Noticing the closed door opposite, Yun Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, "His Royal Highness is not here?!"
"It seems that I went to Jinyuan early in the morning!" Yu'er said.
Yunchu nodded lightly and said nothing more.
The master and servant continued walking into the back garden. The little white wolf sniffed at Shen Fengchu's door opposite, then let go and chased after Yunchu.
Opposite, inside the closed door.
Chen Qi stood beside the bed with a cautious look on his face. Shen Fengchu sat cross-legged on the bed. His usually jade-like face was now as bright red as if it were stained with rouge. The phoenix birthmark between his eyebrows became more and more coquettish, as intense as fire. Bleeding came out.
In the back garden, the flowers are blooming, the sun is warm and the breeze is refreshing, which is indescribably pleasant.
Yu'er pushed Yunchu under a flower tree, squinted at the sky, and exclaimed with admiration, "This garden is really elegant. These peonies are no less good than those in the front yard!"
"Yes!" Yunchu leaned back in his chair, "But I still prefer Linhai City!"
Although Xiuyuan is beautiful, it is full of dangers. Compared with the prosperity of Fengtian City, she prefers the carefree days in Linhai City.
Yu'er reached for the storage bag behind the wheelchair, but found it empty. Then she remembered that she was in such a hurry that she forgot to bring water and food, so she hurriedly said, "Sit down, girl, I'll get you some tea and some water." !”
Yu'er's figure gradually faded away, and Xiao Bai, who was beside the wheelchair, sniffed gently, stared at the flowers diagonally opposite, bowed his body and raised his tail, and let out a few demonstrative roars from his throat.
Yunchu knew it had discovered something. He stared at the flowers diagonally opposite, tightened his muscles, and said loudly, "Who's in there?!"
Behind the flowers, there was a soft sound, and then a figure picked up the branches and walked out from behind the flower tree.
The man was wearing an old dark blue cloth robe, holding a pair of big scissors in his left hand and a bamboo basket in his right hand. In the basket were some flower branches and weeds cut from the trees.
It was none other than Murong Jinglun.
Yunchu's eyes glanced at the basket in his hand, "Cut the flower branches?!"
"Yes!" Murong Jinglun put down the basket in his hand and casually raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Jinglun has been pruning branches among the flowers and has not found Her Royal Highness. Please forgive me for disturbing you!"
"This is your job, why are you guilty?" Yun Chu stared at the flowers and trees behind him, "I thought you could only read books by sages, but I didn't expect you to know how to garden?!"
"An old saying goes: There is beauty like jade in the book, and there is a house of gold in the book. The more books you read, the more you will understand. Moreover, my mother has always liked to grow flowers and grass. I have often watched her weeding and pruning branches since I was a child. It's more or less influenced by what you hear and see!" Murong Jinglun bowed and saluted her, "I still have work to do, so I won't be with you for now!"
He bent down to lift the basket and was about to leave, but something rolled out of his sleeve and landed on the grass.
That thing was none other than a rolled picture scroll. As soon as the picture scroll fell to the ground, it immediately stretched in the wind, revealing the unfinished image inside.
A look of panic flashed across Murong Jinglun's face, and he hurriedly bent down, trying to put away the painting on the grass. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind happened to blow over, and the painting paper was blown up and landed at Yun Chu's feet.
On the drawing paper, the beautiful meticulous painting is like a portrait.
The man was leaning sideways on the carriage, his posture was lazy, his right hand was hanging casually, his long skirt and hair were slightly swaying. The painter was obviously a master at this, using only simple lines to outline a lifelike figure. figure.
"Is this me?!" Yun Chu asked, looking at the painting in front of him.