The Six Palaces of Favorites: The Black-bellied Emperor's Cold Concubine

Chapter 631 It Was You (2)
When Qing Chen brought Yun Lan to the Imperial Study Room, Xiao Jun happened to be away. He said that he had gone to the Empress Dowager's Palace, and he must be back soon. Liu An didn't dare to offend her now. The aunt followed, hurriedly came up to show her courtesy, "Madam, the emperor is not here, but I have been out for a while, and it is time to come back. It is windy outside, why don't you go in and wait for a while?"

Qingchen nodded, and smiled as if he had some plans in his heart: "Then thank you very much, Eunuch."

Not everyone can enter the imperial study room, Yun Lan and Jin Xin could only wait outside, Liu An followed Qingchen into the East Nuan Pavilion and served tea, and then respectfully waited on the side.

She seldom comes to this place. Seeing the emperor's unfinished memorials on the kang, she wants to take a look, but concubines and concubines in the harem must not tamper with those things, and neither can Liu An be sent away, nor concubines. Staying alone in the imperial study, she put the tea on the small table, then waved her hand inadvertently, poured the teacup with her long sleeves, and immediately poured the little tea in it onto a memorial.

Liu An exclaimed, and hurried up to tidy it up. In the blink of an eye, Qingchen had already grabbed the memorial in his hand, hurriedly wiped off the water stains on it with his sleeve, and apologized: "I didn't mean it."

Liu An didn't care about other things, fearing that the emperor would punish him, he just focused on clearing the teacups on the table, but he didn't see that Qingchen had already unfolded the memorial.

When she saw those two long sentences of Zhu Zhu, Qingchen's breathing froze for a moment. She imitated the handwriting countless times, and every stroke was engraved in her heart like a knife.Yes, she suddenly remembered one thing, the last time she came to the imperial study, the emperor was reviewing the memorial, when he saw her, he suddenly changed his left hand.At that time, she really thought that he was just tired of writing with his right hand, but now it seems that he is deliberately covering up, so what?
Her hands were trembling a little, and she put the memorial back to its original place without a trace. Her gaze inadvertently swept across the painting jar in the corner, and she saw a white jade flute inside. It's a bit old, but she recognizes what she made with her own hands.

Qingchen walked over in a few steps, holding the flute in a daze, and suddenly remembered that day Concubine Li was dancing in the snow, and the emperor was playing the flute to accompany her. At that time, she was just full of sadness, but ignored the things in his hands. Now Come to think of it, the emperor put the flute into his sleeve very quickly at that time, without letting her see it at all.If it was hidden intentionally, then what was he afraid of?
The hand holding the flute kept shaking, but suddenly a warm and strong hand grasped her wrist, hugged her from behind and asked with a smile, "Does this look familiar? This jade flute was used to hunt down Xiao Xiao in the Xiyuan hunting ground. Fufeng picked it up when he was in Hong, I think it should be his thing."

Qingchen remembered that night again, she heard someone playing the flute in the imperial garden, she ran barefoot many places but did not find the flute player, but met the emperor in the pavilion.Later, Gu Yunfeng said that he played the song, and she believed it at the time, but now thinking about it, she always felt that something was wrong, because the sound of the flute did not come from the direction of the Imperial Hospital, and Gu Yunfeng would never run into the Imperial Garden in the middle of the night without incident Come play the flute.

Qingchen forced a smile and said: "It turns out that this is the case. This jade flute indeed belongs to the master. The concubine was just wondering how the emperor got it, but it turned out that he picked it up in the Xiyuan hunting ground."

Putting down the flute, she took out a picture scroll and wanted to open it, but Xiao Jun took it back halfway, "Did you forget the rules again? Can things in the imperial study be moved around?"

Qingchen pouted, and said coquettishly: "The emperor said that he would give his concubine a painting of the imperial brush, but it has been so long and there is no movement. Could it be that he wants to break his promise?"

Xiao Jun snorted softly, turned around and looked at the memorial on the table thoughtfully, and frowned slightly, "It's just a painting, how can I break my promise on this matter, but I don't have time, you just go back and wait." Come on, I will draw for you in these two days, and have someone frame it and send it to you."

Qingchen hurriedly said: "Then the concubine will thank the emperor first. There is the pine nut lily cake that the emperor likes in the food box. The emperor should try it while it is hot. If there is nothing else, the concubine will not delay the emperor's handling of political affairs. The concubine will resign .”

"Well, go back, I'll accompany you to have dinner tonight."

Xiao Jun smiled gently, watching her leave the Nuan Pavilion, the smile on her face turned cold a little bit, "Liu An, have you ever told me that Concubine Chen is not allowed to enter and leave the imperial study room at will when I am not around?"

Liu An trembled all over, he really didn't remember the emperor had such an explanation, probably before, and he hadn't been transferred to the Imperial Palace at that time, so he didn't know.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop, Liu An kowtowed like garlic, "Your Majesty, this servant deserves to die. The servant just saw that the weather is not good today, and the Concubine Chen's clothes are thinner. I'm afraid she will be frozen so I let her in and wait. I never wanted to forget the rules, the slave deserves to die." As he spoke, he slapped himself several times.

Xiao Jun gritted her teeth and asked again: "Did she move the memorial on the table?"

In order to save his life, Liu An dared to admit it, and hurriedly said: "The concubine Chen has never touched anything else, the servant has been watching."

"Drag out the rod to blame twenty long memory."

As soon as the emperor gave an order, Liu An was immediately dragged out. Xiao Jun stared at the water-stained memorial in a daze, and then ordered Fuquan, "Go and see if the son is in the palace, and let him make an ink painting. Send it to me, I want a landscape map, don't sign it."

"Yes, this servant is going right now." The emperor got angry, and Fuquan quickly ran out to deliver the decree.

When Qingchen received the painting two days later, he saw that the signature was the emperor's name, but although the painting style was slightly similar to Qin Zishuo's, the brushwork and the dyeing technique were quite different. People can deliberately avoid their own usual techniques, but obviously this painting has its own unique features. If you deliberately avoid it, there will always be traces of bluntness instead of the skillful and natural brushwork like this.

It is not surprising that the princes are taught by the same teacher, if there are similarities in calligraphy or painting techniques, in this case, why does the emperor not allow her to look at the calligraphy and painting in the imperial study room?
Qingchen looked at the picture of the cold forest in the Western Mountains and was a little hesitant. Could it be that his thinking was wrong?It's just that since she had this idea, she couldn't help but want to pursue this idea to the end, as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

After being in a daze for a long time, she suddenly told Yun Lan: "Go to Yuyang Palace to find His Royal Highness, and just tell me that I like the picture of the cold forest in the Western Mountains very much. Thank you very much. Don't need to say anything else, just say this sentence .”

Yun Lan didn't know what she was asking for proof, so she came back after a while and said, "Your Highness said that the painting was originally wanted by the emperor, and since it is in the hands of the empress, there is no need to thank him, as long as the empress likes it."

(End of this chapter)