Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

When An Xining woke up the next day, he felt dizzy and dizzy. He sat on the bed in a daze, bowed his head without saying a word, and kept kneading his temples with his thumbs. He didn't even notice the small inkstone coming in.

"Your Highness, what's the matter with you, but what's wrong with you, why don't Xiao Yantai invite Imperial Physician Qian to come over for you?"

"No need." An Xining still lowered his head, "It's just that I had nightmares last night and couldn't sleep well."

What he didn't tell Xiao Yantai was that at the beginning of last night, he had been having sweet dreams. He went boating on the lake with Zihua. .

The soft and pink lips were attached to his mouth, with a faint fragrance, which made him unable to resist taking it into his mouth and tasting it continuously.

However, for some reason, when the screen changed, he was thrown into the icy and snowy land. Not only was the cold wind biting his bones inside, but also ferocious beasts chasing and biting him, which made him in agony.

However, he couldn't wake up, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. What's even more strange was that when the beast in the dream bit him, he could feel the pain in his body and the numbness after the blood flowed out of his body. so real.

Recalling yesterday's dream, An Xining shivered uncontrollably, looking anxiously at the small inkstone on one side, he suggested: "Your Highness, why don't you light some soothing incense in your room tonight to help you sleep. "

An Xining refused without even thinking about it. What Zihua hates most is those incense and pink ones.

As time went by, An Xining didn't touch those things anymore, anyway, he was always with those sweaty generals, so he couldn't afford these elegance.

Furthermore, although Zihua doesn't use these spices, it has a cold fragrance, which is clear and long-lasting, which is very nice. An Xining is used to the smell on his body, so he is even less interested in those spices.

He had also curiously asked Zi Hua why he had a scent on him, but he dismissed him by saying that he had lived in a flower garden all year round, perhaps because he was infected with the scent of flowers.

Later, he didn't bother with this issue any more, but the habit of not liking spices was still there after all. It was usually tolerable in other palaces, but in his own palace, he never allowed spices to appear.

Getting off the bed, An Xining habitually opened his hands: "Little inkstone, please wait for His Highness to change clothes."

As a result, after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the little inkstone's response, so he turned his head to look strangely, and saw the little slave standing there with his mouth open and his face beaming with joy.

An Xining was speechless, thinking that this little slave, Xu Shi, was frightened by his mother yesterday, he was stupid before, but now he is dumb, what should he do in the future?

Thinking of this, An Xining looked at the little inkstone with sympathy.

Of course, Xiao Yantai didn't know that His Royal Highness had made up so much, and looked at An Xining excitedly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, your mouth is healed!"

An Xining sighed, it's okay to be stupid, now he has stuttering problems, wouldn't this make things worse?

Wait, An Xining opened his eyes wide, "You think His Highness's mouth is ready?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Yantai nodded like a pest, then took the bronze mirror from the case and handed it to An Xining.

Looking at the handsome face in the mirror that had returned to its original state, An Xining couldn't help but cry up to the sky. He finally had the face to see his wife again, and his life was immediately filled with sunshine.

Xiao Yantai also followed suit: "I never thought that Imperial Physician Qian's medical skills are so brilliant, it's almost cured by medicine, His Highness should reward him well."

"Reward! Of course I want a reward!" An Xining nodded solemnly. Imperial Physician Qian has made a great contribution to his lifelong happiness, so how could he not give him a reward?

After pondering for a moment, An Xining said: "Go and take out the pair of celadon with thin-bodied copper and sea-pattern background from my warehouse, and you will send it to the imperial hospital to Imperial Physician Qian."

"Yes, the slave obeys."

In the afternoon of that day, An Xining asked for an order to go back to Beiying. The Queen believed the words of Imperial Physician Qian and was worried that the food in the barracks would not be clean. Xining.

Since this little eunuch was selected by the queen, he naturally has a good way of cooking. Not only did An Xining enjoy his dinner, but he also prepared some snacks for him at night.

At midnight, Zi Hua came out as usual, cast a mocking glance at An Xining, and started to move around on his own.

He lived in the painting all the year round, and he has long since ignored worldly affairs. The last time he came to this mortal world was thousands of years ago.

At that time, Zihua was not in the painting, but in a paradise forest, which was isolated from the world, and the quilt painting had a formation, and ordinary people could not get close at all.

Later, he inadvertently broke into a young man. After seeing Zihua, he was shocked and fell in love with him unconsciously.

After returning home, the young man still couldn't forget his love, thinking about it day and night, so he drew a portrait of Zihua and hung it in his room to watch every day, so as to relieve the pain of lovesickness. Died before the portrait.

Later, the Jade Emperor learned about this, and although he knew that Zihua was not to blame for the death of the young man, I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. After all, the young man lost his life because of Hua, and Zihua could not escape responsibility .

In order to cut off this karmic fate, Zihua asks himself to be trapped in the painting, and if there is no true love who misses each other day and night, he will not be allowed to come out of the painting.

However, he waited for thousands of years, but he was always freed from the painting, except...

Zi Hua looked at An Xining on the bed with disgust in his eyes, why is he such a reckless man?

Liao Pao sat down at the table, and on it was a plate of water chestnut osmanthus sugar cake, which was soft and glutinous, and looked very attractive.

Although Zihua has already bigu, but still can not resist the temptation of delicious food, especially some delicious desserts.

His finger touched the pastry and then retracted, taking it without saying it was a thief, Zihua has a long-standing obsession with etiquette.

But... his eyes slipped back to the plate, the dessert really looked delicious.

Zihua is really entangled, he can't have both, it's really frustrating.

Even An Xining who was on the bed was hated, it was this person who took the snack and refused to eat it, and still put it here to tempt him, it was simply despicable.

But I am generous, I don't care about you as a mortal, just eat a few snacks from you as your apology.

Zi Hua found an excuse for herself, and her mood immediately improved. She picked up a piece of pastry with her slender fair fingers, and slowly put it into her mouth, as gracefully as tasting fairy tea.

One by one, the snacks on the plate disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, until there were only three left, and Zi Hua stopped his hand with still unsatisfied intentions, turned around and returned to the painting.

In the early morning, Xiaoyantai came in to help An Xining get up, and he saw the almost empty dessert plate on the table with a wrong eye.

I wondered why His Highness, who usually doesn't like sweets, had such a good appetite last night, but after thinking about it, maybe it was because the eunuch sent by the queen was so good at cooking that His Highness liked it so much.

After sending the plate to the outer room, Xiao Yantai turned around to wake An Xining up.

For several days in a row, the snacks sent were almost wiped out. Xiao Yantai was delighted but also a little strange. His Highness's taste has become too strange recently. No matter what he liked before or what he didn't like, everyone came here. Don't refuse, is that little father-in-law really so good at craftsmanship?

So one day after dinner, Xiao Yantai asked specially: "What snacks does Your Highness want to eat tonight, Xiao Yantai will go and tell the prince to make it."

An Xining was careless, he didn't even pay attention to whether he had snacks on weekdays, so he didn't care whether he had snacks tonight.

"Let's avoid it tonight, no need to waste ingredients."

"But..." Xiao Yantai hesitated, seeing An Xining looking over suspiciously, he groaned, "On weekdays, His Highness has snacks, but tonight, I'm afraid that His Highness will be hungry."

An Xining looked puzzled, he had never eaten snacks at night, how could Xiao Yantai say that.

He wouldn't doubt that Xiao Yantai would lie to him, but he was sure that no one came to his room at night, otherwise how could he not be found out for several nights.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Xiao Yantai: "Tonight, prepare another plate of snacks for His Highness, and send them to the room later."

"Yes."

An Xining closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep, but until the third watch, the room was still quiet.

Suddenly a breeze blew in the room, and An Xining felt surrounded by a burst of familiar fragrance, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell into a dream.

When I woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the sun slanted in through the window, casting a layer of golden light on the room.

An Xining's first reaction was to get up and look at the dim sum on the table, only to see that there were only a few chestnut flour cakes lying on the plate that was still full last night.

Looking around, neither the door nor the window had been pried.

Thinking of the fragrance she smelled before going to bed last night, An Xining only felt her heart beating.

How could he have forgotten that besides himself, there was another Zihua in this room. Zihua liked desserts and sweets the most, almost to the point of making them his staple food. did not succeed.

If it is really a sub-painting...

An Xining didn't dare to think deeply, walked quickly to the front of the painting and stood still, his eyes followed Sha's fingers down inch by inch, and finally stopped between the fingers of the person in the painting, where a little yellowish powder remained.

When the guess was confirmed, An Xining almost laughed three times, God really treated him kindly.

Excited, he was going to call Zi Hua out loud, but he stopped after thinking about it. With Zi Hua's temperament, if he is called now, he will definitely not come out to meet people, so it is better to seduce him slowly with snacks It's been a long time, are you still afraid that we won't be able to meet each other in the future?

An Xining thought about the small calculations in his heart, but he forgot that there is a saying that heaven fails to fulfill people's wishes. If you want to win the hearts of immortals, it must be far from enough to rely on snacks.

The road is long and long, and he will search up and down.