The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

Just like what Ling Xuan said, after going there, he saw Brother Huang sitting at the desk with a half-smile, and there was a painting on the desk. Ling Xuan used his knees to figure out that he had painted it just now.

"Brother Huang." Ling Xuan sighed helplessly, "Are you going to take it away again?"

There is nothing wrong with this sentence at first, but Huangpuwen accidentally heard some other meanings from it. He opened his mouth and suddenly felt that he would regret saying this. Huangpuwen was sensitive to something, and while thinking about whether to give up this painting.

Ling Xuan didn't have any profound ideas, but if Huangpuwen insisted on taking this painting, he would just cancel the painting that he thought to give to Huangpuwenhua, it's okay.

Relying on his precise younger brother control?Instinctively, Huang Puwen pushed the painting out, "What do I do with the old man's painting, you go and burn it, and be careful when you burn it."

"En, I see." Ling Xuan nodded, "Speaking of which, Brother Huang was the one who painted the portrait of Brother Huang before, right?"

Sure enough, Huang Puwen secretly rejoiced, "Well, what's the matter."

"Brother Huang, I haven't done anything since he ascended the throne. Tomorrow, I'm going to draw a picture for Brother Huang. Speaking of which, I don't have a yellow robe." Ling Xuan said with a smile, and naturally took it from Huang Puwen. Walk that painting.

Compared with the painting that his younger brother wanted to draw for himself, that was no longer important. Huang Puwen nodded seriously, "Okay, after tomorrow morning morning."

"En." Ling Xuan held the painting and came to a fire plate, which was used to burn some confidential documents in the study. Ling Xuan picked up the fire book and lit the fire plate, and Huang Puwen also came to Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan looked at the burning flames, "Father, I went to Bocheng. It is very prosperous and lived up to my father's hope. I also went to Nazamu through the Helian Mountains. The grassland there is very beautiful."

Ling Xuan threw the painting in his hand into the fire plate, and the flames rose in vain. Ling Xuan didn't care about the sudden rise in temperature, put his hands together and closed his eyes and said, "Although Bocheng is very prosperous, it is not as good as the royal palace of the father. So after I thought about it, I drew the Helian Mountains for my father."

"Father must also think that this mountain is better than Bocheng."

After finishing speaking, Ling Xuan looked at the painting that had been burned to ashes and sighed, "At the end, I was still self-willed, sorry."

Huang Puwen patted Ling Xuan on the shoulder, "I don't think Father will care, after all, you are his favorite child." You are also my favorite brother.

"I know he won't blame me, I just thought that if I had listened to my father, I would never have painted this painting." Ling Xuan smiled and didn't care, "I can't say which is more important."

"How could it be?" Huang Puwen stopped Ling Xuan's shoulder and gently ran along Ling Xuan's hair, just like when he was a child, "For me, the most important thing is that you do what you want and you are happy. important."

"That's why, Brother Huang, you dote on me too much." Ling Xuan sighed, he has nothing to do with this brother who has always treated himself as a child, or Ling Xuan has nothing to do with people who sincerely treat him well.

"Isn't that good? We are the only relatives." Huang Puwen put down his hands and took Ling Xuan to rest, "I only have you."

No, it sounds affectionate, but where did you put your queen mother?Ling Xuan was forced to rest by Huangpu Wen with a black line on his face.