Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

It didn't take long for Xiaoer to serve all the food and wine. I have to say that the fame of Juxian Tower is not for nothing.

A table of wine and dishes, meat and vegetables are prepared, everything is exquisite and delicious, not inferior to the royal chef in the palace, but because of the bold ingredients, it is a little more novel.

Because An Xining was in a good mood, he naturally ate more, and he did not refuse Xiang Daocai's frequent toasts.

When he was drinking, Xiang Dao took the opportunity to say: "Fifth Young Master, thanks to your help this time, my Xiang family was saved from being imprisoned. I am really grateful."

An Xining tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, so as not to look too anxious. He said modest words, but he was already yelling frantically in his heart: Xiang Daocai, quickly hand over my Zihua.

Xiang Daocai was also unambiguous, picked up the scroll from his side, and solemnly handed it to An Xining with both hands: "I am ashamed to say that I have no permanent wealth in my lower body, and there is really nothing to sell at home, only a piece left by my grandfather. This ancient painting is still of some value, I hope Fifth Young Master will not dislike it."

"Master Xiang is really polite."

An Xining took the scroll, feeling the joy of finding it again.

When it was opened, a young man appeared vividly on the paper, only outlined in plain ink, but extremely vivid.

His brows are cold, his body is slender, and he is dressed in white clothes like a fairy.

Looking closely at the corners of the eyes, it seems that they are upturned. At first glance, there seems to be warmth between the brows, but when you look at it again, it is deserted, which makes people dare not be profane.

An Xining's fingers lingered on the face of the person in the painting, and it seemed that there was still a warm touch in a trance.

Swipe down, but there is a small chubby figure missing in the lower right corner of the painting.

Everything is really back to the far point, Zi Hua, this time I will never let you down.

Xiang Daocai was watching An Xining's expression carefully, seeing that his expression was serious and did not seem to be fake, he was slightly relieved.

"Fifth Young Master, do you still like it?"

"I like it, this hall likes it very much."

An Xining rolled up the painting, rejected the little inkstone who came forward to help, and took the painting in his hand.

Then he raised his head and said solemnly: "Master Xiang gave such a valuable gift to this hall. This hall is very grateful. If there is anything to help in the future, this hall will do our best."

His promise is very heavy, and on the surface it is just words of gratitude, but under careful consideration, there is no lack of wooing.

Although An Xining is still just a prince, the prince standing behind him is the future emperor of Great Xia.

Xiang Daocai immediately knelt on the ground: "I am afraid, I dare not talk too much about Your Highness."

He was too straightforward in his refusal, but An Xining also knew his temperament, if a promise could win him over, then Xiang Daocai would not be Xiang Daocai, let alone worth his trouble to win him over.

After laughing a few times, An Xining personally helped Xiang Daocai up: "Master Xiang, why bother to perform such a great gift, this hall doesn't ask you to do anything, come, come, let's continue drinking."

Xiang Dao just got up, and the wine table became lively again.

Back in the palace, An Xining sent Xiao Yantai and the others away, and hid in the room by himself and opened the scroll.

No matter how you look at it, how you like it, peeking around, confirming that there is no one there, quickly lowered your head and kissed the painting, and then giggled.

"Zi Hua, Zi Hua, you have finally returned to my side."

The more An Xining thought about it, the sweeter and happier she was. She fell into the bed with the scroll in her arms, kissed the scroll a few more times, and finally cuddled together quietly with her eyes closed and satisfied.

Xiao Yantai felt that His Royal Highness was very strange recently. He was obsessed with the painting Master Xiang gave him. He watched it while eating, hugged it when he slept, and even hung it where he could see it when he took a bath.

And that painting is completely taboo, except for His Highness himself, no one else can touch it at all.

A few days ago, a little maid was ignorant and moved the painting on the desk that His Highness put on the desk. As a result, when His Highness came back that afternoon, he lost his temper and punished the little maid five times. Trembling, the atmosphere was oppressive, and no one dared to touch the painting since then.

Of course, there is no chance to meet it, because His Highness has been carrying it with him every day since that day, and he didn't even take it off when he was interviewed.

Rumors gradually arose in the palace, saying that the fifth prince was fascinated by a painting, and he was almost bewildered by not thinking about food and drink all day long.

In the end, the rumor was suppressed by the queen, but the people who said it on the surface disappeared, but there were still a lot of whispers in the dark, and Xiao Yantai couldn't argue with everyone one by one, so anxious that people almost suffered a circle However, the person involved didn't care about it, and continued to go his own way, and even intensified, often talking to himself and calling Zihua to the man in white in the painting.

I am really anxious to die of his loyal little eunuch.

It was night, in Hui'an Palace, the queen removed the dragon robe for Emperor Mingde and hung it on a hanger.

It is said that looking at a beauty under the light, the color is three points beautiful.

The queen is a beauty, and at this time, under the flickering candlelight, it adds a bit of charm.

Although she is over forty years old, she has been well maintained and has a natural oval face with firm and smooth skin, making her look more than ten years younger than her actual age.

She was also born in a scholarly family, and she is the daughter of the great scholar Ye Zhaoting. She has read poetry and books since she was a child, and she has a bookish air in her body.

After marrying Emperor Mingde, she held a high position all year round, and her grace and demeanor were not comparable to ordinary ladies.

Emperor Mingde was delighted to see her, and seeing her gentle gestures, he couldn't help becoming interested, picked up the queen and walked towards the bed.

After an upheaval, the queen quietly nestled beside Emperor Mingde.

"Zitong, have you heard about Ning'er?"

"Why do you bother to ask, Your Majesty, knowing that the rumors were suppressed by the courtiers and concubines."

The queen cast a coquettish look, which made Emperor Mingde laugh heartily: "Okay, I'm not teasing you, but have you asked Ning'er about this?"

"How could I not have asked," the queen sighed leisurely, "but he insisted that nothing happened, he only acted like this because he was very happy with the painting, so what can the concubine do?"

The empress looked worried. She had a smooth life. Before she got married, she was cared by her parents, and after she got married, she was cared for by her husband. How many women would not envy her.

If there was anything to worry about, then An Xining was the only one.

She and Emperor Mingde have been spoiled by people since they were young. They are not good at poetry and books, but they like to dance with guns and sticks. They can do everything according to their own temperament. .

"Zitong is nothing more than worried. Maybe Ning'er just had a whim, so let's forget it."

Emperor Mingde rubbed his lips against the queen's temples, comforting her softly.

The queen's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she feigned anger and pushed Emperor Ming De: "I'm serious with Your Majesty."

"Zitong thinks I'm not serious now?"

The queen held down his fidgeting hand and said: "That day I saw that Ning'er was in good spirits, and she seemed to be quite sensible, so I didn't pursue this matter."

"Zitong is thoughtful, why not ask Ming'er to find out Ning'er's tone tomorrow, so that you can be completely at ease."

"That's good too." The queen said thoughtfully.

"The night is long, Zitong is not as good as us..."

"Your Majesty..." the queen scoffed.

A room of spring.

The prince really went to An Xining's Zhengyang Hall on the second day.

Xiao Yantai was arranging his highness's clothes, last night An Xining looked at the painting and giggled for a long time, so he got up late today.

The two brothers had a good relationship since childhood, and the prince was not as polite as others, so he went directly to An Xining's bedroom.

"I have seen His Royal Highness."

Xiao Yantai had sharp eyes and immediately knelt down to salute.

"Exemption."

Xiao Yantai got up to leave, and went outside to order the maids to prepare tea.

When An Xining first saw the prince coming in, he was very pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Brother Huang, why do you have time to come to my palace today?"

The corner of the prince's mouth was smiling, and his eyes skipped over his blue eyes meaningfully: "Come and see if my good brother is fascinated by beauty."

He looks like the empress, with delicate features and gentle eyebrows. Even when he says teasing words, he doesn't make people feel frivolous, on the contrary, he feels close to him.

But An Xining knew that his imperial brother didn't look so soft and easy to pinch on the outside, he had a lot of bad water in his stomach, and his favorite thing was to choke him with words.

Sure enough, seeing his tangled face and keeping his mouth shut, the prince was very happy.

He raised his legs and walked to the grand teacher's chair and sat down. He was slender and had a leisurely attitude. When he leaned back on the chair, he became a scene of his own.

An Xining sat down and asked, "Brother Huang, did your mother ask you to ask?"

"No."

The prince's index finger slid on the teacup sent by the small inkstone, and when An Xining looked over in doubt, he kindly explained: "Father asked me to ask."

"Father?"

An Xining's expression was speechless, when would his father, who is always busy with everything, care about these trivial matters.

"Royal father is worried that you will be addicted to painting all day long, wasting your time and wasting your martial arts, which will cause rumors in the palace and will harm your reputation."

An Xining touched the tip of his nose, as a default.

The prince continued: "Fifth brother, you are an adult, and you must not act recklessly in everything. Although the court seems to be calm, there are dark waves, and you must guard against it. You and I are brothers and sisters, so we should stay together and help each other. Now the emperor only wants you to become king smoothly, so before that, you must not make any mistakes."

"Brother Huang, I know that I caused a lot of trouble by relying on my mother and you in the past, and I didn't know how to cherish it, so that..."

As a result, he made a big mistake, but after his death, he has understood a lot, such as the guilt towards his father and brother, such as his feelings for Zi Hua.

"... From now on, I will definitely correct my mistakes. Of course, I can't do it right now, and I still need to remind you more."

Satisfaction flashed in the prince's eyes: "Fifth brother has grown up indeed. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it. It is a good start if you have this awareness. The reason why your father has not crowned you king for a long time is because you have not made military achievements. I'm afraid that you won't be able to block the mouths of many people, but on the other hand, it's because of your temper that you want to practice hard."

"Father has a heart."

"Well," the prince nodded, and after pondering for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at An Xining, "Recently, the spies I placed in the Xiao Clan received news that your chance has come."