Shen Wang can't do anything about it.

It’s fine if it’s just one place, the key is not only Yenan, but also the Jinhe flood, Wuhuan locust disaster, Longchuan snow damage...

If the disaster continues like this, not to mention that there will be no harvest in the fields this year, the harvest in the coming year will also be affected. At that time, taxes will also turn into heavy stones and weigh on everyone's hearts. From now on.

The atmosphere of the whole court seemed to turn from high to low suddenly, Shen Wang looked at the report that the little emperor asked someone to present, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face was gloomy.

Disasters happen every year, but never have they been as severe or as numerous as this year.

A courtier showed hesitation, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have a proposal."

"Aiqing, let's talk."

Since Prince Gong returned to the court, the crowd has settled down, and the little emperor has no choice but to recognize his own ability, whether it is a small fudao or a marionette, I just hope that Shen Wang will not ask to resign and leave.

He knew in his heart that the other party would be disgusted by the intrigues in court, if he really planned to leave, he would be mercilessly thrown aside by Shen Wang, no one could stop him, no matter what the country's righteousness, no blood relatives.

In addition, Prime Minister He didn't get any better at all. Once Shen Huang left, he might not be able to find a trustworthy person from the court. Whenever he thought of this possibility, the little emperor felt panicked and dared not touch Shen Huang again. delusional brow.

"Drought is not like flood, you just have to make it rain."

The officials were speechless, and some even sneered directly: "It's nonsense, who doesn't know that it's enough to let it rain? That's up to us!"

The little emperor thought he had something to do, he sighed, and lost interest in listening.

But the courtier paused for a moment, turned around, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down on his knees, spread out his palms, and saluted Shen Wang with a heavy salute.

"My lord, it's true that mortals can't do it, but gods can."

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The place names in this article are all edited.

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