"Miss Zhen said, I'm full."
After eating... The prince had a meal, his Adam's apple rolled up, his dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and he pointed at the soup bowl.
Feng Youxi hurriedly filled up half a cup of old hen soup. The prince took the silver spoon and took a sip. Seeing that the young eunuch hadn't left, he asked again: "What else did she say? She said it all."
The little eunuch listened to the prince's gentle voice, and his tense shoulders relaxed, and he said crisply: "Your Highness, Miss Zhen said that the day after tomorrow is her mother's birthday, and she hopes that your Highness will allow her to return to Beijing tomorrow to celebrate Mrs. Zhen's birthday."
Bang, the silver spoon was thrown into the soup bowl.
The prince's always gentle face was expressionless.
The dining hall was suddenly silent.
The little eunuch who replied was trembling with fear, a drop of cold sweat falling from his forehead.
Feng Youxi winked, who could he blame? It's not that His Highness the Crown Prince bullied people so much that he was frightened.
After a while, the prince's lips curled up into a smile: "If you go and reply, just say that Gu understands her thoughts about her mother, but she is Gu's savior, and Gu is even more worried about her health. In the future, Gu will send someone back to Beijing to pick up Mrs. Zhen." Come to the palace and celebrate Madam’s birthday with her.”
"Yes, Your Highness." The little eunuch retreated to the door of the dining hall, turned around and ran towards the opposite bedroom where Zhen Qingyin lived.
After a while, Zhen Qingyin listened to the little eunuch's reply. She said calmly and with a smile: "Tell the prince that I am grateful to the prince for his generosity. Du Ruo, give me a reward."
Du Ruo stuffed the little eunuch with two golden melon seeds.
The little eunuch said with a smile on his face after the disaster: "Thank you Miss Zhen for the reward!"
Shout loudly.
Zhen Qingyin smiled, lowered her head and continued painting.
After she woke up, she began to adjust the colors. It took her more than half an hour to adjust the colors to the golden light she saw outside her mother's window the day before the spring hunting trip.
People's memory of colors is somewhat biased, and there should be color differences, but it just depends on what you think.
She did not paint the Buddha statue painted by her mother, but the peonies under the sunset.
In her previous life, Zhen Qingyin's parents were both painters. Her mother had her own studio and was a part-time teacher in the art major at the university, earning the title of associate professor.
Therefore, although her father passed away early, her family was still well-off since she was a child. Her mother wanted to train her to inherit her parents' legacy, but unfortunately she did not have the talent.
She began to be exposed to famous works at the age of one, and formally started to learn painting at the age of three. She studied ink painting, oil painting, impressionism, abstraction, etc. for eight years. Let her learn what she likes.
Zhen Qingyin, like her peers around her, went through various interests, and finally discovered that she was born with no artistic talent. She only learned a superficial knowledge of everything, and she lost interest when she first started.
As an adult, she came into contact with painting again, but it was at the psychiatrist's office.
At that time, she had nightmares every night and was in a very bad mental state. Dong Susu held her and cried bitterly, begging and pulling her, and finally dragged her to a psychiatrist.
She doesn't want to talk to a psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist sighed and said, "You are very defensive."
Zhen Qingyin spoke up this time: "I think the so-called psychological treatment is to treat a person psychologically. If a kitchen knife cuts a finger, the wound will heal and there will be no more pain. But if a person has his limb amputated, it will be more serious. My head is broken, how can such a big scar be healed? How can it stop existing?"
The psychiatrist was speechless by her.
She knew she was sick, so seriously ill that she had no love left.
But her mother committed suicide in front of her. She loved her but also blamed her. She was determined not to be a deserter or a coward like her.
She secretly vowed that she would never commit suicide.
She wanted to cooperate with the treatment, but every time words came to her lips, she found that she had nothing to say.
When she was most seriously ill, the world in her eyes lost color and turned into black and white. She often imagined that she was a giant panda.
When she went to the zoo to see giant pandas, she felt that she had exchanged souls with the giant pandas. She was the giant panda trapped in the small glass room, and the giant panda stood outside the glass room watching her.
When the psychiatrist learned that she could draw, he said, "If you don't want to communicate through words, you can communicate through drawing."
She actively cooperated and spent two hours painting a picture using only black and white.
When she was finished, she couldn't even understand what she had drawn.
But the psychiatrist analyzed her clearly and looked at her with pity: "There are still beautiful people and things in the world. You should fall in love. Believe me, there will always be someone worthy of your nostalgia."
Zhen Qingyin only felt that her heart was cut in half, exposed to the sun, and allowed to be commented by passers-by, dripping with blood.
She sneered, turned the photo frame in front of him on the table, pointed at the happy husband, wife and daughter in the photo, and retorted sharply: "The beauty in the world is that you love your wife and daughter with words, but mess with your secretary secretly. Do it?"
The psychiatrist's face changed drastically: "You, when did you see it? Where was it?"
He never had office romances, and he never had affairs in the office.
"I'm just investigating you." Zhen Qingyin said lightly, then stood up and left, leaving the mess to the psychiatrist.
Because of this, the psychiatrist cooperated with her and told Dong Susu that she had been cured...
Zhen Qingyin drove that terrible psychiatrist out of her mind, dipped her brush in ink, and wrote steadily, each stroke smooth and natural.
Soon, she finished painting the peonies and began to outline the golden light that slanted down.
Du Ruo stood aside, holding his breath and concentrating, his eyes full of wonder.
She didn't know how to draw, but she just felt that Zhen Qingyin looked so awesome at this moment, as good as a master.
She didn't stop writing until the end of Xu Shi.
Du Ruo brought the hot water and said distressedly: "Is the girl tired? His Royal Highness has sent people here several times to urge the girl to go to bed early. It's cold at night, and she's afraid that the girl will be tired and exposed to the wind."
Zhen Qingyin washed her hands with warm water, flicked the water droplets with her fingertips, took out a handkerchief and wiped them dry, without looking at the painting again: "I'm going to sleep now."
"The girl didn't have anything to eat for dinner. His Highness the Crown Prince ordered the kitchen to keep Bazhen Chicken Soup and Lotus Seeds and Bird's Nest Soup simmering. Why don't you have a midnight snack before going to bed?"
Zhen Qingyin glanced at her: "That's fine."
Du Ruoshi felt that he had mentioned the prince too much and quickly shut his mouth.
The maids brought chicken soup and bird's nest soup.
Zhen Qingyin stood for a long time, her legs were cold, and she ate a cup of hot bird's nest soup. The heat was transferred from her stomach to her limbs, and her whole body felt warm. She put down the jade cup with satisfaction, and gave Du Ruo some instructions. After talking for about ten After a few minutes, I rinsed my mouth and went to sleep.
Du Ruo carefully pressed the painting with a paperweight, looked around and found nothing missing, then asked someone to put out the candle.
Seeing the lights on the opposite side dim, the prince closed the memorial and pinched his eyebrows: "Feng Youxi, turn off the lights."
What are you painting?
I didn't sleep until this point in my work.
The prince had another dream that night.
He dreamed of a charming and charming woman standing in front of the window painting, and drew a ferocious black dragon. Finally, he added the dragon's eyes, and the black dragon came to life, roared and flew out of the painting, clinging to the woman in a circle. A circle of restraint, until the delicate and crying woman begging for mercy is swallowed into the belly...
