The whole world is taking my CP wrong

Such as? Moon Pavilion, the No. [-] brothel in Haiyue Mansion.

Ordinary brothels and gardens are all prosperous at night and deserted during the day. After all, there are not many people who go to have fun during the day.However, this is like Yuege Pavilion, a small three-story building surrounded by carved railings and painted buildings. During the daytime, there is a lot of traffic, and there is an endless stream.

There are still a lot of people wandering around the door, Jin Ziwan saw that they were all holding scrolls in their hands, presumably all of them were holding their own paintings to try their luck and see if they could meet Han Huan.

However, looking at their resentful faces, they must have returned in vain.

For example, there is a small table set up on the right side of the gate of the Moon Pavilion, on which are placed pens, inks, papers and inkstones, presumably to allow people to paint on the spot.

Jin Ziwan's eyes? There are some doubts about the truth: "Are you? Really? Going to paint?"

No way.

"Since she said that everything in the world can be painted, then of course I can paint anything." Gu Zhaohong said, "You might as well give it a try. If it fails, you can just find another painter."

Jin Ziwan narrowed his eyes: "What are you planning?"

There is comfort in Gu Zhaohong's eyes, the feeling that someone knows his every move is really joyful.

He pulled Jin Ziwan, and walked straight without hesitation. He arrived at the small table where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed. Behind the small table was a turtle slave like "Moon Pavilion". The two of them looked like crown jades and were dressed luxuriously, and they quickly laughed together: "The two masters are also here to find Miss Han Huan?"

Gu Zhaohong nodded: "If I want to see you? Miss Jiahanhuan, do you want to draw a picture?"

"That's natural," Gui Nu nodded again and again, "We have prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones for you in Ruyue Pavilion, and you two can use them as you like!"

"Then thank you."

After Gu Zhaohong finished speaking, he blinked his left eye at Jin Ziwan: "Grind ink for me?"

If Lu Duoyu was still here? His eyebrows would probably stand on end.

Give it back to you? Grinding the ink, the emperor asked the governor to grind the ink, but the governor didn't grind it!

But Jin Ziwan had him in his heart, so he was naturally willing to do things for him, let alone study ink.As soon as Gu Zhaohong finished speaking, he stretched out his plain white slender wrist from his bright red sleeve, and touched the inkstone and ink ingot with his thin fingers. Pick up the ink ingot, dip it in water, and grind it lightly. Although this action is pleasing to the eye, it is very jerky. The main performance is that? After pouring too much water, the ink ingot is still quite thin after grinding for a long time.

Gu Zhaohong couldn't help laughing: "First time grinding ink?"

Governor Jin didn't feel ashamed at all, and took it for granted: "Of course, others have always rubbed ink with me."

He can always hit Gu Zhaohong's heart directly without realizing it.

No matter how much Jin Ziwan used to be a person whom many people would avoid or kneel down to please, now he is his own, he will cry in front of himself, he will coax each other, and he will subconsciously like a kitten Acting like a baby is the same, and I will be more willing to add fragrance to my own ink research.

If he loves someone, he will really? He will give his heart completely without concealment, and his heart and eyes will be all about him.

Gu Zhaohong laughed lowly, thinking that meeting him was a gift from heaven.

While he was thinking about it, Jin Ziwan finally ground the ink to thicken it, and pushed in Gu Zhaohong's direction: "Draw quickly."

The implication is, let me see you? What can I draw?

Gu Shaoxia smiled, reached out and dipped the wolf brush in ink, and wrote in the anticipation of everyone.

Many people joined in the fun, seeing him as a gentleman, nine out of ten he would be selected by Han Huan, so naturally they all gathered around to see for themselves? See what a stunning painting he will draw.

I saw Gu Shaoxia raised the pen with his wrist hanging, and the stroke was smooth and uninterrupted, splashing a wolf's hair in the middle of a piece of rice paper.

Jin Ziwan burst out laughing.

Surrounding audience: "..."

The tortoise slave was also stunned: "This, this... this master, don't you want to joke with the little one!"

Gu Zhaohong inscribed his own name, and after the ink marks dried, he rolled up the scroll and handed it to Gui Nu: "I never joked with you, you? Send this painting to you? Miss Han Huan is gone."

The tortoise slave knew that this would never fall into Han Huan's eyes, but he didn't want to offend Gu Zhaohong and the others, so he gritted his teeth and sent the scroll to Ru Yue Pavilion.

Jin Ziwan was completely convinced by Gu Shaoxia: "The world-shocking painting is really a world-shocking painting."

Gu Yin put his hand on the side and smiled: "I said earlier, the big brother can also draw a bastard."

On the rice paper, there was a lifelike bastard!

There were rustling sounds from people around, all of which were tongue-smacking sounds.

"This son-in-law's son is so extraordinary, why don't you paint landscapes, paint a bastard..."

"Miss Han Huan doesn't even look down on the paintings of Mr. Chu Dacai, who passed the provincial examination. This person is good. He drew a bastard. I'm afraid he was born. No matter how good he is, he still can't see Han Huan. Girl?!"

"Yeah yeah……"

Also? Some people have a bit of sincerity towards this Han Huan, and feel resentful: "I think this is for Miss Han Huan? Don't take it seriously! It's not good to draw something, but it's obviously insulting to draw a bastard!"

"Who wouldn't say yes!"

Gu Zhaohong shook his head when he heard the words, but did not refute, and asked Jin Ziwan in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Jin Ziwan threw the ink ingot in his hand aside, but there was a half-smile on his face: "The painting? It's pretty good. It looks like it's only lived for a long time? You bastard."

"Then what do you think?" Gu Zhaohong got closer to him again, with a smile in his eyes, "Will Miss Han Huan meet me?"

"nature."

Jin Ziwan raised his eyes and looked at the gate of Ruyue Pavilion. The tortoise slave who just went in to deliver the paintings was staggering out, his face full of panic and disbelief. Know it's done.

The turtle slave came to them and saluted Gu Zhaohong: "Master, Miss Han Huan wants to see you."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

"This this this..."

"It's ridiculous!"

"Could it be...Miss Han Huan doesn't like mountains and rivers, but prefers tortoises?"

The commotion all around has nothing to do with the three of them, Gu Zhaohong said immediately after hearing this: "Then please lead the way."

While Gui Nu was muttering the same words as the people outside, he also respectfully led them towards the Ru Yue Pavilion.

While walking, Gu Zhaohong asked again: "Then you? Guess, why? Why did she meet me?"

Jin Ziwan's eyelids drooped, and there was a sneer on his lips: "If I see it, as long as you write your name, even if you don't draw anything, leave a blank scroll, and Han Huan will meet you as well."

Gu Zhaohong went to hold his hand again, but this time Governor Jin avoided his hand.

The thorny jealousy in his words made Gu Zhaohong feel relieved when he let go of his petty temper. He felt even more cute, and couldn't help the smile on his face: "Are you jealous?"

Governor Jin is cold; "Shut up."

Gu Zhaohong forcibly pulled his hand and held it in his own: "Han Huan is not my girlfriend, you will know after a while."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Jin Ziwan's side face without blinking, his eyes were filled with sweetness from the bottom of his heart: "Now that I have you in my heart, I've already seen pinkness like a dry bone. "

Leaving aside whether these sweet words can coax Lord Governor Jin, what will come later? Gu Yin is already about to vomit, and he misses Deputy Governor Lu very much at this moment.

***

Inside the Imperial Palace

Dasheng's imperial palace is magnificent, covering a vast area, with carved railings and painted buildings, five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, and one pavilion on the first floor. There are even twelve gardens.

In one of the smallest and most remote gardens, there is a lake, which is not big, but the water is clear, and the pavilion in the middle of the lake is also small, but it must be because it is too remote, and it is somewhat dilapidated. The flowers and plants planted in the past, Now? It is dead trees and leaves, and weeds are growing wildly. Looking from a distance, it actually covers most of the lake pavilion.

Just through the gaps between the weeds and dead branches, two figures can be vaguely seen.

"I won the bet."

Xie Guining reached out to pick up the exquisite white-bottomed blue-and-white jug, and poured half a glass of wine into two porcelain cups: "I said, I will win?"

Jing Mo sat across from him, his face slightly cold.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xie Guining didn't feel annoyed, but instead asked, "You? Changed your name to Chengzhong?"

"Catch the wind..."

He grinded these two words back and forth between his lips and teeth, and smiled slightly: "There has never been a trace, why do you work so hard for nothing." Xie Guining shook his head, staring at Jingmo with his eyes, which seemed to be There are thousands of emotions, but in a blink of an eye, it seems that Feihong is stepping on slush, "You? Now? You are more courageous now, and even dare to insinuate Your Majesty."

Jing Mo raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him: "If Xiang Xie insists on thinking like this, I naturally have nothing to do."

He was born deserted, but such a light glance made Xie Guining's heart tense, and he suddenly remembered the place where the lights were shining during the Shangyuan Festival. He looked back from a low place and saw the Jingyu inkstone on the city wall. The bright moon in the lake, the twigs and the thick snow, fall at a glance, and shatter the ground at the touch of a touch. For no reason, there are more entanglements and entanglements of these years.

He said: "Now that you have lost, should you fulfill the bet and follow me from now on?"

Jing Mo smiled suddenly, bright as flowers: "I just break the contract."

Xie Guining: "..."

"The one who keeps the promise? It's always been Jing Yuyan." He glanced at the glass of wine that Xie Guining poured for him, "It's not me."

Xie Guining knew that he would not compromise so easily, otherwise he would not be in the palace, but in the prime minister's mansion.What he said this time was just his daily practice of probing and encircling him, so he didn't expect Jingmo to let it go.

"You really won this game," Jing Mo said, "Your Majesty's interest in Chau Feng is indeed, but the fake is a fake after all. If the real one comes back one day, the fake will no longer have any value."

Xie Guining looked calm: "Is there anything simpler than this?"

Jing Mo raised his eyebrows: "I would like to hear the details."

Xie Guining rolled up his sleeves: "Don't let the original works come back, wouldn't it be fine?"

"What you think is beautiful," Jing Mo sneered upon hearing the words, "it depends on your majesty's obsession with Governor Jin, even if Governor Jin doesn't want to come back, so what? There is no place to stay in the capital, do you really think that you can escape from His Majesty's jurisdiction so easily?"

"There's a saying, it's called the general is outside, and the king's life is not acceptable."

Xie Guining drank the wine in the glass, this wine is not strong, on the contrary, it is mellow and soft, he has never liked strong wine, but only loves the "taste" of delicate fragrance.

"If Your Majesty can lock him in the capital for the rest of his life, it will be safe," Xie Guining refilled his glass of wine, "But who made him let the gold out by himself? Once the phoenix flies, he won't look back."

He pushed the newly added glass of wine to Jing Mo, and said in a calm tone, "Drink."