Ling Ruo could feel the heaviness in Yinzhen's heart. A Liu family was not enough to keep Yinzhen in his heart, but a Liu family pregnant with a dragon fetus was enough to affect Yinzhen's happiness, anger, sorrow, and heirs... For the royal family
is the most important thing, especially after Hong Sheng's death.
And she clearly knew the reason, but she couldn't say anything. This feeling was really uncomfortable. She endured the sourness in her eyes and comforted: "The emperor killed corrupt officials, treacherous people, and common people.
Hearing the news of his death, everyone was happy with their brows and hands, so how could there be any guilt. If the Liu family's child really cannot be born, it can only be said that he has no connection with the emperor and is a father and son, and has nothing to do with the emperor."
"I often use these words to comfort myself, but Ruo'er..." He looked at Ling Ruo intently, the flying leaves could not hide the sadness in his eyes, "If this is true, why do I only have three people alive in the world?
Brother."
Ling Ruo knew that he had a knot in his heart now, and he could only speak out if he could find a way to untie it. He thought for a moment and said: "Don't you know that Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty was a rare good emperor after Taizu Taizong of the Song Dynasty?
, but when he died, he didn’t even
I don’t have a direct son, so I can only pass the throne to the son of the clan. So, God intends it, but God’s intention may not be fair.” She paused and then said: “I will take the place of the noble man in front of the Buddha.
I prayed for the dragon fetus, hoping that she could give birth safely."
Yinzhen nodded solemnly, feeling better after saying so much. He stood up and walked to the courtyard, watching the leaves fall and the wind blowing, and sighed: "The world is impermanent. Even though I am the king of a country, I cannot control it.
But fortunately..." He turned around and stretched out his hand towards Ling Ruo, who was standing holding the door, "Fortunately, you are always by my side."
Yinzhen has never been good at tender words, and being able to say such words is already extremely precious. Ling Ruo crossed the threshold and walked to Yinzhen step by step, held his hand and said word by word: "
As long as the emperor is not tired of abandoning my concubine, I will stay with the emperor and never leave her."
Yinzhen took her back and held her in his arms, stroking Ling Ruo's smooth black hair with his chin. Unsatisfactory things are common in life, even in the royal family. Therefore, he watched his beloved woman get married.
To his brother; so, he watched his sons leave him one after another; so, he watched Wu Ya's life gradually passing away. Perhaps, the only thing to be thankful for is that over the years, the woman he cares about can go through all the vicissitudes of life.
He stayed with me ever since.
After a moment of silence, Yinzhen let go of his hand and said: "Huang'e Niang is not in good health. You must not tell her about this. Even if Liu's child is not saved in the end, you must not tell her. Do you understand?" Wu
Yashi is a man whose oil has run out and his lamp has dried up. He is only supported by one thought. If this thought disappears, death will not be far away.
Ling Ruo also understood this truth, so he agreed: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will strictly instruct the harem not to mention it in front of the Queen Mother." After a pause, he asked, "The Emperor has not dealt with court affairs all morning, but he wants to go back."
The Hall of Cultivation of the Heart?”
Yinzhen stroked the braid behind him and shook his head: "No, I can't calm down to deal with court affairs at the moment. Please stay with me for a while."
"Yes." Ling Ruo didn't say too much, she just stayed with Yinzhen quietly and watched the fallen leaves on the ground under the cherry blossom tree. After an unknown amount of time, Hongli's voice suddenly came from behind them.
After coming back to his senses, Hongli could only greet the two of them in a formal manner as if he were an adult. After he stood up, he tilted his head for a moment and didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn't until Ling Ruo asked, that he hesitated and said hopefully.
: “It’s really beautiful to see Huang Ama standing with E Niang under the half-green and half-yellow cherry blossom trees, and the ground is also golden.”
The ground is golden? Yinzhen didn't understand it for a moment, and he didn't realize it until he lowered his head. Hongli was talking about fallen leaves. Because the palace people didn't have time to sweep them away, the ground was covered with leaves blown by the wind last night.
, looking from a distance, it looks like gold.
Hongli boldly said: "Huang Ama, my painting skills have improved recently, why don't you let me help you and E Niang paint a picture?"
"Oh?" Yinzhen had no objection to his proposal, but he said: "I have seen your painting skills a few days ago. Even if you improve, I don't think it will be much better. I will find some experts in the palace."
Isn’t it better to be painted by a painter? Why should I ask you to paint? If you paint me and your mother in a horrible way, it will ruin my wise life."
When Hongli heard this, his face collapsed immediately, but he still refused to give up. You said, "I would like to ask Emperor Ama to believe in my son. I have really made a lot of progress. Even the master who taught painting praised me."
Seeing this, Ling Ruo couldn't bear it and advised: "Your Majesty, why not let Hongli give it a try. If it's really not good, just tear it off."
Yinzhen winked at her, then turned to Hongli and said, "Give me a reason why I want you to paint."
Reason, Hongli rolled his eyes quickly, and after thinking for a long time, he finally came up with an excellent reason, and said hurriedly: "Because I am the son of Huang Ama and E Niang, I paint with the heart of a son."
, this kind of childish love cannot be painted by any skilled painter."
Yinzhen's thin lips curved slightly, and he nodded and said, "This is a pretty good reason. Okay, I'll let you draw one."
With Yinzhen's consent, everything was natural. Yang Hai and others helped carry out Hongli's drawing board. After Yinzhen and Lingruo sat down together, Hongli drew Xu Lai carefully.
He painted this painting very carefully, and Yinzhen was also surprisingly patient, not at all the impatience Ling Ruo was worried about before.
Under the cherry blossom tree, the two of them sat side by side. The ground was covered with brilliant yellow leaves. The clear golden autumn sun spread all over the sky, making everything seem to be plated with gold. Likewise, it also made everything breathtakingly beautiful.
.
Hongli wanted to capture all this beauty in the painting, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. Time passed unconsciously. By the time he finished the painting, it was almost dusk, and Shui Xiu and several people
After getting bored waiting, they finally saw him stop writing, and they all came over curiously. When they saw the painting, they were all amazed and said that the painting was so lifelike.
Yinzhen nodded after taking the painting. Regardless of the color scheme and structure, Hongli mastered it very well this time. The most important thing is that the expressions of himself and Ling Ruo in the painting are natural, without any artificiality, and there is a sense of beauty.
There is a lot of tenderness in it.
"Okay, the painting is very good!" This time Yinzhen did not hesitate to praise, which made Hongli very happy. After the painting was dry, he said to Sixi: "Go, put this painting in my Nourishing Heart Hall."
At this time, Yinzhen never dreamed that this painting would become his entire life and thoughts for a long time...