Long Chen spent the night in a private house, spending time with Xiu Niang.
With Long Chen's company, Xiu Niang's spirit improved obviously, her face became rosy, and the room was tidied up.
Long Chen and Xiu Niang cook, eat and do things together. Xiu Niang is very happy and always has a smile on her face.
When your lover is by your side, your whole spirit is different.
After dinner, the brazier was burning in the bedroom. The embroiderer took out a box of paints and a brush in her hand.
"Husband, you lie down and I will paint for you."
The embroiderer was wearing a blue silk pajamas and sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile.
Long Chen smiled and said: "Draw the front or the back?"
The embroiderer smiled and said: "No, I want to paint it on my legs."
Long Chen took off his pajamas and put his legs on Xiu Niang's body.
The embroiderer picked up the brush, dipped it in the paint, and slowly painted on Long Chen's legs.
Most of these pigments are made from medicinal materials and are non-toxic, so it's okay to paint them on your body.
Long Chen remembered reading a book that analyzed the short lives of many well-known Western painters. The reason was that the pigments in oil paintings were poisonous. Over time, the toxins seeped into the body, and people died.
Chinese painting is different. Not to mention ink painting, even the pigments are made from medicinal materials and are non-toxic.
The common colors are: azurite, ocher, cinnabar, rouge and 12 other pigments, most of which are Chinese medicinal materials.
When it comes to traditional Chinese painting pigments, painters use their color and doctors use their taste. This is the difference between China and the West.
The night in early spring was a bit cold. Even though there was a brazier indoors and the brush dipped in paint, it was still cold when it fell on my legs.
However, it still feels very comfortable.
The embroiderer held Long Chen's legs and carefully traced the skin with a gentle brush. Long Chen leaned on the pillow and enjoyed the process.
In half an hour, the embroiderer drew a picture of hundreds of flowers on Long Chen's legs.
"Husband, what do you think of my painting?"
The embroiderer put away her brush and admired her masterpiece.
Long Chen smiled and said: "I am a grown man, and you draw a picture of hundreds of flowers for me."
"It looks better to draw a dragon."
The embroiderer smiled and said: "Dragons are painted only by emperors."
In ancient times, not everyone could draw a dragon. This idea was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that the embroiderer did not dare to draw it.
Long Chen smiled and said: "I will become emperor sooner or later, so what if I paint?"
The embroiderer thought Long Chen was joking and said, "When my husband becomes emperor, I will paint a dragon for him."
Long Chen smiled and said: "Okay, then I will draw a phoenix on you, a double-headed phoenix, one head here and one head here."
Long Chen's hand touched the embroiderer's pajamas, and the embroiderer chuckled: "It's not bad, how can there be a two-headed phoenix?"
Looking at the Hundred Flowers Picture on his lap, Long Chen lay down and said, "How do you wash off this Hundred Flowers Picture in such a cold day?"
My legs were covered with paintings, so it was a bit cold to take a bath at this time, and the hot water didn't boil, which was a bit troublesome.
The embroiderer crawled over and giggled: "The paints are all Chinese medicine and can be eaten. There is no need to wash them."
Long Chen glanced at the Hundred Flowers Picture and said, "Do you want to eat?"
The embroiderer smiled and said, "Yeah, I'll eat it."
After saying that, the embroiderer moved slowly and began to eat the Hundred Flowers Picture.
Long Chen closed his eyes, feeling comfortable.
the next morning.
The sound of birds chirping outside the window came, and Long Chen slowly opened his eyes, holding Xiu Niang in his arms.
The black hair covered her ears. Long Chen gently smoothed his hair and found that there was a trace of blue paint at the corner of Xiu Niang's mouth.
The embroiderer ate the Hundred Flowers Picture last night and got paint on the corner of her mouth.
The light was dim at night and I couldn't see clearly. Only in the morning did I notice that there was still color on the corners of my mouth and lips.
Long Chen gently wiped the corners of Xiu Niang's mouth with his hand.
It was dry in early spring, and the paint stuck to the corners of my mouth, making it difficult to remove.
It seems that you have to wash your face before it can be washed clean.
Long Chen admired the embroiderer's sleeping look, which was very beautiful.
Long Chen's fingers gently wiped the corners of his mouth again. Suddenly, Xiu Niang seemed to be dreaming, and actually bit her finger, and then
The embroiderer was like a baby, treating her fingers as food.
"Um?"
Xiu Niang sensed something was wrong in her dream. She opened her eyes and saw Long Chen laughing obscenely.
Only then did the embroiderer realize that what she was eating in her dream was her fingers.
"Husband, you are annoying!"
The embroiderer was so embarrassed that she punched Long Chen with her small fists.
"You are the bad guy. You have done bad things, but it is my fault. You have gone too far."
Long Chen hugged the embroiderer.
The embroiderer refused to give up and said: "It's not you. I eat the Hundred Flowers Picture, but you insist on letting me eat something else."
Long Chen smiled and said: "One step away, a mouthful of words."
The embroiderer gave Long Chen a squeeze, then picked up the clothes and put them on.
It was already bright, and the embroiderer got up to cook.
Long Chen reluctantly got up from the warm bed and got some clothes to put on.
When it's cold, the last thing you want to leave is your bed.
Picking up the clothes, Long Chen lowered his head and found that he was stained with dye.
Although Xiu Niang ate carefully last night, there was still some color stuck to it.
"Xiu Niang, you don't eat carefully enough."
Long Chen showed it to the embroiderer.
The embroiderer glanced at it and said with a smile: "The oil lamp is too dim at night, so I can't see clearly."
"I'll heat some hot water for you to take a bath."
Long Chen smiled and said: "Okay, you also need to wash up. Look at the corners of your mouth."
The embroiderer sat in front of the dressing table and looked carefully in the mirror, only to find that there was paint on the corner of her mouth.
"it was all your fault."
The embroiderer looked at Long Chen in the mirror and threw the pot over again.
Long Chen went to the kitchen to heat hot water, and then carried the tub into the bathroom.
The identity of Xiu Niang was too special, so Long Chen did not dare to provide her with servants, so he usually did all the work of eating by himself.
Since Long Chen is here, it will naturally be done by Long Chen.
Long Chen has always felt indebted to the embroiderer.
When he needed company the most, Long Chen let Xiu Niang live alone.
When the hot water was ready, Long Chen picked up Xiu Niang and got into the tub.
"Wash it in your pajamas?"
The embroiderer is soaking in the water.
Long Chen smiled and said: "Why not? It looks better this way."
The embroiderer smiled and said, "As long as your husband likes it."
Long Chen washed the face of the embroiderer, and the embroiderer helped Long Chen wash his legs.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, Long Chen and Xiu Niang prepared meals. It was already noon.
After lunch, Long Chen played with Xiu Niang again.
After the embroiderer was completely full, Long Chen came out of the house.
As he walked on the street, Long Chen thought to himself: If he didn't go back last night, what would happen if the princess came to check the post?
Of course, Di Luoxi may not come to Prince Wu's Mansion, but everything is prepared for eventuality.
It would be safer to go to Mojie for a cup of tea.
Long Chence immediately arrived at the Zhenfo Temple, and the superintendent Hongrui came over to greet him with a smile.
"King Wu hasn't been here for a long time. I heard he has been in retreat at his residence."
Hongrui personally led the horse for Long Chen.
"Yes, I practiced in seclusion at home for a whole winter and just came out."
"Is Mojie here?"
Hongrui smiled and said: "Yes, King Wu invites you."
Hongrui gave the horse to a monk and personally took Long Chen to the abbot's room.
When I walked to the door, I saw the young monk Xuanhui.
After not seeing each other for a few months, this kid has grown a lot taller.
"Xuan Hui, come here!"
Long Chen shouted coldly. When Xuan Hui saw Long Chen, she stopped in her tracks, looked at Long Chen with her eyes, hesitated for a moment, turned around and was about to run away.
Hongrui scolded: "Xuanhui, King Wu is calling you, come here quickly!"
Xuan Hui had no choice but to turn around and walk over, her naked head lowered, her hands not knowing where to put them, her eyes rolled up, she glanced at Long Chen with some fear, and then bowed: "Greetings to King Wu."
Long Chen touched Xuan Hui's bald head and said, "You kid, if you run away when you see me now, will I eat you?"
Xuan Hui lowered her head and said, "No, the abbot asked me to take care of something."
Long Chen grabbed Xuan Hui's collar and said, "If there's anything wrong, come with me."
Holding Xuan Hui by his side, Long Chen entered Mojie's abbot's room.
There was a familiar scent of sandalwood, and Mojie was sitting in the room reading scriptures.
