The prince sleeps thousands of times: The sturdy and spoiled concubine is busy chasing her husband

Chapter 60
She is his own, and after the end, he will propose marriage to his father.The prince looked at He Lanshan without blinking.

This caused He Rouling's great dissatisfaction, the handkerchief was torn out of shape in his hand, why, why can that bitch be so dazzling?Why can that bitch attract everyone's attention?She won't let her go.If it weren't for maintaining a virtuous posture, I'm afraid she would let go tear her face apart.

About two sticks of incense time, both of them completed the painting.

"It's wonderful!" Yi Qianyu, who was closer to He Lanshan, couldn't help but praised after watching it.He Lanshan is like that beautiful plum blossom, Ling Han is proud and unyielding, which fits her personality very well.

"Really, present all the paintings and show them to me." The emperor couldn't help but look forward to hearing Yi Qianyu's appreciation.

Soon, the two eunuchs presented the painting to the emperor.Seeing the two paintings, one can tell which one He Lanshan painted at a glance. "Miss He painted a plum picture?" The emperor's tone was not a question but affirmation.

"The emperor has good eyesight, that's right." He Lanshan stood alone in a white dress, giving off a sense of aloofness, elegance and freshness.

"The shadows are sloping and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk."

"It really is wonderful. Su'er's painting is still a bit worse than yours!" The emperor expressed his opinion impartially and impartially.

"Su'er will work hard in the future." Yi Qiansu was not angry when she heard the emperor's comment, only admired.After several competitions, her resentment towards He Lanshan has turned into admiration.

"En. Take it down and let all the lovers see it!" The emperor gave Yi Qiansu a benevolent smile, which seemed to comfort and praise.

I saw that He Lanshan drew a picture of wintersweet.The number nine is cold, the ground is freezing and the weather is cold.

The plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow are so bright.Everyone seemed to smell the fresh fragrance, which was refreshing.

The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricious and transparent, carved like amber or jasper, a bit icy and elegant.

For some reason, the first thing everyone thought of when they saw this painting was He Lanshan.

"All the fragrances shake down Duxuanyan, occupying all the scenery to the small garden. Sparse shadows slant horizontally, the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the moon dusk. Frost birds steal their eyes first when they want to go down, and pink butterflies are like knowing their souls. Fortunately, there is a little song to help each other You don't need a sandalwood board to share a golden bottle." A minister who was closest to the painting read it.Sure enough, it is a good word.

"Prime Minister He really gave birth to a good daughter!" Several officials sitting next to He Yuntian took the opportunity to flatter her.

He Yuntian couldn't keep his mouth shut for joy when he heard such words. This daughter had made him lose face for so many years, and now she finally gave him face.

He Yuntian looked relieved.

When everyone was admiring He Lanshan's painting, He Lanshan saw a wry smile on the corner of Yi Qiansu's mouth.When I turned my head to look at Yi Qiansu's painting, I suddenly understood a lot.

Begonias symbolize bitter love.When people encounter twists and turns in love, they often use begonia flowers as a metaphor for themselves.

The ancients called it the heartbroken flower, and used it to express the sadness of parting between men and women.

Could it be that the princess has a beloved person in her heart, so she is sad about it?

"Begonia doesn't hesitate to be rouge, alone in the drizzle." He Lanshan read out loud.

"The princess's painting is also very exquisite, the begonias are in full bloom, red as fire, it makes people smile and hurts.

Perhaps the rain does not want to disturb the tranquility of Haitang,
I just came here to brush off the tiny dust on the petals of Begonia.The princess must be a gentle person. "

(End of this chapter)