"Hey~ Prince Xu..."

Song Yufu held the rouge box and was stunned for a moment before she realized. She hurriedly trotted to Xu Buling, stretching out her hand and feeling anxious:

"What are you doing...I..."

Xu Buling frowned slightly: "Don't like it?"

"I... like it, like..."

Song Yufu's face turned slightly red. She hesitated for a moment, folded her hand back on her waist, looked down at the small rouge box: "But... I don't receive any rewards... I am my daughter's house, how can I accept rouge given by a man? If someone misunderstood..."

Xu Buling walked slowly along the street, his expression as cold as ever: "What is the misunderstanding? I want you to be a princess?"

“…”

Song Yufu pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and murmured: "The prince is a vassal king, and the choice of a princess is the top priority. I was born in a poor family. Even if the prince wants me to be the prince, Su would not agree... Of course, I just said that I don't really want to be the princess, well... I accepted Yanzhi and my close friend and friend, thank you."

Xu Buling nodded: "You know what you are, and you will be relieved of what happened just now. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Song Yufu followed slowly with the rouge box. She wanted to say what she wanted to leave for a few days, but for some reason, she couldn't say this. After thinking about it, she chuckled softly:

"Criminal Xu, my master Xu Danqing is back. He is the painting saint who paints Xuan and Bakui. Do you want to meet me? I can recommend it on my behalf."

The painting saint Xu Danqing is famous for both the world and the world, and the literati and poets. He has been seeing the dragon head but not the tail for many years. Whether it is civil or military, it is naturally a very honorable thing to meet such famous senior masters.

Song Yufu thought Xu Buling would look surprised and asked her to take her over, but she didn't expect Xu Buling to raise her eyebrows:

"Just just a painting person, I don't have that much spare time."

"ah……"

Song Yufu suddenly had a headache. If Xu Buling was not interested in Xu Danqing and did not come to the door, she could not call Xu Danqing to the palace to ask for a meeting. Xu Danqing was her master or a painting saint at all, so she had to give her some face...

Song Yufu thought for a while: "Criminal Xu, Princess Su is also one of the eight masters of Xuanhe. She met Master Xu back then. Master Xu was considered an elder, and she had heard of the prince for a long time. Well... I am friends with the prince, so it is natural to go to see the elders together..."

Xu Buling looked a little helpless and looked at the spring scenery in the city: "Miss Song, such a good weather, don't you ask me to go shopping in spring and take me to visit relatives, is it interesting?"

"Interesting." Song Yufu nodded quickly: "My master is amazing and he is very good at it. It's not too late for us to go for a cup of tea and go shopping. I'll go for a day with the prince."

Xu Buling sighed: "It's up to you." He changed the route to Zhuji Street.

Song Yufu's eyes lit up, and she followed behind with excitement, and secretly looked at her: "Does the prince want to go back and change his clothes?"

Xu Buling frowned slightly, looked down at the snow-white robe on his body: "What, it's not good-looking?"

"No, it looks pretty..." Song Yufu thought for a while: "Well, the white robe with gold embroidered edges is better, just the one with clouds on the clothes..."

Xu Buling's robe was sewn by Mrs. Lu, and it was impossible to throw it away if you wear it. However, the best one was dyed with a lot of ink in the palace and it would definitely not be washed clean for a while. He shook his head and said, "That's it, it's not like going on a blind date."

"Oh...it's OK..." —

In the towering imperial city, the spring breeze swept through the pavilions and towers, and the paper flowers in the peach forest of Lizheng Hall had already withered and replaced by green buds full of vitality. In the garden in Changle Palace, hundreds of flower pots full of chrysanthemums pulled out the tender green spots. Several palace maids walked through it, watering and fertilizing carefully waiting for the day when autumn came.

Shortly after the morning bell rang, the empress dowager opened the gate of the side hall with copper locks. The morning light shone on the smooth floor of the hall and dragged out a delicate and graceful shadow. At the end of the shadow was a huge peony scroll, and the ink traces had dried up, showing a more three-dimensional feeling than the previous few days.

The empress dowager closed the door and walked alone to the huge peony flowers. The table was placed in the center of the hall, with rice paper and brushes on it, and a little man carved from wood. He looked like Xu Buling when he first entered the palace, and even the patterns on his clothes were exactly the same.

The empress dowager stood in front of the painting table, looked at the peony flowers, and then picked up the wood carved by her own hands to look carefully.

There were some bumps on the wooden man. On the day she had just been carved, she had not had time to carefully observe it, but Xu Buling rushed into her bedroom in the middle of the night and got into her bed, touching and snatching her bellyband, basically doing all the bad things.

The Empress Dowager was quite appreciating Xu Buling, but since then the image in her mind collapsed. Apart from the "bold color embryo", she could not find a second adjective. She just felt that she was crazy about carving this sculpture, so she threw the wooden man into the garden.

result……

In fact, I later found out that Xu Buling was not very embarrassed, but was just forced by the knife on his head.

He became famous at a young age, had magical skills and talent, but was locked in a cage and waited for death. No matter how good his character is, he might be crazy. Xu Buling's performance was actually very good, but he was forced to blame him.

Later, Xu Buling came to the door to apologize repeatedly. Although the bellyband had not been returned, Empress Dowager Chengyi saw it. She gave her snacks and rouge and praised her with lip service. She also gave her this painting that she was going to give to Lu Hongluan. The two had nothing to do. What else could they do except apologize to her?

The Queen Mother gently curled the corner of her mouth, raised her finger and flicked the statue's forehead, revealing a little smile.

In fact, after seeing this peony, she was no longer very angry. She just pretended to have been touched by a child a few times, but could not settle the score with others. What else can she do except for her past refusal?

The queen mother put down the wooden man, added water and grinded ink and picked up the brush, and began to copy the scroll on the wall. The painting techniques were different, and it was obviously impossible to copy it. She was just looking for something to do for the boring days in the deep palace.

Step on

After a while, footsteps came from outside the side hall, Qiao'e said softly through the gate:

"The Empress Dowager, at the court meeting just now, the envoy of Northern Qi said that he wanted to compete with the younger generation of Dayue's martial arts. The emperor agreed and set up a stage outside the Tai Chi Palace in a few days. You are the mother of a country, and you may also go over and support it."

For the sake of the queen, the empress dowager would show up in a formality at such large gatherings. The empress dowager absent-mindedly painted the painting and said casually: "I understand."

"Also, Mrs. Lu is here, and the carriage is waiting outside the palace. She asks you to leave the palace, but she doesn't say what she does."

"What are Lu Hongluan doing..."

The queen mother paused her brush, frowned slightly and was confused. She looked up at the peony flowers on the wall, guessing that she might be here to find fault.

However, the empress dowager lived in the deep palace for a long time and was in a transcendent position. She could not even find a quarrel-blaming person. It was a matter for others to come to her. No matter how good or bad it was, it was better than staying in the palace and getting moldy.

The empress dowager thought a little, then put down her brush, returned to the dormitory and dressed in a gorgeous and charming manner, then she looked like she was quarreling and stayed with her to the end, and led Qiao'e out of the palace gate together... ——
Chapter completed!