The wise king has never seen Nalan Meng like this.
He said: "Actually, I can't blame you. You don't know Li Wang and his wife. If you had heard their stories and understood their personalities, you would never believe that they would hurt me. It's very cold outside. You go first."
Let’s talk about it later!”
With that said, he took two steps into the room.
In this winter, he couldn't let Nalanmeng stand outside all the time, so he called her in.
"Thank you. After hearing what you said, I am also very interested in the couple. So can you tell me their story?" Nalan Meng asked piously as he walked inside.
The wise king had never seen this side of her.
The way she looked up at him just now was very calm and gentle, a gentleness he had never seen before.
While surprised, he patiently said: "Okay, you sit down and drink a cup of hot tea first, and I will tell you slowly."
Since Nalan Meng knows the story of King Li and his wife, he can take this opportunity to tell her, hoping to eliminate her hostility towards them.
"But I'm a little hungry. Should we ask someone to prepare some food and drinks to come in and chat while we eat?" At this time, Nalanmeng touched his stomach and rolled his eyes.
The wise king did not doubt that he was there, so he said: "Okay then! I happen to be a little hungry too, Mo Yu, go and prepare the food!"
Suddenly, Nalanmeng rubbed his red hands and said, "It's so cold! Your Highness, would you like Mo Yu to prepare some wine? As the saying goes, no party is complete without wine, and drinking hot wine in winter can keep out the cold, and
Can I keep in good health?"
Nalanmeng said, blinking his dark eyes and looking at the wise king pleadingly.
Her eyes were innocent, completely different from her usual domineering look.
Seeing her look like this, King Xian was slightly startled. He shook his head helplessly, "Well, since you want to drink, Mo Yu, go down and get ready."
"Yes." After Mo Yu finished speaking, he quickly retreated.
Seeing that the wise king agreed, Nalan Meng hurriedly grabbed his clothes and said shyly: "Thank you, Your Highness, I knew you were the best to me!"
As she spoke, she lowered her head, her face flushed slightly, and she looked like a little daughter.
At this moment, the Xian Wang's eyes were full of disbelief. Is he not dazzled?
Is this pretty little girl still the powerful Nalan Meng?
It turns out that there are times when she is so gentle.
I have to say that compared to before, she looks much more pleasing to the eye and has no offensive power.
At this time, Nalan Meng walked to the desk, looked at the brush, and said, "Your Highness, were you just going to practice calligraphy?"
"Ah, oh, yes." The wise king said quickly.
Fortunately, he hasn't started writing a letter yet, otherwise Nalan Meng would find out.
Now that Nalan Meng was here, it was not convenient for him to write a letter for the time being, so he decided to wait until Nalan Meng left before writing.
"Your Highness, everyone says that your painting skills are outstanding, so can you paint a painting for me to keep as a souvenir?" Nalan Meng said suddenly.
"This may take a while. Mo Yu should be here soon. I'm afraid it's too late, right?" King Xian said.
He originally wanted to take advantage of the meal to tell Nalan Meng the story of King Li and his wife, but he didn't expect that she would also paint.
It's not that he doesn't want to paint for her, but it takes more time and may affect his ability to send letters to Chu Xuanchen.
Seeing the Xian Wang's refusal, Nalan Meng lowered her eyebrows in disappointment, "I heard that His Highness once painted a picture for Miss Liu'er. Speaking of which, I really envy her."
Seeing Nalan Meng say this, the wise king looked a little embarrassed.
He hurriedly said: "Miss Liu'er is my friend. I was teaching her to draw at that time, so I drew her."
"What about me? Who am I to you? Don't we even count as friends in your heart?" Nalan Meng said, the mist in her eyes getting deeper and deeper, as if she was hurt.
The Xian Wang was a man who easily softened his heart. Seeing Nalan Meng being so sad, he hurriedly said: "How is it possible? You are my wife, how could I not paint for you? I'm just afraid that I don't have enough time. So, you go first
Sit down and I'll draw it for you, or you'll be late for dinner."
"Really? That's great, then let's eat later!" Nalan Meng said, sitting down on the chair happily.
Seeing her become happy, the wise king breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyway, it's just a painting, so it shouldn't delay anything.
He believed that Nalan Jun would not take action so quickly, and he would have time to tell Chu Xuanchen later.
Thinking of this, he walked to the desk, unfolded a roll of rice paper, and took a careful look at Nalan Meng across from him before he started painting.
The wise king was very serious when he was painting. He glanced at Nalan Meng from time to time and then lowered his head to paint.
Whenever he and Nalan Meng looked at each other, he found endless tenderness and a slight smile in Nalan Meng's eyes.
Such Nalan's dream was very rare, and it immediately gave him a lot of inspiration.
He immediately picked up his pen and sketched on the rice paper intently.
Seeing his serious look and smooth movements, Nalan Meng was immediately stunned!
It turns out that the wise king's serious look is very attractive.
It turned out that he was so easy to coax, she just surrendered to him and apologized, and he forgave her.
Compared with him, she seems a bit despicable.
Thinking of this, she felt a little uncomfortable.
She didn't want to deceive the wise king at all, but she had to do it for her father's plan.
Such quiet moments also made her realize that when she was not arguing with the King Xian, the atmosphere between them was so tender.
It turns out that the wise king is easy to get along with. She feels at ease with him, unlike before, when she was always holding on alone and tense.
In front of him, she could take off her hard shell, no longer need to pretend to be strong, and could live a carefree and free life.
Only then did she realize that it was very comfortable like this.
At this time, the wise king continued to paint.
I saw the brush in his hand flying like a dragon and a phoenix flying, swiping at Fang Qiu.
After a while, a woman in red with bright eyes suddenly appeared on the rice paper.
Then, he wrote a poem next to it and also wrote his name.
After finishing the painting, he put the brush on the pen holder, picked up the rice paper, and said with a chuckle: "Princess, the painting is done, do you like it?"
Nalan Meng quickly looked over and found that the woman in the painting was vivid, bright, and moving. She couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, "Your Highness, thank you, your painting is very good, I like it very much. I didn't expect that you are not only good at calligraphy, but also good at poetry."
, even his painting skills are very impressive.”
"No, my level is also average. Here, give it to you." The Xian Wang said and handed the painting to Nalan Meng.
"Wow! Your painting is really good. How can you say that your painting is average? You are so humble. But my real person shouldn't be so beautiful, right?" Nalan Meng looked at himself in the painting, feeling a little uncomfortable.
I can't believe it.
The wise king smiled slightly and said, "How is that possible? The person in the painting is not one-tenth of your real appearance."
"You are really good at comforting people." At this moment, Nalan Meng felt even warmer in her heart.