The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 796

Song Xieyu and Xie Chu followed Zhu Cheng to the imperial study, and as soon as they entered the door, they found that Xie Ling was facing away from them, holding a wolf pen in his hand, and was drawing something on the rice paper.

"Your Majesty, King Yong and Princess Yong are here."

As soon as Zhu Cheng entered the door, he respectfully reported to him, but Xie Ling still didn't move, instead he was still writing and drawing on the rice paper.

Song Xieyu and Xie Chu looked at each other, neither of them could figure out what Xie Ling was thinking, so they could only stand behind Zhu Cheng without saying a word and wait with downcast eyes.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xie Ling put down his pen and turned around with a gentle face, as if he had just discovered Xie Chu and Song Xieyu standing behind him.

"Uncle Wang, what do you think of my painting?"

Xie Chu stood with his hands down, his eyes calm, and when he heard that he was being called, he raised his eyes, took a step forward, lifted his eyelids, glanced at the painting, and then returned to the indifferent look just now.

"Very good."

Xie Ling waited for a long time to hear his words. He didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. Zhu Cheng listened with admiration on his face. To be able to deal with His Majesty in such a perfunctory manner, only King Yong has the guts.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for His Majesty to laugh out loud, without any intention of blaming him, instead he looked very happy: "Then why don't I give this painting to Uncle Huang?"

Song Xieyu listened at the side in a daze, so perfunctory to him, Xie Ling even gave a painting to Prince Yong's mansion, Xie Chu was highly regarded in front of the previous emperor, now that the new emperor has changed, the honor and favor are even more important than before very.

Xie Chu didn't react at all, and reached out to take the painting very naturally, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, and lowered his eyebrows.

It is impossible for Xie Ling to give paintings for no reason. They, the sons of heaven, have always had more eyes than others, so that the position of the ninety-five supreme can be firmly secured, and they will not be calculated by others.

Song Xieyu looked around Xie Chu's hand, a little curious about what the painting in his hand was, but before he could look away, Xie Ling suddenly said: "This painting Concubine Yong hasn't seen it yet, right? Uncle Wang can't be so exclusive, let Concubine Yong take a look, if it's not appropriate, I can draw another one, and use it as a wedding gift for Uncle Wang and Concubine Yong."

Song Xieyu: "..."

She and Xie Chu have been married for a year, so he thought of giving a congratulatory gift at this moment, isn't it too late?

Song Xieyu's current mood is one of regret, I'm afraid Xie Ling's eyes have been on her all the time, otherwise how could she be caught by him after just a glance?It's just trying to lure you into the urn...

If it was only a seven-point guess before, it is now very certain. This Xie Ling must have no good intentions. There may be some mystery in the painting.

Grinding his teeth, Song Xieyu took the painting over and opened it in front of Xie Ling.

The painting is not too long, Song Xieyu quickly saw the whole picture, thought there would be some suggestive inscriptions on it, but unexpectedly the whole painting scroll was very simple, only a huge peach tree was drawn.

The only weird thing about the whole painting is that the ground is full of unripe peaches, as if they were cut out on purpose.

There was nothing special about the painting at first glance, but upon closer inspection, there was an inexplicable killing intent. Song Xieyu shivered unconsciously, put the painting away without a trace, and tied it up again.

Xie Ling's eyes have been staring at this side, seeing her reaction, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, and the meaning of the smile is unclear: "What does Princess Yong think of my painting?"

Song Xieyu was silent for a moment, he was very speechless for his behavior of knowingly asking, but he is today, even if he took a brush and randomly sprinkled a few drops of ink on the rice paper, they would only praise them, how dare they find fault ?
What's more, these few princes of the late emperor are really not many real idiots, even if they were born in ordinary people's homes, they are definitely outstanding existences, and Xie Ling is the best among them, otherwise the late emperor would not be so loved. In the end, he even sat on the throne.

Simple and unpretentious, the truth is true. The simpler the painting, the more attention to real skills. Xie Ling has always been a good painter, capable of writing and martial arts.

"Your Majesty's words are of course very good." Unable to figure out Xie Ling's tricks, Song Xieyu did not act rashly, and thoughtfully kissed a flattery that would not go wrong.

"Oh? What does Princess Yong think of this painting?"

As soon as Song Xieyu's words fell, Xie Ling asked another question, and he was chasing after her so hard that she had to answer why...

She was really aggrieved for a moment, so she could only forcefully think of some words of praise in her mind and throw them out: "The peach tree painted by Your Majesty has luxuriant branches and leaves, just like the real thing, and the peaches in the ground are even more delicate and different. .”

What she said was not entirely flattering. In all fairness, Xie Ling probably put a lot of effort into what she said, and there was not a single slap in the face that could reach his level.

A moment later, the loud applause was extremely abrupt in the imperial study room, Xie Ling clapped his hands as if he was overjoyed.

"Good! Concubine Yong is worthy of being born in a wealthy family, with extraordinary knowledge!"

If the woman next to her was praised by today's emperor for her extraordinary knowledge, she might not be able to find her if she was happy, but Song Xieyu dismissed this compliment, and was quite nervous instead, so she cheered up and stood up. Be vigilant.

Xie Ling's eyes lingered on Xie Chu and Song Xieyu for a while, as if he didn't notice their thoughts at all, he opened his mouth.

"When I was the prince, I went to the south of the Yangtze River, and this painting is what I saw at that time."

He had a melancholy tone, as if he really recalled those youthful years in the past when he was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses. Song Xieyu stood with a bit of leg pain and moved her toes uncomfortably. come out.

Xie Ling's tone was casual, but his eyes were always on the two of them, naturally he would not miss Song Xieyu's every move, but he didn't intend to ask Zhu Cheng to move a chair for them.

"I saw a farmer cut off all the peaches from the peach tree, and let the unripe peaches pile up on the ground. I was really shocked."

Xie Ling narrated the past, Song Xieyu did not doubt the truth of his words, if he had not experienced it himself, it would never be so fascinating.

I also became interested for a while, looking at the peaches in this painting, it is enough to see the fruitful results, I am afraid that the scene Xie Ling saw is even more grand.

It is not easy for farmers to have a good harvest, but why should these peaches be ruined?
Song Xieyu couldn't figure it out, looked at Xie Chu, but saw that Xie Chu was still calm, like an old monk in meditation.

It seems that there is no curiosity at all...

(End of this chapter)