Chapter 331

The winter in the capital is not cold, but it is much colder than the bright moon in spring. At noon, the sun finally came out. Qingfeng was going to take a bath for the little guy, for fear that the child would be cold. After a busy house, it was a fire basin and heated water. After a rush, the little guy finally took a bath. He nestled comfortably in Qingfeng's arms and his eyes were turning. Seeing Ruyi looking at him, the little guy smiled at her.

Ruyi is very happy and says with a smile: "Niang Niang, look, the little prince is smiling!"

Looking at the splashing water on the ground and several diapers that had been changed, Qingfeng said with a spoiled smile: "of course he laughed, making everyone turn upside down."

Qingfeng said and nodded the little guy's nose. He turned his head aside and dodged his mother's hand, which made him laugh. Qingfeng is in a good mood. Ruyi talks casually, squats beside the bed and says with a smile: "it will be the full moon of the little prince in two days, and then the emperor will give him a name. I don't know what name the emperor will choose for the little prince. It's better to..."

Ruyi said excitedly. A light voice came from behind. "Ruyi!"

Ruyi looks up and sees tuckahoe is lifting the curtain and entering the inner room. Her face is not cold, but her eyebrows are tightly wrinkled. Ruyi finally feels surprised that she has crossed. She lowers her head quickly. "Maidservant is talkative."

Although Qingfeng thinks it's harmless for Ruyi to say these things, Fuling scolds her, and Qingfeng doesn't know what to say. First, let Fuling have absolute authority among them. Second, the maids should have some control over them, so as not to talk in disorder and make a mess for her later.

Qingfeng looked at Poria cocos with a serious face and asked, "what are you doing when you are busy living in the morning?"

"Master, now the study is empty and useless. I'd better let the maid clean up and put a small shop in the study. It's getting colder and colder. It's better to have someone in the room to take care of you and the little master at night. " It's really hard to take care of the children. Although the master is more mellow than before, his face is even worse.

Originally, they were not allowed to serve at night. They didn't want to be stared at all the time. Now they really need someone nearby to take care of them. Qingfeng nodded back, "OK, do as you like."

"Do you keep all those paintings away? Or leave some on the shelf? "

Most of the paintings in the study are her works. There are also works of famous artists she likes. Qingfeng thought about them and said, "I'll go and have a look with you."

Qingfeng gives Shen Yao the baby to hold, and poria goes into the small study beside the flower hall. Poria has cleaned up once in the morning. The pictures and books are neatly placed on the bookshelf. Qingfeng says, "you clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk. Let me have a look at these paintings."

"Yes." Qingfeng has the habit of painting at any time, so the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk are placed in a neat way. When Fuling tidies up to the inkstone, he finds that the ink on it hasn't been cleaned, so he pours some water down to clean it. At this time, Qingfeng suddenly says, "Fuling, take the green bamboo picture that hasn't been mounted on the desk to me."

"Yes." Tuckahoe looked up and saw a picture on the other side of the desk. Maybe it's because there is water on the hand. For a while, the inkstone slipped from the hand and turned over on the rice paper beside, leaving a deep and shallow ink mark. Poria low cried: "no!"

Qingfeng looked back and saw that Poria was busy cleaning up. The overturned inkstone had been picked up by Poria, but there was a natural ink mark clearly left on the rice paper. When Qingfeng's eyes were bright, he said excitedly, "Poria, grind ink."

The master suddenly became interested in painting? Accustomed to Qingfeng's passion for painting, Poria shook her head and concentrated on grinding ink.

Qingfeng collects the rice paper splashed with ink and spreads it in the middle of the desk. It seems that he thinks of something. Suddenly, he shouts to the inside: "Ruyi, bring a fire basin to the study."

"Yes." Ruyi's voice came from the inner room.

Tuckahoe took the grinded ink to the place convenient for Qingfeng's hand and said, "master, grinded it."

Green maple took a look and said: "ink is not enough, then grind."

Not enough? Poria is puzzled. She usually paints more than enough ink. She is curious. Poria doesn't ask about it. She continues to polish her ink.

Just now, the Little Prince wanted to take a bath. There was a charcoal fire in the room. At the command of Qingfeng, Ruyi quickly brought a fire basin into the study. "Niang, where is the fire basin?"

Qingfeng pointed to the front of the table and said, "let it go."

"Yes." Ruyi put down the fire pot and set the charcoal fire to be more vigorous. Soon, the whole study was warm.

Look at the grinding machine. The paper and pen are all ready. Qingfeng calls to the inside again, "Shen Yao brings the baby here."

"Yes." Shen Yao comes to the study with her baby in her arms. The rare little guy takes a bath and doesn't sleep yet. When he comes to the new room, his eyes wander around.

Ruyi finally guesses what Niang is going to do. She must draw a picture for the little prince! Guessing the master's mind, Ruyi immediately moves the wooden chair beside the desk to the desk. She wants to hold the emperor's son for Shen Yao to sit down and let her mother concentrate on painting. Unexpectedly, Ruyi just moved the chair, but Qingfeng says, "Shen Yao brings the child to the desk. Ruyi, help to show his hands and feet."

Ruyi is in a fog, tuckahoe is not clear. Shen Yao is quiet as usual, but they can see Qingfeng's interest.

Ruyi just took out the child's small hand from the thick jacket, and Qingfeng picked up the largest brush on the desk. He was drunk with ink. He grabbed the child's tender hand and painted the ink on it. Ruyi was surprised and said, "this is..."

The cool soft touch made the little guy draw back his hand and giggle at the same time. Finally, he painted the little hand with ink. The green maple called out, "tuckahoe, take the paper."

Tuckahoe just came back to her senses. She took a plain rice paper and threw it on the desk. Qingfeng gently grabbed the child's small hand covered with ink and printed it. A small hand print was left on the paper.

On the huge rice paper, the small handprint looks so small, Ruyi can't help sighing: "this small handprint is so lovely!"

Hand has been caught, the little guy is not happy, began to struggle, get green maple is also a hand of ink. Slowly brush with a brush. The little guy is exhausted of patience. He is supposed to cry. Qingfeng simply holds the little foot of the child and lightly steps on the inkstone. His foot is black. The little guy is stunned. Qingfeng takes the opportunity to step on his foot on the rice paper. Maybe the ink makes him feel fresh. It doesn't count if he steps on a footprints. He shakes his foot, so the perfect footprints are surrounded by him It's a black mess.

A group of people worked hard for a long time and got a ghost picture. They all laughed and laughed

Looking at the messy Xuan paper stained with ink, Qingfeng was unwilling to say, "print another one."

There is still some ink on the child's hands and feet. Qingfeng dare not put his feet on the inkstone again this time. Put on a new rice paper and look at his black hands. Qingfeng can only say to Ruyi, "Ruyi, hold his hands and feet and print another one..."

"Yes."

Both hands and feet are firmly grasped. This time, the little guy can't make it broken. There are two hand prints and two foot prints on rice paper.

Ruyi let go of the child's little feet, sighed a long time and said with a smile, "this print is perfect!"

"Here comes the water." Tuckahoe did not know when out of the house, at this moment is leading two maids with two basins of hot water came in. The mother and the son had a good time. They didn't see what the weather was like now. Poria didn't say anything. Qingfeng looked at his and his son's black paws and shrunk his shoulders. He said with a smile, "Poria is still close."

Sure enough, the mother and the son are connected. The voice of Qingfeng falls. The little guy shakes his hands and giggles twice. Tuckahoe can't cry or laugh, "well, you can wash him quickly, don't catch cold."

Ruyi and Shen Yao are busy washing their children's hands and feet. Tuckahoe retreats to one side. Looking back, Qingfeng has cleaned his hands. He is holding two Xuan papers printed with handprints and footprints. Tuckahoe walks over and points to the perfectly printed Xuan paper. He whispers in her ear: "why not Send this to the emperor. "

The thought in my heart was seen through and said. Even the people around me, Qingfeng's face was still red, coughing softly and staring at tuckahoe. Qingfeng pretended to say, "OK."

Tuckahoe couldn't help laughing. She was already a mother. She was so uncomfortable. Hear the laughter of tuckahoe, Qingfeng's face is redder. Tuckahoe rolls up the picture and goes out quickly, saving some people from being angry for a while.

Tuckahoe just walked into the hospital, a cold wind suddenly blew, the soft rice paper in his hand changed shape in a moment, tuckahoe protected the painting in his arms and shouted loudly: "Lan'er, take a painting cylinder."

"Yes."

The wind blows all the time, and the painting has changed shape, and the distorted shape can't be put into the painting cylinder. Tuckahoe went to the corner of the courtyard door, and the wind was much smaller. Tuckahoe unfolded the paper and wanted to roll it up again. Although the wind was smaller, the thin rice paper still kept shaking. The paper was blown a little wrinkled, and it was very difficult to roll it flat.

When Poria thought about whether to ask for help, a big hand stretched out to help her pull the end of the rice paper. Tuckahoe looked up and saw that the owner of that hand had been avoiding her man these days.

He still had a cold face and didn't look at her. His eyes were only on the fingerprints and footprints on the paper. Tuckahoe did not know how, the heart involuntarily jumped up, Leng for a long time, finally jumped out of a sentence: "thank you."

Mingze didn't return her words. When she finished the painting, she silently took back her hand and turned out of the yard.

He's helping her this time, isn't he?

But why is it so cold?

Is that his disposition? Or... She thinks too much?

In order to print handprints for the children, Qingfeng's clothes were also stained with ink. As soon as she changed her clothes, Ruyi came in and said softly, "Niang, beauty Yu is here."

What is she doing here? I have nothing to do with her. Qingfeng asks Shen Yao to carry the child into the inner room, and Ruyi leads people in.

"Princess Qing's mother is blessed with gold." Yu Yueying is dressed in a light yellow Palace Dress, and her soft voice sounds timid. The women who can enter the harem are not bad, but her words and deeds are very small. Qingfeng smiled and said, "no need to be polite. Sit down."

Yu Yueying sat down under a chair beside her. The palace maids offered tea and Qingfeng drank without talking. Yu Yueying's nervous servant