Chapter 539

Before Ming Canaan spoke, Qin Guifei was also willing to fall behind. Her eyes with autumn water looked at him directly, but her tone was not positive, but she said to Emperor Yan, "Your Majesty, Princess Anhe is really a sweet cake. Her Royal Highness the prince before, the son of the Ming Dynasty now..."

She did it on purpose. She knew that her Majesty was very taboo about the prince and Yan Qiqi. As usual, the empresses avoided mentioning it and did not dare to find her Majesty's unhappiness. But today, she didn't know what it was, or she was angry, jealous, or both. Qin Guifei had mixed feelings in her heart, so she pretended to be happy. Only when she saw that Canaan was eating flat, To slightly relieve the strong bitterness in her heart.

Sure enough, this plainly made Emperor Yan's face sink for half a minute. Perhaps he was worried about the bad attack in the presence of outsiders. Emperor Yan coughed twice, "imperial concubine, don't mention the old things. Times change. Now the crown prince is obedient to virtuous people, which is also a way to return."

When Emperor Yan said this, Qin Guifei's reason suddenly returned. She just realized that she had lost her manners and was about to apologize to Emperor Yan. Unexpectedly, she just bumped into the line of sight of Ming kanantu.

Mingcanan's smiling eyes made her jump in her heart. It was like he saw through the buried heart. She was anxious and annoyed. She couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up directly, "Your Majesty, my concubine has a headache after sitting for a long time. She went back to the sleeping hall first."

But Ming Canaan also deliberately shouted, "congratulations to the imperial concubine and empress..."

As soon as the imperial concubine left, Emperor Yan was not interesting to stay by himself. Before leaving, he looked at him unfathomably, "the queen misses you very much. Go to her palace when you have time."

He was the only one left in nuota's back garden. After mingcanaan collected the painting of Qiqi, he didn't go to the Queen's palace, but directly went out of the rosefinch gate to the Baiyan Pavilion, the largest restaurant in the city.

At noon, it was the peak of Baiyan Pavilion. The long line was almost lined up in Xuanwu Street next door. Mingcanan didn't go through the gate and flew directly to the second floor.

The lobby on the first floor was full of people, and the waiter was as busy as a top, but the second floor was very empty. Only a man with a wide back was tasting tea there, as if he were waiting for someone.

Mingcanan turned the window and came in. He just sat opposite the man. He was not polite. He directly picked up tea like a cow and drank two cups of it, which was a little to alleviate his thirst.

"Oh, comfortable!"

Regardless of his image, he slumped directly on the pear tree chair and enjoyed his posture very much.

"Isn't it more comfortable for the son of Confucius to say that in front of his majesty just now?" It was none other than Beiyu who had just pretended not to know him in the back garden of the palace.

Mingcanan was in a good mood and ignored the meaning of the run in his words. "Brother Bei is still as smart as ever. There is really more and more tacit understanding between us."

The tacit understanding in his mouth refers to just now.

When Ming Canaan went to see the emperor, he deliberately hit the gauze curtain with a strong force. The cold air was convective, and Beiyu's paper that had not been pressed flew away in the wind. Ming Canaan took the opportunity to press the paper in his hand into the rice paper he picked up.

As soon as Beiyu opened the rice paper, he would see the address he left. The first floor of Baiyan pavilion was different from the second floor. The first floor was delicious and affordable, and people flocked to it, while the elegant room on the second floor was 500 Liang. Ordinary people couldn't afford to spend at all. Dignitaries had no major events, let alone extravagance and waste. Not long ago, Emperor Yan worried about the emptiness of the Treasury, If anyone dares to eat and drink freely at this juncture, it will be hard for Emperor Yan.

It's because the first floor of the Baiyan Pavilion is overcrowded, but there are few people on the second floor. It's more appropriate to say things.

Beiyu's bank teller has never lost. Seeing that Ming Canaan is so proud, he can't lose, "the thing about Chen sesame and rotten millet before the son of the Ming Dynasty and the imperial concubine Qin is still a thorn in your Majesty's heart. You can't touch it. You're good. You look around with the imperial concubine in public. Do you really think your majesty is blind?"

Before Qin entered the palace, she actually had two unknown feelings.

One is that the poor scholar abandoned her for money, which made her heartbroken and depressed day by day. In fact, before the scholar, the son of the Ming dynasty fell in love with Yunqin at first sight.

It's a pity that Yunqin at that time, today's imperial concubine and empress didn't care much about the business of catching up with her son. They also heard that the son of the Ming family was romantic and singing all night. The women who slept could walk around the rosefinch street twice. They hated him even more. They refused the love of Ming Canaan before they had a deep understanding.

The king of Xiang had a dream, but the goddess had no intention.

See you today. In fact, mingcanan has been relieved for a long time. On the contrary, he hasn't moved a ripple in his heart. It's just an old acquaintance.

"That's all the past. Now, I'm fascinated by 77."

Beiyu smiled, "tut Tut, the son's taste is really strange. He always has a special preference for married women."

Now Yan Qiqi is afraid to have become the Crown Princess of the northern kingdom. Hao lianche has a good relationship with him because he thinks there are always friends to fight against injustice.

Ming Canaan made an appointment with Bei Yu, and naturally he didn't quarrel with him. He had enough rest and restrained his look. He just didn't hear what he said just now and said solemnly, "in the past, you just made fun of me. I asked you out today to ask you what your majesty's attitude towards Cheng Guogong is?"

At the beginning, Beiyu obviously had great talent, but he didn't enter the temple. Instead, he wanted to enter the Wenyuan Pavilion and became the most useless painter. He was at the mercy of those empress concubines all year round.

Those women were dressed in beautiful Suzhou brocade clothes to draw a picture today. Tomorrow, they got a box of rouge powder from Dawan state. After painting, they also wanted to draw a picture. Bei Yu revolved around all day. His body smelled of sandalwood. There was ink in his fingernails all year round, and none of his clothes was dry.

Outsiders only think that his talent is only used for painting, but only Beiyu himself knows that he is the most suitable position.

He lived among women for three or four hours as soon as he entered the palace. Sometimes when the concubines in the harem felt bored, they would ask several good sisters to chat together.

There was everything to talk about. Beiyu looked at it and said nothing, but summarized and sorted out these useful news, and then spread it outside the palace.

No one knows that the painter who is usually unknown is the leaker.