The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 211 Drink it, I can smile at you

One day, when a friend came to visit, he knew that she was hiding in a corner and eavesdropped. He deliberately mentioned that he liked long scrolls, and it was best to paint the scenes of the four seasons.

Listening to the sound of her footsteps running far away, I wondered if this birthday gift should be settled.

The day before his birthday, he left the morning court, and just as he stepped into the East Palace, his attendants came up to report that the Crown Princess hid in the study and refused to come out.

Pushing open the door for some unknown reason, she was holding a long scroll with red eyes.

One end of the scroll fell to the ground, revealing the painting on it, a very simple map of the four seasons, with immature brushwork.

In spring, on the green grass, there is a little girl fluttering butterflies.

In summer, under the lush trees, the grandfather is enjoying the shade.

When autumn comes, the leaves are withered and yellow, and the farmer chases the straw hat blown away by the wind.

In winter, fishermen sit on the ice and fish, and a red carp can be seen faintly on the hook.

Although the painter is extremely mediocre, it is really full of fun, which made him laugh.

"Wow - I didn't mean it, they said this is your manuscript - a reward from the emperor..." After being smashed by him, she finally burst into tears, filled with regret, "I thought it was blank..."

Turn it over and look, it really is Gu Fuzhi, the famous artist. The only surviving fragment of "Flying Snow in the Bamboo Garden" was rolled upside down for better preservation, and then put into a special box. The eunuch and maid of the East Palace They naturally knew not to touch it, so he put it on the shelf at will.

I was angry and funny, but no matter how precious the manuscript was, it couldn't compare to her tears.

He had to pretend to be surprised and said, "Who said that, it's just an ordinary painting."

She rubbed her eyes: "Really?"

"Of course." He said without changing his face, "Is this scroll of four seasons a gift for my birthday?"

She murmured embarrassedly: "I think it's more meaningful to draw it myself." Then she asked cautiously, "Do you like it?"

He hugged her tenderly and sighed: "I like it very much."

"You lied to me." She was so drunk that she couldn't tell where she was and who she was facing for a moment, and she muttered, "It's not an ordinary painting. Later, the emperor asked about it."

Looking at her delicate appearance, he could hardly suppress his excitement.

Going crazy with joy.

His daughter is also back.

The woman in front of her has memories of her previous life.

She remembers all the things between them, every moment with him, those moments of friendship, and...

Suddenly, thinking about her attitude towards him before.

A hot heart was instantly icy cold.

His daughter, why don't you want him?
He refused in every possible way, tried his best to avoid, and even turned around indifferently many times...

Because of past life?
He was stunned, wishing he could wake her up immediately, and then explain the truth to Daoming one by one.

But when the words came to his lips, he stopped again.

He didn't know how to say it.

Whether it was a helpless move or not, he did those things.

No matter what thoughts he had at the time, her heart was also broken by him.

If they reveal each other's identities so rashly, not only will she not believe it, but she may even escape further.

He can't be in a hurry, he has to find an appropriate time.

"Ninny." He looked at the sky, "It's time to go back to sleep."

When she wakes up tomorrow, she will forget everything about tonight.

"I like peach blossom stuffed rice." Nestling in his arms, she whispered.

He was helpless: "Little drunkard."

"Because I drink it, I can smile at you..." The whisper was barely audible.

His eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

(End of this chapter)