Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

When Xiao Yantai came in with a washbasin, he saw his Highness smiling at the portrait again, and he was no stranger to him in comparison.

After calmly clearing away the snack plates on the table, Xiao Yantai went to help An Xining change his clothes.

"What's the matter today, Your Highness?"

An Xining couldn't stop smiling, glanced at him and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Xiao Yantai lowered his head to fasten the buttons for him: "Little Yantai has served His Highness for many years, so His Highness naturally understands what's on his mind."

An Xining laughed loudly: "You little slave really know how to read words and expressions. That's right, His Highness is indeed in a good mood today."

Xiao Yantai also relaxed after hearing the words, and said with a smile: "I don't know why Your Highness is so happy today?"

An Xining tidied up his sleeves, and said in a fake way: "Because a little mouse who cheated came to the room of His Highness, and was caught by His Highness."

Xiao Yantai was at a loss, what is there to be happy about the rats in this room, is this the difference between a slave and a master?

"Your Highness, why don't we change rooms."

"Why do you want to change it?" An Xining looked at the small inkstone rather puzzled, and then waved his hand, "No change, no change, my highness will not go anywhere in the northern camp except for this piece of land. "

His Royal Highness was determined not to move his nest, and the small inkstone could not be forced, so he had to take advantage of An Xining's spare time to clean the room inside and out, not to mention the mouse hole, there was not even a mouse hair, could it be that he was caught by His Highness last night? Did the one I lived in accidentally break in?

The small inkstone on this side is wondering secretly in the room, while Zihua on the other side has folded the flower branch in his hand in the painting.

If you dare to say that this fairy is a mouse, then this fairy will let you know who is the real mouse.

In a good mood, An Xining ran to the martial arts arena to compete with a group of soldiers in riding and shooting.

He was dressed in riding attire, with all his hair tied into a golden crown, long boots with narrow sleeves, and a bunt tightly fastened by a palm-sized girdle. His tall but graceful back slid smoothly into the girdle, making him look like a Slender but not thin, his figure between a young man and a young man is full of vigor and vitality, and the bright smile on his face makes people jealous.

Under him is a sturdy Tayan Wuzhui, with a long and flowing mane, with a faint luster, piercing eyes, long and strong hooves, one can tell that it is a thousand-mile horse.

An Xining patted Ta Yan's neck: "Xiao Hei, have you seen the pony next to you? As long as you win against them, I will cook black beans for you at night."

Ta Yan snorted in dissatisfaction, apparently displeased that An Xining compared him to those poor horses, kicked his hooves on the ground a few times, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With an order, the racehorses on the field shot forward like an arrow off the string.

Xiao Hei took the lead and quickly took the lead among all the horses.

Passing by the archery target, An Xining plucked his feathers and strung the string, and shot three arrows, all of which hit hearts, and applauded from all around.

At the end of the match, An Xining naturally became the biggest winner, and was very proud of being dragged by a group of soldiers to ask for advice on archery.

After such a day, An Xining was already exhausted. After washing, he put away the scroll on the wall, put it in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Zizi painted it, what he saw was An Xining sleeping soundly with his hands and feet tightly wrapped around the scroll, his head rubbing against the scroll, with a smirk on his face, how stupid he looked.

The disgust in Zi Hua's eyes is even stronger, for some reason, every time he hears him calling his name in his dream, he feels annoyed and annoyed, and he is completely different from his usual calm and self-possessed self.

He didn't know what the reason was, so he simply didn't think about it, but he didn't look good towards An Xining.

After searching in the room for a while, I saw a good set of the Four Treasures of the Study in the corner of the cabinet. It was brand new and had never been used at first glance. It was just someone wiped it frequently to prevent dust from falling.

Seeing such a good thing but being shelved by An Xining, Zi Hua murmured in his heart that he was a reckless man, and walked over to polish the ink calmly.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, the nib of the pen was slightly stained with ink. After thinking for a while, Zi Hua turned and walked towards the bed.

The wet pen tip touched his face, but An Xining didn't notice it, and obediently let Zi Hua splash ink on his face.

It wasn't until the last stroke was made that Zihua finished the brushwork with an unsatisfactory expression on his face. He stood up and admired it carefully, the more satisfied he looked.

Facing An Xining, he said: "This is the calligraphy treasure that I left for you. No one else can ask for it. You should cherish it."

Like a child who has successfully played a prank, Zihua returned to the painting after returning the pen and ink to their original positions.

He didn't know that An Xining knew of his existence long ago, and that's why he punished him so unscrupulously. In normal times, with his temperament, he would never do such a childish thing, especially when facing someone who is not acquaintance.

An Xining locked the door before going to bed last night, fearing that when Zi Hua appeared, Xiao Yantai would break in and hit him, so when he woke up, there was no one in the room.

When he got up to open the door, he passed the bronze mirror, and saw that his face was black. An Xining hurriedly stood in front of the mirror and took a closer look.

It turned out to be a lifelike big mouse!Bean eyes, hemp rope tails, and even a few beards are carefully outlined.

An Xining couldn't help but laugh, thinking of what he said yesterday morning, he probably heard Quan Zihua, so he came to revenge. He never knew that Zihua was so cute when he was narrow-minded.

Looking at the portrait full of pampering, An Xining decided to wash off the rats on his face first. Although it was left to him by Zihua, if he went out with this face on his face, his reputation as the Fifth Highness would be estimated. But it's about to sweep the floor.

After tidying up, An Xining carried the scroll behind his back, led out Ta Yan, and rode out of Beiying.

Seeing that it was the Fifth Prince coming out, the soldiers guarding the camp did not dare to stop them, and all knelt down to salute.

An Xining didn't care about them either, and now he just wanted to find a place to make it clear to Zi Hua.

In his last life, he read Zihua's portrait for two whole months before he got Zihua's response. He walked out of the painting in the moonlight, dressed in white clothes, with a face as plain as water.

Although he has an expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away, he has the urge to pull him into the mortal world, wanting to see him cry, see him laugh, and see him fascinated by himself.

An Xining admitted that when he saw Zihua for the first time, he was more amazed and had the urge to take him as his own. It had nothing to do with love at all, but just lust... lust.

After two years of getting along day and night, this feeling changed without realizing it. Zihua affected his emotions more and more, and became his weakness more and more. This feeling was frightening, and he began to repel it in his heart. .

At this time, Li Simi was stuffed into his mansion by his good second brother. Li Simi was bright and enthusiastic, and depended on him wholeheartedly, completely different from Zihua's indifference, and would not make him feel scared and unable to be himself, so he fell into a trap. went in.

However, he never expected that Zihua would be so decisive. After he empathized, he took his child back to Huahua, and for the next three years, he never saw him again.

During those three years, An Xining suffered from pain, repented and complained, but Zi Hua never looked back.

It wasn't until that arrow shot into his heart, and the past flashed before his eyes like a cloud of smoke, Zihua's smile, Zihua's pride, Zihua's determination, and Zihua's hatred, that he knew that that person had passed in his heart. Everything, however, he also destroyed everything that he had originally.

So in this life, he felt that he would not allow himself to repeat the same mistakes.

But what surprised him was that there seemed to be slight changes in the history of this life. For example, he never entered the North Camp in the previous life, and Zihua never made such a joke with him, but it happened in this life. The only thing that comforts him is that Zihua is still there.

So he didn't want to wait any longer, he didn't want to have troubles in the future, only when he hugged Zi Hua in his arms could he feel at ease.

An Xining came to a small stream, tied Tayan to a tree and let it graze, then sat down on a rock beside the stream.

Opening the picture scroll, the man in white inside made his heart palpitate. He had a thousand words to say, but when he was really facing him, he couldn't say anything.

An Xining still decided to hide what happened in his previous life, and he spoke after a long time before saying: "Zi Hua, I know that you really exist, and I can hear what I say, and I know that what happened recently is related to you. We get along day and night. For more than a month, I miss you every day, look forward to you, and you know that I want to come, I don't ask you for anything in return..."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and continued with a bright face: "Of course it's best if you are willing to pay back. I'm just a warrior, and I can't say anything touching, but I can swear that as long as you can talk to me Together, life after life, life after life, I will treat you well and not let you suffer any grievances. So Zihua, can you come out and see me?"

An Xining was full of expectations, his heart was pounding like a deer, excitement, anxiety, excitement and other emotions mixed together, making him restless.

The wind blew past, and there was a tinge of coolness in early autumn, but after two hours passed, there was no movement on the painting, and An Xining's heart gradually cooled down.

With a wry smile, he rolled up the painting: "Zihua, it seems that you still don't want to come out to see me. It's okay, I can continue to wait until you are willing to come out to see me."

Riding on Tayan, An Xining casually walked back.

We passed a forest on the road, the leaves had lost their greenness in summer, and were a little golden red, which was not a pleasant feeling.

Suddenly, Ta Yan neighed, and he stomped on the horse's hooves and refused to move forward. An Xining hurriedly pulled the reins to stabilize the horse under him, and his expression couldn't help becoming serious.

Ta Yan is quite human. Although he has a little temper on weekdays, he never loses his temper at critical moments. In this situation, there must be an ambush in the forest.

Sure enough, an arrow feather pierced through the air and shot straight at his face. An Xining dodged sideways, but more arrow feathers followed.

An Xining parried left and right, but he was not injured. He saw a figure flashing in all directions, so he abandoned Ta Yan and flew up. When he swung his sword down, he had already ended the life of a man in black.

Several other men in black came out when they saw that their deeds had been revealed. There were four in total, each of whom was a master.

An Xining struggled to cope. A man in black accidentally injured his arm, and while he was in pain, the scroll on his back was picked up and dropped to the ground.

Seeing that the scroll was stained with dust and was about to be trampled by the man in black, An Xining's eyes turned red, and he strenuously stepped forward to kill the man in black, and rolled the scroll into his arms.

Only now did he let go of the heart that had been hanging over him. The joy of finding it again made him forget that he was in a dangerous situation. It was not until the wind came from behind his ears that An Xining turned his head and saw that a cold blade had been delivered to him. in front of him.