With the emperor and Si Haochen fighting openly and secretly, no matter what Si Haochen sends, it will probably end up like the pile of imperial gifts gathering dust in the warehouse - this is too wasteful.
Si Haochen looked at Mingruo's beautiful eyes, which were full of light, and he could tell that he was planning something secret: "What are you thinking about?"
Ming Ruoxiao asked: "Can the prince know how to draw?"
"Yes." Si Haochen replied calmly.
"Your Majesty, why don't you draw a picture with your own hands as a birthday gift? The so-called gift is light but the affection is heavy." It's so nice to give this without spending any money. If you add some humanistic meaning to it, it will definitely be a gift.
Considering this girl's attribute of being 'money-grubbing', 'courtesy and lightness' should be the key point. Si Haochen asked with great interest: "What do you think is good to draw?"
"Draw a landscape, and then mention the word "Picture of Rivers and Mountains." What a wonderful meaning." Isn't the highest level of marketing just selling ideas?
"Okay." It's rare for a princess to be willing to worry about the affairs of the palace, so she needs strong support and encouragement. "Come and help me."
"Okay, I can mix paint." Mingruo learned Chinese painting when she was a child. Although she is not very good at painting, she is still good at it.
Ming Ruo mixed the paints and laid out the drawing paper. After working for a long time, he finally got it done.
Si Haochen walked to the table and looked at the paint melted in the white porcelain plate, the brushes arranged in order from small to large, and the rice paper pressed with a paperweight. He was very satisfied. He picked up the brush and started painting.
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Ming Ruo stood on the side, responsible for washing brushes and changing paints. What surprised Ming Ruo was that Si Haochen said he could draw. He was really not bragging. His painting skills were not inferior to those of traditional Chinese painting masters.
Si Haochen painted very quickly, and when he saw that he was almost done, a drop of ink accidentally fell on a place that should have been left blank. If this position was further up, just cut it out; if it was further down, it could be filled with rocks.
Okay. It happened to be such a neither up nor down position. Si Haochen threw it aside and drew it again.
Si Haochen painted for a while, then looked up and saw that Ming Ruo put the ink-stained painting aside and did not throw it away.
"What else are you doing?" Si Haochen asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I think it can be saved. Except for this drop of ink, everything else is pretty good." Mingruo looked at the painting and thought about it carefully.
Si Haochen stopped asking her, leaving her alone.
Mingruo smiled slightly, remembered a poem he liked very much, took a writing brush and began to type: Thousands of rocks with endless twists and turns, the path is uncertain, the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim. The roaring bears and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and the chestnut trees in the deep forest are shocking on the top of the mountain.
That drop of ink just blends into the word 'bear', with no flaws at all, perfect!
Si Haochen finished a new painting, and when he looked at the painting Mingruo had 'saved' again, his eyes couldn't help but shine. This girl is really good at hiding the ink droplets in her words. The poem is also good. Look again
Of the two paintings, the first one was obviously more outstanding. After all, he was already a little impatient when he painted it the second time.
Si Haochen later inscribed the painting with the words "Picture of Rivers and Mountains", casually wrote a few birthday congratulations, and stamped it with his personal seal, and that was it.
After that, he moved the painting that Ming Ruo saved back to the desk and polished it carefully. Not only did he stamp it with his personal seal, but he also printed two personal seals that he liked.
"Can you give me this painting?" This painting has been modified by Si Haochen and is much better than the one given to the emperor.
"No." They had done this together. If it fell into this girl's hands, she might have changed hands and sold it.
"Stingy guy." Ming Ruo made a face at Si Haochen.
"Put away all these paints, paper and pens." Si Haochen didn't like the messy desks, but he didn't like his servants touching the things in the study.
"Give me a picture and I'll collect it for you." Ming Ruo stretched out his hand to Si Haochen.
This also comes with conditions: "You have packed everything, and I will paint you another picture another day."
‘This King’ has already come out, ‘Cong Xin’ has no way of turning back: “Okay.”
Mingruo put away the pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and washed the dishes holding the paints.
Looking at the sky outside the window, it was already evening: "I'm going back."
"Let's go after dinner." Si Haochen's mouth was faster than his brain. He had to think of a reason to leave someone to eat, "Mother Dong made rose cheese, you probably haven't eaten it before."
"But..." The things made by Aunt Dong are delicious, so how can the palace's craftsmanship be so bad? It's just dark before leaving after eating, and Mingruo doesn't like walking at night.
Si Haochen knew what Ming Ruo was afraid of: "I'll take you back after dinner."
"Okay." Mingruo nodded happily.
Ming Ruo picked up the book Si Haochen had read earlier and flipped through it. It was a miscellaneous note on Beichi's humanities and geography.
Si Haochen opened the window and made a few code gestures to the secret guard outside. The secret guard ran to ask Aunt Dong to make rose cheese.
"When you open the window for ventilation, stay away from the window to avoid getting cold." A cold wind blew by, and Mingruo looked up and saw Si Haochen blowing the air in front of the window.
"Yes." Si Haochen closed the window and sat next to Mingruo, "You like to read travel notes, miscellaneous notes, and history books."
"I want to know... what the world is like outside this mansion." As a person from another world, she knows too little about the world she lives in now.
Other women just read some story books to relieve their boredom, and even rarely read poetry collections. His princess was really special.
After dinner, Si Haochen sent Mingruo back. This time he did not use Qing Gong and asked Zi Su to hold a lantern in front. The two walked side by side, encountering several waves of patrolling guards along the way.
"It's quite a distance if we walk like this." Si Haochen suddenly said, "How about you move to Meiyuan...?"
Si Haochen was a little funny. Just saying such a sentence made him nervous. However, it would be great to live together and be with each other every day.
Mingruo was not as thoughtful as Si Haochen, so she said without thinking, "I don't want it, I like my little yard."
Although the Bamboo Garden is much smaller than the Plum Garden, you can grow medicinal materials, pick fruits, pick lotus pods, and red and white flowers. The Plum Garden only has a large plum forest, which is boring.
"..." What's so good about that little shabby yard?
With this question in mind, Si Haochen entered the Bamboo Garden and observed it carefully. The Bamboo Garden was different from other courtyards in the palace. There were no pavilions, pavilions, and exquisite scenery. Everything was simple and conservative, with a wild atmosphere and a fireworks atmosphere.
"My lord, have a cup of tea and warm yourself up." Jixue brought hot tea.
Si Haochen ignored her and went to the study along the bamboo bridge. Si Haochen pushed open the French door and walked into the study without closing the door. He stood there, looking at the palace lanterns on the corridor, the lotus pond next to it, and the
The ultimate simple teahouse...
"Why don't you close the door? Isn't it cold?" Mingruo went to the bedroom to change clothes first. Hearing that Si Haochen was in the study, he came over.
"It's not cold." Si Haochen turned to look at Mingruo. She was wearing homely clothes. Under the dim light, she had a gentle and peaceful beauty.
