This prince is a little sweet

He was confused for a moment, if nothing had changed, then what had changed?

In the early morning, people are most awake and happy.At this time, a piece of rice paper more than one meter high was erected in front of Xiao Heng. He propped his head with one hand and held a bamboo brush in the other hand, and drew swiftly and swiftly on the thin paper.

Although it seems that he is a little careless and not very serious, it is miraculous that each of his strokes can create a smooth and freehand line, gradually outlining the figure of the person in the painting.

Looking from Xie Yuan's angle, he could just see that this painting of a meticulous beauty is already half-finished.

Although Xiao Heng didn't raise his head, he seemed to know Xie Yuan's arrival.He waved his hand and greeted, "A Yuan, why aren't you sleeping?"

Xie Yuan was attracted by the painting of a beautiful woman. He had seen the person in the painting many times in the past few days, but he still couldn't confirm it. He asked tentatively, "This is...?"

Xiao Heng simply replied: "He Yungui."

Xie Yuan's breathing stagnated, and for a moment he forgot the purpose of his trip to find Xiao Heng. He just stared at the picture and asked, "Why did you draw her?" There was some imperceptible hostility in his tone .

Xiao Heng tilted his head slightly, his loose black hair lay on the rice paper, like splashed ink.He looked at Xie Yuan slightly from the corner of his eye, and then said with a light smile: "What about her, don't forget, she is still your mother anyway."

The word "mother" stung Xie Yuan a bit, he turned his head away, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally gave up, without saying a word, just lowered his eyes, looking very impatient.

Xiao Heng grinded the grind slowly, and said lightly: "A Yuan, although I know that you will be unhappy if I say this, I still have to say it. After all, Concubine Yun was quite misunderstood by the world back then. Many, now that so many years have passed, the dead come first, and it is time to give her a decent ending. After I finish this painting, you can go to her burial tomb with me and burn it for her. It can be regarded as a gift for her Consolation."

Xie Yuan was a little reluctant, raised his eyebrows, then sneered, and said, "Misunderstanding? I would like to know, which one is a misunderstanding? Falling in love with my brother-in-law, giving birth to me and then taking me into the sea of ​​fire, betraying my own Friends killed an entire tribe again, which of these is not true?"

Holding the bamboo brush, Xiao Heng slowly moved downwards, drawing He Yungui's black hair hanging down. The person in the painting, the color increased by three points, Xiao Hengdun gathered the sleeves with the brush, I looked at the painting with satisfaction, and then said: "I knew that you probably believed what Ya Tumu said. But in the final analysis, once a person has a position, he can no longer believe what he says. He only told you that Emperor Yong'an fell in love with Concubine Yun and married, but he didn't tell you that Emperor Yong'an held the world in his hands and wanted a woman's submission. If you really have any ambiguous feelings for Emperor Yong'an or regard a man as your stepping stone, why run away? You know, no matter whether it is feelings or status, what Emperor Yong'an can give her will be the best."

After speaking, Xiao Heng paused for a few breaths, dipped in the ink, concentrated on outlining the pattern of He Yungui's clothes in the painting, and then said: "Besides, in my opinion, it may not be that Concubine Yun herself wanted to escape. After all, for so many years, not only the Central Plains has the ambition to annex the Liao people, but the Liao people are also coveting the prosperous Central Plains. If you can take away Emperor Yong'an's favorite concubine, you have an excellent bargaining chip in your hand If Emperor Yong'an doesn't move, he will be restrained everywhere. Splashing dirty water is what the Liao people are best at, and it is not impossible for Yatumu to lure or even force Concubine Yun to escape."

As he spoke, Xiao Heng raised his hand again, thought for a while, and then solemnly wrote down the pen. After two taps of ink in an extremely chic manner, Concubine Yun in the painting had a pair of autumn-like eyes, and the whole painting Suddenly alive.

He turned his head to look at Xie Yuan, and saw that his expression didn't seem to fluctuate, so he continued: "Where can I find the clouds in the sky. This is what the literati wrote for her when she was young." Poetry. She was once a well-known Jiangnan famous jì, with an arrogant heart and unparalleled talent, but her career was delayed by the dust."

"Later, when she met Prince Duan, she fell in love with him at first sight and made a private decision for life. King Duan disregarded the criticism of the entire royal family and married her, and for this reason gave up the position of prince. To her, King Duan was probably the most important thing in her life. the most important person in the world.”

"It's just that no matter how famous a name is, it can't match the vulgar gaze. Since I have been at the bottom, I will naturally be looked down upon by many people. Those rotten scholars who are idle and panic will write a few ironic poems for her every now and then. , accused her of bringing disaster to the country and the people. But, so what if you look down on her?"

"I still remember that when the Great Qin Dynasty destroyed the country, those spotless and elegant gentlemen who once criticized her, all of them were busy cursing the new emperor. In the end, it was a weak woman who jumped from the top of the city tower. Only then can people see the integrity of Daqin. A beauty in a prosperous age, who sleeps with the country, who can refute these two words of greeting to her?"

Xiao Heng stopped the pen in his hand, laughed at himself, and said: "Anyway, in the final analysis, I think she is much stronger than me."