Outside the pavilion, the drizzle was continuous, and the occasional breeze blew, beating the handsome face. This qiē didn't seem to have anything to do with Zhu Lian, she just looked at the painting in her hand intently.

A very simple landscape painting, quietly artificial lake, hazy drizzle, and a swaying lonely boat. The empty lake, only a small boat, the rain follows the breeze, from south to north, this is a different kind of loneliness, more transparent hope and waiting. Look at the shore with a little green, accompanied by vitality in loneliness.

It's a contradictory painting, but only by looking at it can you really appreciate the mood of the person who paints it.

Looking at the lake from afar, Zhu Lian changed her hand to a thin pen, she frowned lightly, thinking quietly. After a long time, I rolled up my sleeves and slowly wrote a poem in the blank space.

Nian Luo shirt looks forward to Jiujiang, and the lonely boat crosses the north. How hateful is the hand and the thing, and the wind blows in the south. The drums are full of pride, and the warriors are just without desire.

A poem, a person, Zhao Yougong's heart is full of sorrow, not for himself, but for all the men of the Great Song Dynasty, a woman knows that the lonely boat is in the north, but the men of the Great Song Dynasty are still in the wind and snow, drunk and dreaming of death.

The drums are full of pride, and the warriors are just without desire. What kind of mind does a woman have to have to write such a statement?

This stunning woman who does not eat fireworks in the world, she seems to be weak, but her heart is so strong.

There was a warmth behind her, as if there was a wall blocking the wet breeze for her, Zhu Lian's back trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her neck. Today, she came to this intoxicating pavilion casually, so she has never dressed up, but her beauty is better than simplicity, and the jewel chain in front of her forehead is glowing with a faint streamer, just like her skin, crystal clear.

Zhu Lian held a thin pen in his hand, stretching his eyebrows, but he was somewhat surprised in his eyes. I came here by accident, but I didn't expect to meet him.

In fact, Zhu Lian is not the second time she has seen Zhao Yougong, since the first acquaintance, she has begun to pay attention to this man, the matter of Qianyi Street is in an uproar, every time Zhao Yougong goes, she will watch from afar. Sometimes, even she doesn't understand why she did it, just because of that curiosity?

I haven't seen him for many days, Zhao Yougong is still so handsome, if you leave aside that hateful smile, he is definitely a good man that thousands of daughters are looking for.

Whenever he sees this smiling face, Zhu Lian always remembers the scene of the first meeting, he is also smiling, but the words he says are so domineering.

"Remember, my son Zhao Yougong!"

Zhu Lian remembered this name, I'm afraid I won't be able to forget it in this life. Some people may be afraid of this man, but she has no fear at all, only deep curiosity and pity.

"Slave Zhu Lian, I've seen Your Highness!"

With the pen on the record, Zhu Lian sank his waist slightly and slowly bowed.

"Lady of the Zhu family, on this day, why did you come to Hanyuan alone, but you came to participate in the Water Stopping Poetry Club?"

Zhao Yougong stood aside the oil umbrella and sat on a stone pier casually, but his eyes never left Zhu Lian's jade appearance. This woman is so unique, she doesn't do anything, but she always exudes a touch of elegance on her body. Sometimes I have to praise the greatness of the Creator, why did he send down such a perfect woman?

Zhu Lian did not shy away from that gaze, she bent down to put her little face close to the drawing paper, and then blew, hoping to dry the ink stains.

"The Poetry of Stopping Water? The slave family really doesn't know, is the poetry club also in Hanyuan? ”

Zhu Lian's tone was sincere, which made Zhao Yougong a little surprised, but then he thought about it, and he was relieved, how could an elegant woman like Zhu Lian pay attention to those mundane things?

"It's in Hanyuan, this king is also here for the poetry meeting, but he just ran into the enemy, there is no way, he can only hide everywhere, who would have thought that he met a beauty!"

Zhao Yougong did not hide the possessiveness in his heart, for a woman like Zhu Lian, if any man could not be moved, it would be really a miracle in the world. And what about Zhu Lian? In the face of this **naked gaze, she didn't have any fear, and still gently blew the painting on the table, probably because of the humid weather, and she didn't dry it for half a day, but her tired little face was pink, and the gem chain on her forehead shook gently, which was cute.

"Haha, the lady of the Zhu family rests, this king will help you!"

After that, Zhao Yougong didn't wait for Zhu Lian to speak, he had already pouted his ass and opened his big mouth, snorting for a while, thinking that he was doing a good deed, but after blowing twice, he realized how stupid he was.

The ink that has just been put down has not completely penetrated into the paper, and if you want to air dry, you can only blow gently. As Zhao Yougong blows so vigorously, the ink spreads out in an instant, and a few six-pointed stars have formed in some places. It's over, the kindness is unhelpful, and a few breaths ruin a good painting.

Rao is Zhu Lian's calm and generous temperament, and she can't help but be a little angry, this is the painting she just put down, especially the poem, how can it be written by writing?

"Your Highness, how can you blow it like this, you see that the ink stains are scattered"

"Ah, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, wait for this king to wipe it for you" Zhao Yougong also felt guilty, and immediately shook his sleeves to wipe the ink on the paper.

Zhu Lian was frightened, the ink stains were scattered and annoying enough, if he was asked to wipe it with his sleeve again, wouldn't this painting be turned into a pot of porridge? In a hurry, Zhu Lian stretched out his hand to grab the drawing paper, but because he was in too much of a hurry, he bent over and his forehead was heavily pressed on the top of Zhao Yougong's head.

When you meet head to head, it is always a woman who suffers, let alone a weak woman like Zhu Lian. The forehead hurts so much, the chain of gems was very beautiful, but at this time, it became an accomplice, the hard gem, knocking on the forehead, the painful Zhu Liandai frowned, and couldn't help but snort in pain.

A series of accidents made Zhao Yougong a little confused, seeing that the beauty's eyes were misty and her forehead was red, he was distressed, let go of the painting, stretched his neck and opened his mouth, "Lady, does it hurt?" This king blows for you! ”

It's just a painting, a man pouts and stretches his neck to blow at a woman's forehead, what is that concept? Feeling the slightest warmth, Zhu Lian's face turned even redder, but he was ashamed.

"Your Highness, how can you do this?"

His Royal Highness the County King was too Meng Lang, Zhu Lian pursed his lips and took a few steps back. It's just that the pavilion is so big, and it has already retreated to the steps in three or two steps, Zhu Lian is just ashamed and angry in his heart, where can he take care of these, his back foot is empty, and the whole person leans back. At this time, the rain outside the pavilion becomes a stream, if you fall down, you will not be injured, and you will become a soup chicken.

Zhao Yougong didn't think much about it, supported the table with his right hand, and hugged Zhu Lian back with his left hand before jumping up.

The beauty is in her arms, and the fragrance is overflowing, Zhao Yougong couldn't help but sniff and praise casually, "It's so fragrant"

"Slap" Zhu Lian was no longer polite, a jade hand fell on the man's face, and then broke free, leaning on the stone table and looking at Zhao Yougong fiercely. Her breasts are undulating, her temples are slightly messy, and Zhu Lian knows how attractive she is at this time.

"Your Highness"

"Well, what's the matter, if you want to thank you, there's no need, this king is selfless, benevolent, and never asks for anything in return!"

Standing up, Zhao Yougong touched his right cheek, and then blinked gently, "The lady's hand is so gentle, this king likes it very much, quite like"

"You" Zhu Lian turned around angrily, she didn't understand, why His Royal Highness at this time was completely different from when they first met? Did she see it wrong, or was it just like that?

No, I really feel the complexity, but why does the little county king have to be like this? A woman, whenever she encounters something that she can't decide, she often follows her feelings, even Zhu Lian is no exception. Calming down, Zhu Lian turned around, opened his mouth lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, does it still hurt?" ”

"Huh?" Zhao Yougong was obviously stunned, his brows furrowed, and he instantly returned to normal. It's just that in the heart, how can it be so easy to calm down.

Zhu Lian was actually caring about him, according to the normal situation, she should have scolded a few times and waved away.

Zhao Yougong was thinking about something, Zhu Lian naturally didn't know, but in an instant, she had already got the answer she wanted. Whatever the reason, in short, the person standing in front of her now is definitely not the real King of Yongning, he is wearing a mask, a mask that deceives everyone in the world.

"It hurts, can the lady touch it for this king?"

Zhu Lian smiled slightly, pretended not to hear, and casually sorted out the paper and pen on the table.

Seeing that the beauty was tired, Zhao Yougong looked at it competently, and stepped forward to help, "Lady, are you going back?" ”

"It's almost noon, I always have to go back, it's just a good painting, let His Highness ruin it!" Speaking of this, Zhu Lian's face inevitably showed some anger.

"Mistakes, mistakes"

Zhao Yougong laughed embarrassedly, and when he arrived at this field, he could only admit his mistake.

"If Your Highness feels guilty, you can do the slave family a favor!"

"What's the busy?"

"I heard that Kaifeng Mansion has a lot of books, and the slave family wants to go and take a look, can Your Highness agree?"

Zhu Lian's face was flat, and he couldn't see half of the waves, Zhao Yougong's heart was tight, but his face was full of joy.

"Of course you can, you can go when you want to, but it's all legal books, and the lady is also interested?"

Faced with Zhao Yougong's question, Zhu Lian just smiled and did not answer.

Go to Kaifeng Mansion, is it really for those classics? I'm afraid only she knows.

For the first time in more than ten years, when she met a man who could make her heart move, wouldn't it be a pity if she let it go?

In the early summer scenery, there are always birds singing, even if the rain is murmuring, it still can't stop the crisp voice. Holding an oil umbrella, he sent Zhu Lian to the carriage, as for whether Zhao Fujin would be angry and too lazy to care, what about smiling for the Pomeranian people and paying some price?

Near noon, Zhao Fujin also escaped from the painting boat, and now that the carriage was gone, he became angry at Zhao Yougong.

"Where's the carriage?"

"I don't know, I guess your stallion Ma Chun ran out and was happy!"

"Brother Ling, you are a person"

"Haha!"

Listening to the harsh laughter, Zhao Fujin didn't have any way, this is her Ling brother, unruly, ignorant, but very interesting.

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