After spending an afternoon with Xuanyuan Che in the study, he finally finished handling all the memorials and looked very tired.
He gently rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers and when he spoke, his voice had become much darker.
"I have a painting here, how about you come and take a look?"
He got up and took out a scroll of paintings from a cabinet, unfolded the paintings, and the faint fragrance of ink hit his nostrils.
The splendid mountains and rivers are majestic and the writing style is very sharp. Looking at the inscription, it was actually painted by Xuanyuan Che himself.
Xuanyuan Che moved his fingers gently on the painting, looked up at Xiaoxiao, his handsome eyebrows were frivolous, "This painting was made by me, there is no inscription yet."
"Does the prince want to give it away or is it just for his own entertainment?"
"What's the difference?"
"If you are giving it as a gift, the inscription must be based on the person's identity. If it is just for entertainment, then it can be casual."
Xuanyuan Che handed her the mutton-fat pen and said softly, "You can inscribe for me."
"I?"
"It is said that you can recite poems and compose lyrics at the age of six. It should be easy for you to write a new word."
When he said these words, a strange look flashed in Xuanyuan Che's eyes.
Xia Weiyang, the princess of Xia Kingdom, has been dull since she was a child. She knows nothing about reciting poems and writing lyrics.
He deliberately distorted the facts just to test her.
"To whom is this painting given by the prince?"
"Emperor of the Kingdom of Night."
Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, remembering a plot she had seen in a TV series, her brows gradually relaxed, and she wrote five big characters.
Fortunately, in modern times, she often practiced calligraphy to cultivate her sentiments, so she could be considered a good calligrapher.
"The king of longevity mountains and rivers..."
Xuanyuan Che recited it softly with an expressionless face, sneered secretly, raised his head and looked at Xiaoxiao, "You are indeed talented."
Who is she? She has the same face as Xia Weiyang, but she has no resemblance to the Xia Weiyang she knows.
No matter how a person changes, it is impossible for him to change so fast?
There are more and more doubts in my heart, and I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think.
Seeing his expression change suddenly, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but murmured, "Like a chameleon."