The emperor and Si Haochen are fighting openly and secretly. No matter what Si Haochen gives, they will probably end up like the pile of ashes-eating imperial gifts in the warehouse - this is too wasteful.

Si Haochen saw Mingruo's beautiful eyes flowing, and he saw that he was making a fool of himself: "What are you thinking?"

Ming Ruo smiled and asked, "Can the prince draw?"

"Yes." Si Haochen answered calmly.

"It is better to draw a painting by your own hand as a birthday gift. The so-called gift is light and affection is heavy." How good is it to give this, it doesn't cost money, and give it some humanistic meaning, so you will definitely give it to it.

With this girl's 'greed for money', the key point is 'light gift'. Si Haochen asked with interest: "What do you think is good to draw?"

"Draw landscapes and then mention the word "Rich and Mountain Picture". What a great meaning." Isn't the highest level of marketing the idea of ​​selling?

"Okay." It's rare for the princess to be willing to worry about the affairs of the mansion, so she needs strong support and encouragement. "Come and help me."

"Okay, I can adjust paint." Ming Ruo learned Chinese painting when he was a child. Although his painting was not very good, he was still good at it.

Ming Ruo adjusted the paint and laid the paper. After a long time of busyness, he finally got it done.

The old god Si Haochen walked to the table on the ground and looked at the paint melted in the white porcelain plate, the brushes arranged in order from small to large, and the rice paper pressed with paperweight. He was very satisfied. He picked up the brush and started painting.

Mingruo stood by, specializing in washing the pen and changing the paint. What surprised Mingruo was that Si Haochen said that he could draw was really not a bragging thing, and his painting skills were not inferior to those of Chinese painting masters.

Si Haochen drew very quickly. Seeing that he had almost finished painting, a drop of ink accidentally fell into the place where it should have been left blank. Just cut it up a little further; if it goes down, it can be made into a rock. But it is like this position that is neither up nor down. Si Haochen threw it aside and drew it again.

Si Haochen drew for a while, and looked up and saw Mingruo put the ink-dyed painting aside and did not throw it away.

"What are you still here to do?" Si Haochen asked with his eyebrows raised.

"I think it can be saved. Except for this drop of ink, everything else is good." Mingruo looked at the painting and thought about it carefully.

Si Haochen didn't order her anymore, so she let her do it.

Mingruo smiled slightly, remembered a poem he liked very much, and took a brush to start to write: The road was uncertain, and the flowers were confused and leaning against the stone suddenly became dark. The bear roared and the dragon roared in the Yin Yanquan, and the deep forest was shocked. The drop of ink just merged into the word "bear", and there was no flaw at all, perfect!

Si Haochen drew a new one, and then looked at the paintings that Mingruo had "saved", and his eyes lit up. This girl is really good. Not only does the words "hide" the ink, but this poem is also good. Looking at the two paintings, it is obviously the first one to be more outstanding. After all, he was already a little impatient when he was painting the second time.

Si Haochen later wrote the three words "Rongshan Map" on this painting, and wrote a few words to congratulate his birthday, and stamped it with a private seal and it will be done.

Later, he moved the paintings that Ming Ruo had saved back to the table and polished them carefully. Not only did he stamp them with a private seal, but he also printed two free seals he liked.

"Can you give this painting to me?" After Si Haochen's modification, this painting is much better than the one given to the emperor.

"No." This was done by them together. It was in the hands of this girl, and they might be sold.

"Stingy." Ming Ruo made a face to Si Haochen.

"Cut all these paints and paper and pens." Si Haochen couldn't stand the messy desk, but he didn't like the servants to touch things in the study.

"Draw it for me, I'll collect it for you." Ming Ruochong Si Haochen reached out.

This is a conditional statement: "You have already cleaned up, and I will draw another picture for you another day."

"I'm all out, and "From the Heart" has no turning back: "Okay."

Mingruo put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and washed all the dishes containing the paint.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it was already evening: "I'm going back."

"Let's leave after dinner." Si Haochen's mouth was faster than his brain. He kept someone for dinner and had to think of an excuse. "Madam Dong made rose cheese, you probably haven't eaten it."

"But..." All the things made by Madam Dong are delicious, but her skills in the palace are poor. She just eats and then leaves, and it becomes dark. Mingruo doesn't like walking at night.

Si Haochen knew what Mingruo was afraid of: "I'll take you back after using the meal."

"Okay." Mingruo nodded happily.

Ming Ruo picked up the book Si Haochen had read before and read it. It was a miscellaneous note about the humanities and geography of Beichi.

Si Haochen opened the window and made several code words at the secret guard outside. The secret guard ran to ask Madam Dong to make rose cheese.

"When opening the window to ventilate, stay away from the window and don't get the cold." A gust of cold wind blew, and Mingruo looked up and saw Si Haochen blowing in front of the window.

"Yes." Si Haochen closed the window and sat next to Mingruo, "You like to read travel notes, miscellaneous notes, and historical books very much."

"I want to know... what the world outside this mansion is like." As a person from another world, she knows too little about the world she lives in now.

Other women read some stories to relieve boredom, and even read few poems. His princess is really special.

After dinner, Si Haochen sent Mingruo back. This time he did not use light skills, so he let Zi Su play lanterns in front. The two walked side by side and met several waves of patrol guards along the way.

"It's quite far away when you walk like this." Si Haochen suddenly said, "How about you moving to Meiyuan?"

Si Haochen was a little funny. He said this and he would be nervous. However, living together can be with him every day, which is so great.

Mingruo did not have the affectionate thoughts of Si Haochen, and said without thinking: "I don't want it, I like my little yard."

Although the bamboo garden is much smaller than the plum garden, you can plant medicinal materials, pick fruits, lotus pods, and Dahong and Dabai. There is only a large plum forest in the plum garden, which is so boring.

"..." What's the best thing about that small dilapidated yard?

With this question, Si Haochen entered Zhuyuan and observed it carefully. Zhuyuan was different from other courtyards in the royal palace, with no pavilions or towers, and no exquisite scenery. Everything was simple and simple, with wild and ignorant spirit.

"Your Majesty, let's warm up." Ji Xue brought the hot tea.

Si Haochen ignored her and went to the study along the bamboo bridge. Si Haochen pushed open the floor-to-ceiling door and walked into the study but did not close the door. Standing there, looking at the palace lanterns under the corridor, the lotus pond next to it, and the extremely simple teahouse...

"Why don't you close the door? Isn't it cold?" Ming Ruo went to the bedroom to change his clothes first. When he heard that Si Haochen was in the study, he came over.

"It's not cold." Si Haochen turned to look at Mingruo. She was wearing homely clothes and under the dim light, she felt a gentle and quiet beauty.
Chapter completed!