Gu Pan Lanling

Gu Zimo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Gao Changgong to ask him such a question.

"Yes! As long as you return the letter to me, I can do whatever you want!"

"Anything is fine?" Gao Changgong said, his white long fingers raised Gu Zimo's chin, allowing Gu Zimo's delicate face to appear completely in his line of sight, "Don't forget What you said today."

After finishing the words, Gao Changgong took out a letter from the pillow, the envelope had been opened, but Gu Zimo ignored these details, and reached out and snatched the letter.

He hurriedly opened the envelope, but inside was a picture, and this picture was clearly the ugly picture of Gao Changgong he drew last night! !

"This, is that letter?"

Gu Zimo raised his head from the painting and looked at Gao Changgong with a puzzled expression.

Gao Changgong glanced at the painting lightly, and his tone was understated, without audible emotion, "Since the letter is written to you, I thought, you naturally know what this painting means, but you are here to let me Listen."

"what?"

When Gu Zimo heard this, his face turned pale.

How could he admit that the painting was made by him?

Isn't this self-inflicted? Now it seems that Gao Changgong doesn't know how the letter came from...

Even he was puzzled, he didn't leave the house last night, the palace was heavily guarded, why did his painting get into the envelope, and fell into the hands of Gao Changgong?

It’s really thrilling to think about it. Fortunately, this painting does not clearly say that it is Gao Changgong, but the clothing, face shape and hairstyle are the same as Gao Changgong’s. The facial features are deliberately painted by him to be extremely ugly, so probably Gao Changgong himself can’t detect the person in this painting. It's him.

"Speak, I believe that you will give me a satisfactory explanation."

Gao Changgong's tone was neither sullen nor angry, but with his innate nobility, Gu Zimo's aura of calmness and prestige made Gu Zimo tremble, and he dared not look directly at him with guilt, "This painting... It was probably written by a literati friend Zimo made in the city in the past...Since he didn't leave his name, Zimo didn't dare to say who wrote it..."

"Really?" Gao Changgong's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips curled up suddenly, and he looked at Gu Zimo with a half-smile, "In your opinion, who is the person in this painting?"

"This……"

Although Gao Changgong showed no signs of anger, and even had a faint smile on his face, Gu Zimo still sensed the potential crisis condensed in the air.

Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, he pretended to be ignorant and shook his head, "This, Zimo really doesn't know..."

"You really don't know? But, this king thinks that the people in this painting are quite familiar."

"Is...is that so? Could Your Highness have read it wrong... The facial features of the people in this painting are too exaggerated. How can there be such a look in life? Zimo thought that some friend must have played a prank on Zimo... ..."

"You are right. This king also thinks that this painting is someone's malicious act, and it must be strictly investigated. Since you and this king have thought of going together, I will entrust you to supervise this matter. Within three days, the work will be completed. Bring the person in this painting to this king."

"This……"

"Any questions?"

"No, no problem..."

"Since there is no problem, you can step back."

Gu Zimo saw that Gao Changgong stretched his waist, as if he was going to lie back on the couch to rest. Standing there for a while, his heart felt cold.

After standing for a while, seeing that Gao Changgong didn't want to talk to him anymore, Gu Zimo had no choice but to walk out with the painting.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Gao Changgong slowly opened his closed eyes, turned slightly sideways, glanced at the scattered almond cakes on the ground, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't return to his senses for a long time.

As soon as Gu Zimo returned to his room, the first thing he did was to sell the stolen goods.

He couldn't let Gao Changgong know that he still had several ugly portraits of Gao Changgong.

Even the poems about Gao Changgong's dissatisfaction were burned.

Looking at the black ash in the brazier, Gu Zimo wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's a three-day period, I hope he won't remember anything after three days."

Now he burned all these paintings, he thought that even if Gao Changgong wanted to make a big fuss in three days, he still had room to refute, at worst he just refused to admit it.

Gu Zimo has always been used to communicating with literati. In order to avoid meeting Gao Changgong these days, he locked himself in the room and seldom went out.

Today, seeing that the three-day period has passed, and Gao Changgong didn't send anyone to look for him, he was relieved and planned to go out to get some air.

As soon as he went out, he realized that the snow outside was not as heavy as usual.

The entire palace was covered in a layer of white.

The flowers, plants and trees in the ink garden were all covered with a thick layer.

Seeing the snow-white sky, Gu Zimo's suppressed mood for a long time suddenly relaxed a lot.

After adding a cloak, Gu Zimo was ready to go out for a walk.

Gu Zimo thinks that the Lanling Prince's Mansion wrapped in white snow is extraordinarily beautiful.

The depression of many days, after being released at this time, inspired his childlike innocence.

Regardless of the cold hands, he squatted in the snow and began to pinch the snowman.

After a while, Gu Zimo's hands were frozen red, and his robe was wet with snow.

He didn't mind this at all, and was still immersed in his own fun.

Not far away, Gao Changgong had just returned from the conference hall, when he saw Gu Zimo sniffing coldly stuck in the snow from a distance.

With a light glance, he saw that Gu Zimo was wearing thin clothes, only a layer of snow had fallen on the outer robe he was wearing, and a layer of frost was also on his black hair.

Because Gu Zimo's back was facing him, although Gao Changgong couldn't see Gu Zimo's facial expression at this time, he could clearly see those red ears from the cold.

The pretty sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the steps under his feet were already moving towards where Gu Zimo was.

It wasn't until Gao Changgong got closer that he realized that the smile on Gu Zimo's face was so pure and frank...

It seems that the years have not left any traces on his body.

It seems that he is the innocent child who is ignorant of the world and untainted by the world.

Gao Changgong hadn't seen such a pure smile for more than ten years.

Gu Zimo was concentrating on building a snowman, and he never noticed that someone was approaching him.

Looking at the shape of the snowman he had made, he curled his lips in satisfaction, and now only the last facial features are left.

I raised my eyes and looked around, there it is, the red plum tree is just used to make the snowman's lips, and the branch can be used to make the eyes and nose...

With a goal in mind, Gu Zimo got up and walked towards the red plum beside the waterside pavilion.

Eyes full of earnest smiles...

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and he almost fell towards the frozen water——

Suddenly there were more hands around his waist, pulling his falling body back.

Gu Zimo panted heavily in shock, recovered his senses, and was about to thank the person who rescued him, but when he saw that the person was Gao Changgong, he broke away from Gao Changgong's arms in fright as if he had seen a ghost. After coming out, he took a few steps back and looked at Gao Changgong warily, his eyes panicked, as if he had been frightened even more.

Seeing that the pure smile on that face no longer existed, Gao Changgong's eyes darkened, and his peerless face was covered with a layer of indifference, "Are you afraid of me?"

This is a question, but Gao Changgong used an affirmative tone.

Gu Zimo's heart tightened for no reason, and his uneasiness doubled in an instant.

However, Gu Zimo knew that he couldn't show it on the surface, otherwise he would not admit that he was guilty of the incident three days ago?

Moreover, Gao Changgong may have forgotten about it. Thinking of this, Gu Zimo quickly changed his mood, forced a smile on his face, and explained to Gao Changgong: "Your Highness misunderstood, Zimo was just a few minutes ago. Falling into the water, I was in shock for a while, not because I saw His Highness..."

"Really? This king thought that you were afraid to face this king because of other things. It seems that this king is overwhelmed."

Gao Changgong took the fast-changing details of Gu Zimo's face into his eyes, and did not expose him. After finishing speaking lightly, he glanced at the snowman that had already formed, his eyes deepened, and he stood aside, not paying any attention to Gu Zimo Mo didn't intend to leave either.

Seeing Gao Changgong standing aside, Gu Zimo no longer wanted to build a snowman.

After standing for a while, the soles of Gu Zimo's feet were already numb from the cold, and only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked, no wonder it was so cold.

Subconsciously glanced at Gao Changgong, and found that under a white cloak, he was dressed a little thicker than himself, but his figure was very curvy, and even though he was wrapped in several layers of thick coats, he still made his slender figure tall and straight , coupled with that handsome face, is enough to make people forget their breath and heartbeat just by looking at it.

"Ah..."

The inappropriate sneeze made Gu Zimo look away from his scrutiny of Gao Changgong.

Gao Changgong's body standing there finally moved, his eyelids slightly raised, he glanced at Gu Zimo indifferently, turned around suddenly and left without saying a word.

Gu Zimo watched Gao Changgong finally leave, and then let out a long breath.

Afraid of running into Gao Changgong who lives next door, Gu Zimo walked extremely slowly on the way back, and when he reached the ink garden, it was already a stick of incense.

As soon as he walked to the ink garden, he saw Gao Wenhou holding a tray and looking anxious at the door.

"Director Gao, are you waiting for me?"

"Mr. Zimo, why are you drenched all over, hurry up and drink some ginger soup to warm your body..."

After Gu Zimo entered the room, he saw that Gao Wen poured ginger soup from the stew pot into a bowl and brought it to him respectfully, he was a little curious for a while, "Does everyone in the house have ginger soup today? "

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, as if he was stopped by Gu Zimo's question.

"Why does Mr. Zimo think so?"

"It's snowing today, and I happened to see you Hou giving me ginger soup outside my house, so I wondered if everyone in the house has this benefit... So, it's not..."

"Of course not, this is..." Gao Wen was about to say something when he suddenly remembered something and swallowed the words forcefully.

Gu Zimo picked up the hot ginger soup and gulped it down, feeling the chill all over his body dissipated a lot in an instant.

Suddenly, he remembered that Gao Changgong had also been standing in the snow for a long time, and suddenly realized, "I see, you sent this ginger soup to His Highness, he didn't finish the rest, right?"

It turned out that Gao Changgong was credited with being able to drink such hot ginger soup when he was cold. He said how could Gao Wen know that he was cold and would come to give ginger soup by chance?