The remnant king and poisonous concubine: this palace has a system

Chapter 553
In the evening, the ancient town was filled with the fragrance of makeup and powder. Lingbao and Yinyang walked up the river, their hands were held tightly, and there was a warmth coming through the palms of their hands. Lingbao walked in a small step behind , staring at the clasped hands, feeling warm in her heart, she has the urge to laugh out loud, she actually understands that it's just a matter of mood.

On the street by the river, there are all kinds of stalls, and the fragrance of makeup and powder spreads from those stalls. An old lady who sells jewelry stops them, and sends a wooden hairpin in front of them with a trembling hand, " Young man, buy a wooden hairpin for your daughter-in-law, this red hair is beautiful."

At this moment, Lingbao realized that she had forgotten to dye her red hair black, and stretched out her hand to curl her hair in a circle with her index finger. She looked away embarrassedly. It was the first time that someone said her hair was beautiful after living here for so long. , I'm really at a loss.

Yin Yang seemed to be in a good mood, so he bought the wooden hairpin without saying a word, and bought a few other patterns along the way.

"Give it all to me?" Lingbao asked as he was leaving.

"Bring one for my little sister."

Hearing this answer, Lingbao curled his lips. Yin Yang has two younger brothers and a younger sister. As the eldest son, Yin Yang has always doted on those younger brothers and sisters, and would bring them something good every time.

"Are you unhappy?" Yin Yang asked tentatively.

"Not at all." Lingbao rolled his eyes around and did not admit it.

In fact, there is one thing, anyway, they are unmarried couples, when they go shopping together, and see him buying things for other women, even if it is his own sister, she will be a little depressed, right?Yes, just a little bit.

Yin Yang looked at Lingbao's cunning eyes and knew that she was not telling the truth. Lingbao is actually quite easy to understand, just like Lei Dian, he will beat you when he is unhappy, anyway, all emotions Will not hide in the heart.

They walked around the ancient town. The roads in the town lead in all directions, and they returned to the original place after a slight turn. They heard that this ancient town is lively and every day is like a festival. Now it seems that it is true.

Yin Yang took Ling Bao to the boat, the boatman was punting the boat in front, his daughter was singing at the back, there was a stage by the river bank, it was said that it was usually used for watching operas, and now there was a person standing on it, bowing his head as if he was painting.

Lingbao stretched his neck to look at him, but the man just lowered his head and began to write. He saw that he was wearing a blue-gray gown, covered with a dark blue gown, and his hair was long and thin, tied up by a white jade hairpin. Lingbao suddenly became curious about his appearance. Face, it should be a handsome young man, if he is paired with a good hand, he should turn everyone upside down in the future.

"I heard that Danqing's national champion is extraordinary, but I didn't expect to appear on this Thunder River today." There were discussions on the bank.

"Couldn't it be Jun Bufan, who has never been so good at Danqing, resigned from office and returned to his hometown, and is free and unrestrained?"

"It's him. I heard that this person paints casually, even the emperor dared to refuse."

……

It turned out to be him, Lingbao lost interest all of a sudden, she had seen Jun Bufan, she said that even the emperor dared to refuse, and it was not because of his father's cover, said Uncle Rui Wang seemed to like this Jun Bufan very much, what did he say He is the only painter in Dongcheng.

"If he's really that powerful, I'd like him to draw a picture for me." She said this casually, but someone took it seriously, stood up, performed light kung fu, and arrived on the stage in an instant.

"Hey, I'm just..." Just talking, don't take it seriously.

Some things really can't be said, because no matter what you say, someone will take it seriously.

"Please, sir, draw a picture for my wife."

Jun Bufan didn't raise his head, but continued with his painting. The West Lake was full of water, and there were patches of lotus leaves. He bent over sullenly, looking at the unfinished painting. There were only lotus leaves and no flowers in the painting, which seemed weird and somewhat lonely.

"Please, sir, draw a picture for my wife."

"I don't paint for people who don't have a chance." When Jun Bufan said it, he looked like a person who had escaped into Buddhism, which made Yin Yang feel a little strange.

Lingbao sat on the boat and stared at them, she always felt that Jun Bufan was not a good guy talking about his gods.

"Meeting thousands of miles away, isn't it fate?"

Jun Bufan raised his head to look at him, "Young Master's face is not good, there must be a serious disaster in the near future, so let me draw a picture for you."

Great disaster?
Before going out, his father also warned him, is there really danger?

Jun Bufan still drew a painting for Lingbao, but Yin Yang didn't know what it was, because Lingbao tied up the painting with a smile and insisted not to show it to him.

"You will know later, but now is not the time." Lingbao put away the painting mysteriously.

Seeing her happy, Yin Yang was also happy.

The two wandered the street for a while before returning to the inn.

(End of this chapter)