Chapter 438

When Hou ye and early summer entered the imperial study and waited, the emperor had just entered the early Dynasty.

Since entering the imperial study in early summer, he looked around, turned over the ash in the incense burner and smelled the ink on the inkstone. When the young official came in to serve tea, he saw him pursing his mouth. A brush was being clamped between his lips and nose

The little official quickly lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

The Marquis helped his forehead and had a headache. After the little official retreated, he scolded him, "can you be more calm?"

It's always hard to tell him at the beginning of summer that I'm checking for poison... So Zou lied: "there were too many people last time. I haven't looked carefully. I'm bored at present. I don't want to see these good things for the Royal use."

"Will you still be short of silver now?" The Marquis brushed his lips. The income of Wen Tiange that he knew was enough for his whole life.

"Some things can't be bought with money." At this time in early summer, a song painting is being taken down for appreciation.

The Marquis was drinking tea with his head bowed. He gave a "um" that he quite agreed with.

When he looked up again, he saw that he was taking down the Song painting. His green veins jumped on his forehead. He hurried up and walked along the side: "Oh, you hang it back quickly. This is the emperor's favorite one."

At the beginning of summer, I looked at the Song painting in my hand, which was elegant and meticulous, with mountains, cranes, streams and clouds, clear water and green mountains. Linxi is full of peach blossoms, with gorgeous brocade and crimson clouds. He frowned and said, "Dad, don't you think it's a little abrupt to hang this picture here?"

The Marquis didn't think it was abrupt. "It's been hanging here for nearly 20 years. I'm used to it. Now you take it down."

"This painting is not from a famous artist. Although the painting style is a little fresh, it will not be hung here by the emperor as if it were a treasure for years." At the beginning of summer, I didn't need the Marquis to say. I also knew that this painting had been hung here for a long time. But in the past, I came to this imperial study only when I had something to do. I didn't have time to take a closer look at this painting.

Today coincided with this leisure, so he stopped and looked at it carefully.

Although he is not good at painting, he has been influenced by Xiao Zimu in his last life and knows more or less.

"Ho, you child, the emperor likes it best. Whether he comes from a famous family or not, hang him back quickly. Later, the emperor will come back to see you holding the painting in your hand and carefully peel your skin."

Early summer chuckled: "you can't be so scared..."

When the Marquis saw that he didn't speak, his face suddenly changed. He frowned and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "what's the matter? Being a father really scares you. Just hang it back."

At the beginning of summer, he rubbed the paper, his face became very dignified and lowered his voice: "Dad, you go outside the door and watch. There's something in this painting."

The Marquis was startled by his words and stretched out his hand to rob the painting in his hand: "that's also the emperor's privacy. It's up to you to see."

At the beginning of summer, he was afraid to tear the words, and then loosened his hand. He lifted his eyes and looked at the Lord and deceived him: "if someone else poisoned the painting?"

Hou Ye's veins jumped on his forehead, hung his hand hanging the painting in the air, paused, blinked twice, took back the painting and put it in his hand: "hurry, the emperor doesn't know when he will come back."

At the beginning of summer, there was a successful smile on the corner of his mouth. Naturally, the painting was not poisonous. He had checked it for a long time. He was just curious about what was hidden in the painting.

Then he took a silver needle from his waist, opened the interlayer and shook off a thin piece of paper.

At the beginning of summer, I put the painting on the table, bent down to pick up the paper that fell on the ground, picked it up and looked at it, I was surprised.

The Marquis looked out from the crack of the door in fear. He heard that there was no movement on his side. He looked back at him and found him there. His eyes were surprised and his face was shocked.

"Oh, what are you staring at!" The Marquis glanced at the crack of the door again, and then walked quickly over.

When he looked at the tissue paper in his hand at the beginning of summer, it was as if he had been struck by thunder.

I saw a woman impressively painted on the paper, slim and graceful, just that face

Beauty is unparalleled in the world.

The Lord stammered for a long time before he said incredulously, "emperor, emperor, is this cherry son?"

At the beginning of summer, he finally calmed down, frowned and shook his head: "this paper has been for some years, and the pen and ink is not painted recently. This woman is not meng'an, but very similar."

After hearing this, the Marquis felt at ease, took the tissue paper in his hand and sighed again: "it's too similar..."

At the beginning of summer, when the emperor first saw LAN Yuying, his face looked a little strange. Is it that mengan's mother was painted on this paper?

Is it difficult for the emperor and meng'an's mother to have some origin?

At the beginning of the summer, when the Marquis was amazed, the voice of a small official driving outside the door sounded.

They looked at each other and their hearts sank.

"Stop at the door for your father. If you don't have time to install it back, hang it up first." The Marquis said quickly, turned around, opened the door and closed it again.

"Oh, why don't you stay in the house and come out to pick you up?" The emperor was not surprised when he saw the Marquis, but he was quite surprised when he came out.

"It's not natural to come out to pick you up." The Duke smiled on his face.

"It's weird." The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at him up and down.

"Ah, Emperor!" When the Marquis saw him walking, he was about to push the door and enter, and hurried to hold him tight.

The emperor looked at him suspiciously.

"I brought a man to eat today." The Marquis smiled.

"Oh?" The emperor was about to push the door: "I want to see who followed you to rub the imperial grain."

Hou Ye's veins jumped on his forehead and hurriedly pressed his hand: "it's boring to go in so much. If you don't guess, cough, guess."

The emperor drew from the corners of his mouth and frowned and scolded, "childish."

Then he pushed the door and entered. The Marquis couldn't stop him. He couldn't drag him out. He immediately followed him into the imperial study.

The Marquis glanced at the Song painting for the first time. He saw it hanging there intact and sighed. In his ear, there was a question from the Emperor: "where are people?"

"Huh?" The Marquis looked up and looked around. The room was empty. Only the emperor looked at him with a smile.

The Marquis turned his eyes and was about to call early summer. He saw a figure in front of him. Then early summer stood in front of them and smiled qianyin: "emperor, I'm hiding behind the door."

When the emperor saw his face clearly, his face burst into a smile. He took his hand at the beginning of summer and walked along: "it turned out that he brought you into the palace. Tell me what you want to eat."

Xia Chu was led by the emperor with one hand and the emperor's wrist with the other hand. Without trace, he put his index finger and middle finger on his pulse. As he walked along, he sprinkled Jiao: "what the emperor gives me to eat, what the emperor gives is the best..."