Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Concubine Di patted Defang, "Don't teach Linger badly, if you recruit a son-in-law in the future, you won't be angry all day long."

"Angry? Madame, that's a wrong word." Defang touched Weiling's head and said with a smile, "My Ling'er is so obedient. Whoever marries our daughter will not be enraged, but a blessing."

"Father, then he should like to hear what I say, right?"

"Yes! If he dares not to listen, the father will teach him a lesson!"

"My lord!" Concubine Di Lala Defang, "If you are like this, who dares to be a son-in-law? You are not allowed to teach Ling'er like this, otherwise the concubine will ignore the lord."

"Hey..." Defang looked at Weiling with an aggrieved expression, "Ling'er, you see, the father is the one who suffers all day long, and he can't refute it, otherwise it will be hard to go back to the dormitory."

"My lord!"

"Okay, okay." Defang quickly picked up the tea bowl, "Madam, please drink some tea, calm down."

Concubine Di took the teacup angrily and with a smile, Defang turned around and said, "Baili, go to the carriage and get the pen, ink and paper."

"The little one is taking it." Baili brought a not-so-big long box from the side of the pavilion, "My lord, empress, please sit down a little while the little one and Ke'er clear the table."

Ke'er put the tea bowl and fruit plate on the crossbar beside the pavilion, Baili spread the paper with a paperweight, placed several brushes of different sizes, and put the cinnabar and green mallow for painting, as well as the precious gold powder and musk ink, Baili ran out of the pavilion and poured water from the lake into the porcelain tube for washing pens, then lit incense on the small copper stove, took a wet towel and cupped his hands and said, "My lord, everything is ready."

Defang wiped her hands, retracted her cuffs slightly, took a pen and ink, raised her head to look at the mountain scenery in front of her, and swiped the brush. Weiling stood aside and watched, and then ran to Concubine Di, "Mother, the father draws it." very nice."

"That's right, your father's painting is one of the best in the capital, the emperor and the ministers are all full of praise."

"The queen mother, the father is capable of writing and martial arts. He is good at chess, and the paintings are beautiful. He helps the emperor's grandfather to govern the country and punish traitors. He can also lead the army to repel the enemy. Everyone says that the father is benevolent, loyal and brave, virtuous and filial. The child thinks that the father is really powerful. "

Hearing this, Defang laughed, Concubine Di nodded Weiling's nose, "This child is getting better at talking, I hope your father is happy."

"Mother, it's not that the child can talk, but the father is so good."

Defang turned her head to look at Weiling, "It's really not in vain to love my little princess, my father's heart is warm, dear Linger."

Wei Ling said with a smile, "The emperor's grandfather named his father the eight virtuous kings, so the father alone is more powerful than eight people."

"Hahaha" De Fang laughed loudly, "Well said, my father is really happy, come here quickly, let my father kiss you."

Weiling ran over to support Defang's head and kissed Defang's cheek first, "Let's still kiss her father."

"Well, father is really happy and wants to drink two cups, hahaha"

"My lord," Concubine Di said, "Look at your beautiful father and daughter, don't you care about your courtiers and concubines, and don't draw Danqing anymore?"

"How can you ignore Madam, Ling'er, hurry up and accompany your mother, after the father finished painting the mountain scene, we will have lunch, and then the father should drink a few glasses of good wine."

Wei Ling ran over and hugged Concubine Di and kissed her, "The baby also kisses the mother's queen."

"Naughty" Concubine Di smiled, "Does Ling'er know why your father was named the Eight Sage Kings?"

"I don't know" Wei Ling shook her head

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