Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Dongming country.

Today is Yuan Day, so there is no need to go to the morning court.

However, because the late emperor died less than a hundred days ago, no palace banquet was held in the palace this year.

In the imperial study room, Yue Qinghe put down the book and picked up the portrait beside it.

The person in the portrait was none other than Yue Qingchen. His eyes were dim and he stared at the portrait for a long time. He didn't even know when Yue Qingzhou entered the palace.

Yue Qingzhou patted the snowflakes on his body. Seeing that he was so absorbed in looking at the portrait, he hurriedly interrupted Eunuch Liang who was about to speak and signaled him to be silent.

He walked slowly towards the Yueqing River and approached the woman who was looking at the portrait together...

"Isn't this the Nine Emperors Sister?" Yue Qingzhou said in surprise.

Only then did Yue Qinghe realize that he had come to her side at some point. He immediately put the portrait away and gave him a cold look, "You didn't even say a word when you came. It's getting more and more unruly."

Yue Qingzhou's attention was still attracted by the portrait, "Why do you have a portrait of Nine Emperor Sisters?"

"This has nothing to do with you." He was pretty good at painting. Before he was with Yue Qingchen, he drew many portraits of her.

The charm of the painting in my hand is most similar to hers.

Unfortunately, no matter how similar the painting is, it is just a painting after all.

Yue Qingzhou recalled that when he was a child and learned to read together, he learned that his painting skills were very good. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized, "Oh, you drew it yourself. Not to mention, the painting is so lifelike."

"Why did you come to see me?" Yue Qinghe didn't want to talk to him about the portrait, so he took the topic away.

"It's nothing..." Yue Qingzhou would not hide his emotions. He said it was nothing, but his face was full of worries.

The reason was that today was the first day of the lunar month, and he and the princess went into the palace to pay their respects to his mother and concubine.

He and the old Siyue Qingxiao had been raised under the knees of Concubine Yun since they were young, so they naturally regarded her as their mother.

Unexpectedly, she had some thoughts today. Concubine Yun’s maternal family had girls of the right age, and she wanted those girls to enter the palace...

But Concubine Yun did not dare to mention this matter in front of Yue Qinghe, so she pushed Yue Qingzhou to talk about it.

Yue Qingzhou originally thought that it had been several months since Lao Wu ascended the throne, and that he had more than 20 people, with no queen and few concubines, which was indeed abnormal.

As his imperial brother, he sincerely wanted to care about him, but he hesitated when he saw him looking at the portrait of their Nine Emperor Sisters.

And the more he thought about it, the more a terrible thought kept lingering in his mind.

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Yue Qinghe simply stood up and walked towards the inner hall, "Since you have nothing to do, then come and have a few drinks with me."

"Oh, that's fine." Yue Qingzhou responded, and then ordered the servants on the side to tell the princess that he was leaving the palace first. He would have dinner with the emperor before going back.

Charcoal was burning in the hall, and the window was half-opened. Yue Qinghe looked at the falling snow outside the window, and all she could think of was that pink little face.

At this time, she should have arrived in Xihe Country.

I wonder if He Lanyan will treat her well...

Thinking of this, Yue Qinghe felt as if someone had cut out a piece of flesh in her heart.

After drinking a glass of wine, he felt a burning sensation in his throat.

Yue Qingzhou, who was sitting opposite him, saw that he was only drinking and not talking, so he asked tentatively: "I mean, second brother, you are already in your twenties and have been on the throne for several months. Why don't you establish a queen?" of?"

Yue Qinghe raised her eyes to glance at him and gave him more wine, "It's better if you handle the things I have arranged for you well than anything else."

Mentioning this matter, Yue Qingzhou looked at him sadly, "Why do you always arrange so many things for me?"

Yue Qinghe looked at him quietly but said nothing.

Yue Qingzhou thought about the portrait again. After a few glasses of wine, he summoned up the courage to say, "You... don't establish a queen or appoint a concubine. Could it be... because of the Nine Emperor Sisters?"

The person sitting opposite him curled his lips coldly, and there was a sneer in his usually cold eyes, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

In the end, she was pushed away by her own hands.

Hearing this ambiguous answer, Yue Qingzhou looked complicated. He drank another glass of wine, and the guess in his heart became clearer.

……

……

As night fell, Helan Yan came to Suiyin Hall.

When he stepped into her bedroom, he didn't find Qing Shen's figure, so he called the servants beside him.

Huaisang said truthfully: "Your Majesty...she said she is not used to the food delivered from the dining room, so now she has to cook by herself in the small kitchen."

He Lanyan heard this, waved his hand, and Huaisang withdrew from the bedroom.

He forgot that she knew how to cook.

Today Yuli told him that she asked some strange questions.

Let yourself be careful with her, or she will poison you.

He Lanyan only found this idea a bit ridiculous.

When he was in Dongming Country, he revealed his identity early to let her know that she had countless opportunities to poison herself, but she didn't.

How could he possibly kill himself now?

Aunt Liu said that she spent the whole afternoon painting in the dormitory...

He Lanyan walked to the table in the bedroom and saw that the paper on the table was full of portraits.

The person in the painting has long hair tied up. Judging from the face shape and hairstyle, he should be a man, but his facial features are not drawn.

Each of these portraits has a profile, some holding a cup, some holding a long sword, some full body...

None of them have facial features painted on them.

He couldn't help but think of what she said to him last night, she had something in her heart.

This portrait should be the person in her heart...

She didn't dare to draw facial features, for fear of letting herself know who the person in her heart was?

He Lanyan crumpled one of the portraits into a ball, threw it aside, turned and left her bedroom.

……

When Qingchen and Xingxue returned to the dormitory with several plates of her specialty dishes, Huaisang told her that His Majesty had just been here, but for some reason he seemed to have left angrily.

Qingchen walked to the desk and looked at the crumpled portrait on the ground. He suddenly felt that he was really rude.

He messed with her things and crumpled her paintings into this.

She picked up the ball of paper, unfolded it and pressed it with a thick book several times before the wrinkles on it were very shallow.

Then he carefully put away all the portraits.

Her painting skills were not good, she could not outline his charm, and she could not really draw his appearance.

Otherwise, others will know about yourself and him...

Her clear eyes were filled with sadness. Seeing this, Xingxue on the side stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

He knew what she was thinking, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

Qingchen took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine. Let's have a meal. Xingxue, you haven't tried my cooking yet, so come over and eat together."

She calmed down and took Xingxue to eat together.

After eating, she read medical books for a while. It was almost Haishi, but He Lanyan hadn't come yet.

She thought that he would not come tonight, so she put away the medical books and prepared to go to bed.

She could finally sleep on her own bed tonight, instead of sleeping on the chaise longue.

"I see you, Your Majesty." At this time, Huaisang's voice came from outside the door.

When the dormitory door was pushed open and a tall body walked in, Qingchen's pink and tender face immediately sank.