Jiang Xinyue lowered her head and smiled shyly, but complained in her heart: Nonsense, it is a recognized fact that I am beautiful, do you need you to be here?
It’s great that Cheng agreed, and the butterflies would dance around her!
Emperor Xuanwu touched his nose with some guilt. In the past two days, Liu Yingying and Cheng Yingying from Xuan Chuxiu Palace played the music several times, but he didn't know if Yue'er was angry or not.
But Cheng Cheng's father, together with Jiang Yanxi, found evidence that several officials under the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi had committed corruption and took bribes, and took human life lightly.
According to the letter Jiang Yanxi wrote back, it was thanks to Mr. Cheng's repeated risk-of-life rescue efforts that Jiang Yanxi was able to successfully return to Beijing.
If Cheng Shiting is really a good official who serves the country and the people, the court must also reuse him.
"Thank you, painter, for painting me and the imperial concubine!"
Cheng agreed to this, but the emperor had not yet thought about how to speak. Deep down in his heart, he still had the unruly nature of an emperor. He felt that he was the king of a country and did not need to look at other people's faces in everything.
Even if that person is the one he loves deeply.
Jiang Xinyue once said that she could accept that Emperor Xuanwu's body did not entirely belong to her, but she must be the only one in her heart.
He didn't hear much else, but he remembered this sentence better than anything else.
Xie Chenghui's delicate brows furrowed as he painted. A good painter can feel the emotions of flowers, birds, insects and fish, and naturally he can feel the emotions of people.
Why does he feel that... there is a pseudo-intimate feeling between the emperor and the imperial concubine that seems to be in harmony but is mysteriously separate?
Did he make a mistake by taking too much trouble in painting?
"Thank you, painter?"
Emperor Xuanwu was keenly aware of his pause: "What's wrong?"
Xie Chenghui immediately came to his senses and quickly apologized: "I just painted a portrait of the Emperor and Empress Xiaoxian Xuanwen, and I am a little tired. Please forgive me for my sins."
The emperor paused: "I am not thinking well, so I should let you take a rest. That's it for today. Thank you, the painter, for coming back tomorrow to paint the portraits of me and the imperial concubine!"
Xie Chenghui didn't look at Jiang Xinyue for half an eye, lowered his head and stepped back respectfully.
The picture of the emperor and the imperial concubine entering the painting, which was only partially opened, was hung in the most conspicuous position of Chengqian Palace.
Jiang Xinyue turned to look at the emperor. The emperor hugged her from behind and rested his chin on the top of her head: "I sent people to send the portraits of me and the queen to the Ancestral Temple, and the queen's tablet is also enshrined in the Ancestral Temple."
He is the emperor of the world, and it is natural for him to enjoy the incense of the world, and it is not taboo.
But isn’t the imperial concubine’s golden crown a bit too sharp?
It hurt his jaw.
Seeing Jiang Xinyue's puzzled look, Emperor Xuanwu pointed to the wall where their portraits were hung and said, "I asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to come over and frame them specially. It can just be used to frame our portraits. I want to put them at the end." In a conspicuous position, keep an eye on it all the time.”
how?
When you and Cheng promised to be together, do you want me, a pure little girl, to watch you?
Jiang Xinyue changed the topic and looked at the lines drawn by Xie Chenghui: "Is the painter Xie really good? Why can't I see it?"
Just two or three strokes, what can you tell?
oh!
It can be seen that Painter Xie is indeed very good-looking. No wonder Concubine Yu paid special attention to the clothes he wore during the funeral ceremony of the Queen.
I don’t know if he said they’d kissed him or not. I’d like to investigate his character and find out if he’s in good condition in all aspects, then I can find a partner for my sister.
She remembered that Jiang Xinyan was already fifteen this year, and she was old enough to propose marriage.
Emperor Xuanwu just thought she was curious about why he used Xie Chenghui so much, and patted her little... head with the imperial concubine's big golden crown. It was inconvenient to pat her head, so he patted Jiang Xinyue's little face instead: "Painter Xie is the legitimate son of Xie Bing, a first-rank scholar in the Hanlin Academy. He has been known as a child prodigy since he was a child. If he hadn't been traveling abroad all the year round and obsessed with painting, I would have wanted to betroth the princess to him."
The eldest princess is twelve years old this year. Princesses in the royal family get engaged early. It is common for them to settle the marriage first and then get married later.
It turned out that Emperor Xuanwu had always regarded Painter Xie as his son-in-law.
No wonder the more I watch it, the more I like it.
"Why didn't the emperor let the eldest princess marry him later?"
"Everything must be done in moderation. If you like anything to the extreme, it will hurt yourself. He is obsessed with painting and will ignore Yu'er's feelings. My daughter is a princess and has never been wronged in the palace. I will not allow her to get married. Suck it up."
After Jiang Xinyue heard this, she smiled and said, "The emperor is really a good father."
It's not a compliment, it's sincere.
But there is a sentence here that makes Jiang Xinyue suddenly alert. The emperor said: If you like anything to the extreme, it will hurt yourself.
He is too sober, and he clearly knows that even if he likes or loves someone, he must have reservations and cannot reveal his true feelings 100%.
He still had reservations about her.
Such a sober emperor is just playing love games with her, but may not really love her.
Perhaps Emperor Xuanwu was also very conflicted. He wanted to love her, but he always reminded himself that he could not love her to the point of losing himself.
If things don't meet your expectations, you can't look for the reasons in yourself. You have to think about other people's problems.
It's all because the Dog Emperor is too defensive. Her plan to attack the enemy was only more than half successful.
She just blurted out what she felt, and Emperor Xuanwu, who didn't know which of his words was wrong, let go of her: "I have finished approving today's memorials. There are a few new albizia and roses blooming in the imperial garden. Yue'er and I have Let’s go for a walk together?”
The emperor sent her a date request, and Jiang Xinyue, who would never give up until she achieved her goal, of course agreed.
The Royal Garden has been extremely beautiful recently, not only the flowers, but also the pretty little beauties competing with the flowers.
Jiang Xinyue turned back to Magpie and said, "Go back to the palace and ask Aunt Xiang to take the Sixth Prince out to breathe some fresh air."
If the emperor was not around, Jiang Xinyue would not have brought out such a small baby.
If you don't keep it all, you will encounter a few who can't carry it clearly, and they will punch the old master to death.
Since the Sixth Prince cannot be guaranteed to be safe, it would be safer to keep him in Hexi Palace.
The emperor is here today, so I’m not afraid.
Whoever is not afraid of death dares to attack the Sixth Prince, unless her entire family is in danger.
Aunt Xiang quickly brought Nanny Lu and the Sixth Prince to Chengqian Palace. As soon as Emperor Xuanwu saw that his favorite little prince was getting whiter and cuter, he couldn't help but take the child into his hands.
The scene of a family of three walking to the Royal Garden looks very warm and harmonious.
Hidden under this calmness are the colorful fights among the concubines in the harem.
"Cheng Nianhe, the emperor likes me. What's the use of playing the piano here all day to attract butterflies? If you don't leave, I'll smash your piano."
The woman's angry voice sounded slightly familiar.
