Chapter 118 Painting

Chapter 118 Painting

“Wow wow wow”

This sound frightened the wet nurse and two maids who were paying respects to Prince Zhao and made them at a loss what to do.

This little ancestor!

If the young master cries, will the prince punish them?

In the end, King Zhao just waved his hand and said, "Let's comfort the child first!"

Then he glanced at Ruirui who was crying loudly and turned his eyes away with disgust. Why is this child so fond of crying?

"Where is your master?"

The nurse and the maids were too nervous to speak. Xiuqiu, who was doing needlework and chatting, replied respectfully, "Your Highness, the master is practicing calligraphy in the study."

King Zhao said nothing, turned around and left for the study.

The few people left in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

The nurse was extremely grateful and said, "Fortunately, Miss Xiuqiu is here. I can't even move my tongue properly in front of the prince."

I don't know why, she has the same two eyes and one mouth, but in front of the prince she was so nervous that her legs were shaking.

Several maids nodded in agreement.

How did Master Ji manage to joke and chat in front of the prince so calmly?

Hydrangea could only smile and comfort them, "You'll get used to it after a while."

In the study

King Zhao pushed open the door and saw a figure sitting at the desk. Ji Yunqing was holding a pen in one hand, with a calm look on his face, writing something stroke by stroke.

King Zhao had never seen such a peaceful and serene look before.

Seeing King Zhao enter the room, Eunuch Shi, who was following behind him, quickly stopped the others, closed the door, and stood guard at the door.

His new apprentice, his distant nephew Shi Zhu, asked in confusion: "Master, what's going on? It's so cold outside, why don't we go inside and hide?"

He was answered with a slap in the face, "What are you doing in there? Think about it carefully, what are you doing in there?"

Whenever the master does something, does he ask you to just stand by and watch?

Shizhu held his head in his hands, feeling that he was being beaten unfairly. Didn’t the master say that no matter where the master went, he should follow closely?

King Zhao walked forward steadily and finally saw the "work" on the desk.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he was very impressed: "You have made great progress in drawing now. This is a maze, right? Are you making a toy for Ruirui?"

Ji Yunqing, who was immersed in artistic creation, suddenly realized that there was someone behind him!

Her heart trembled and she was almost frightened to death. Only after she saw clearly who the person was did she relax.

Patting his chest, Ji Yunqing was still frightened: "My Lord, you scared me to death. When did you come?"

Regarding Ji Yunqing's performance, King Zhao snorted: "Am I so scary?"

"It's not that the prince is scary, it's that I really can't stand such a shock." Ji Yunqing explained: "I have been like this since I was a child."

"My Lord, why are you here today?"

King Zhao pulled out a silver note from his sleeve and said with a smile, "I'm here to send you some money."

Send money?

Ji Yunqing immediately said happily: "Oh, how can I be so embarrassed? The prince is so kind to me, it's one thousand taels."

King Zhao thought the words were polite, but the woman's hands were much faster than her words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hands tightly grasped the banknotes.

King Zhao couldn't help but tease, "I think you are quite nice. If I didn't come to pay you, you would definitely curse me secretly in your heart."

He was referring to the ten taels of silver given last time. He said he gave it to him but later forgot about it because he was busy with Ruirui's affairs.

Ji Yunqing's eyes widened instantly, and he said angrily: "Impossible, Your Majesty, you can give me a lot of money, but you can't insult my personality!

Think carefully, did you eat a lot of leeks that day? In the end, we split the money, half for each of you and me. Later, the prince helped Ruirui in the middle of the night. To be honest, I am very grateful to you.

I had already decided to treat you to that meal, Your Majesty. How could I possibly scold you?"

King Zhao admired the woman's mouth and thought to himself that this thing was beautiful, but why could it talk?

"This king does not eat leeks!"

King Zhao no longer thought about the fact that no matter which courtyard he went to recently, there would always be problems with medicinal food that could nourish the body.

I don't even want to talk about such bad things.

He tapped his fingers on the table and started a new topic: "Are you drawing a maze for the child?"

On the desk, there was a whole piece of paper covered with scribbles that made no sense. King Zhao thought about it and thought it should be a puzzle game like a maze.

King Zhao enthusiastically offered his advice: "In fact, you can wait until your child is older before he can understand the game. How about letting me try it first?"

If you do a good job, I will give a set to other children in the house.

What maze?

Ji Yunqing said dissatisfiedly: "Your Majesty, please pay attention, this is red paper, red paper!"

King Zhao looked at Ji Yunqing in admiration: "You actually thought of using red paper to attract the child's attention? I didn't expect you to have such a clever idea!"

It's a rare moment of cleverness.

What is this all about?

Ji Yunqing felt humiliated, his face flushed with anger, and he protested loudly: "Your Majesty, what I painted is a door god! Door god!

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I want to draw a door god to protect my house."

Damn maze.

King Zhao was silent, and Ji Yunqing spoke loudly again.

"Your Highness, look, this is the head, this is the neck, this is the torso, and these are the arms. Look, there is a horse riding under the door god's crotch. Look!" Every time she said something, she pointed at it with her white fingers.

Ji Yunqing spoke clearly and explained the entire content of the painting very seriously.

Then he started to brag about himself again, and did not forget to make big promises to King Zhao: "Your Highness, please wait for me. When my painting skills are high and I become a great painter, admired by millions of people, you can be passed down through the ages with me!

When the time comes and your tomb is dug up, everyone will say, hey, isn’t this the tomb of the man of the great painter Ji?

It looks like he really has the demeanor of a master Ji. The tomb is filled with paintings by Master Ji. He really got the upper hand!"

——After all, every man/woman who is in the start-up stage likes to paint a rosy picture for the other party, which is to motivate themselves and also to encourage the virtuous person standing behind her.

I don’t know whether the other party can serve as a ladder to success, but we must not let the other party become a stumbling block at the critical moment.

King Zhao: “…” Hey what?

King Zhao looked at the woman in front of him, whose face was full of confidence, and was speechless for a moment.

He couldn't help but think of that scene, his eyes looking at the "Maze/God" painting on the table. If all the paintings hanging in his tomb were like this, he would have to follow her and embarrass himself many years later.

No no no

King Zhao thought positively, thinking that this woman had no talent in painting and such a thing would never happen.

For the sake of King An Zhao's heart, Ji Yunqing confidently opened the manuscript hidden in the box.

"Your Majesty, look, this is the Ruirui I drew. Doesn't it look pretty?"

When King Zhao heard that the painting was of his own child, he immediately became interested.

When he saw those paintings, even though he was prepared, he was still deeply stunned.

To be honest, compared to the previous picture of the god, this Ruirui at least exists in reality, and the painting is slightly better.

But only some.

King Zhao thought to himself that it seemed like he could rest assured, as by the time the woman before him became a great painter, he might have enough time to be reincarnated.

是 的

He has this confidence.

King Zhao had no choice but to take a new piece of rice paper, think for a moment, and then draw the little wolf cub Ruirui that he saw when he came in.

With just a few strokes, the charm of a child is captured.

Ji Yunqing was stunned, her eyes were filled with desire, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, this is exactly the feeling I want, I want to paint it like this."

"Your Majesty, you draw really well. The one you drew last time was also beautiful. Please draw one for me too!"

"Your Highness has such amazing painting skills. If he sets up a stall on the street to paint for people, he will definitely make a lot of money!"

"In my next life, I want you to be my man!" Oh my God, children should not be afraid of what they say. Ugh, uh, uh, uh, uh

With the woman beside him praising him, King Zhao's pen became more lively and he soon painted another picture, which was of the graceful Ji Yunqing.

When Ji Yunqing got the painting, he couldn't let it go. His eyes were glued to it, unwilling to leave for even a moment.

"Your Majesty, I want to hang this painting above our bed. I want to look at it every day. I can't miss a single glance."

Hanging it above the head of the bed, most people cannot see it, thus minimizing the trouble of others seeing the painting.

King Zhao was indeed flattered by Ji Yunqing's series of sweet words: "If you want to hang it up, just hang it up. It's just a painting. Is it worth getting so excited?"

"Oh, Your Majesty, you don't understand. This is the first time you paint for me. What if this is also the last painting you paint for me? It will be unique in the world. How can it not be precious?"

I have to say, when Ji Yunqing speaks human words, it really makes people happy both physically and mentally.

Next, she personally served tea and water, and kept praising. Although no one knew what she was busy with, she was very busy, and all her work revolved around King Zhao.

King Zhao saw it all and slowed down his voice: "No need to be like this, it's rare that you like it, I will draw a few more pictures for you."

"Wow, Your Majesty is so nice"

Ji Yunqing's eyes sparkled, as if King Zhao had said something extraordinary, and then she asked expectantly, "Can the prince teach me how to paint?"

The smile on King Zhao's face froze. Could she really learn it?

Ji Yunqing didn't get an answer and was very frustrated, but she was also very considerate: "I know, Your Majesty, let's go see Ruirui. I painted for a long time today, and Ruirui didn't see us. She must have missed us."

King Zhao felt softened when he saw how sensible she was.

At the same time, a decision was made.

Whenever he went to the princess's courtyard or other women's courtyards, the women would test him implicitly. Only the woman in front of him, although she didn't look smart, would never play tricks on him.

Nor would they intentionally or unintentionally inquire about information from him or play tricks behind his back.

Plus...some reasons at night that people don't understand

Ji Shi is really good.

Ji Yunqing really had no idea what was going on in this man's mind, which was like a spider web. She happily changed into her warm leather boots and soon arrived at Ruirui's room.

Every time he had to change clothes and then take off his clothes, every time this happened, Ji Yunqing really wanted the door in the room to be better so that he could go directly to Ruirui's room.

Soon the two arrived at the place.

Nanny Shan stepped forward and reported softly: "Your Highness, my master, the young master has finished his feeding and has been sleeping for a while. Do you want to..." wake him up?

After all, it’s a rare occasion for the prince to come, and the young master might have to be called to greet him.

Ji Yunqing shook his head and said softly, "No need. The prince and I just came to see Ruirui. We didn't mean to cause trouble for the child. Let him sleep well."

Unexpectedly, these words actually caught the attention of King Zhao. King Zhao was a smart man, so he naturally knew the unspoken meaning of the wet nurse's words.

He strode over to the little guy. The little guy had taken off his wolf cub coat because he was going to sleep. He covered himself with a quilt and was sleeping soundly and warmly.

Seeing that the child was in good condition, King Zhao sat down next to the child with peace of mind and fell into deep thought.

What is it like when he goes to other yards to look after children?

He didn't pay much attention to it, but now thinking back, it seemed that every time he went there, he would always hear words like "the young master just woke up" and "the young master is not asleep yet".

Every time he went to the courtyards of Concubine Lou and Concubine Jian and Concubine Liu, was it always the time when the children were awake?

Is it really such a coincidence?

King Zhao took note of it secretly.

Ji Yunqing noticed that King Zhao was distracted and thought to himself that he was not working hard enough.

Man, you are playing with fire. You dare to think about other women here with me.

Then, she punished her severely... She didn't dare!

So when King Zhao came to his senses, he saw Ji Yunqing sitting opposite him, "Prince, let's go eat!"

King Zhao nodded in agreement.

She thought the food at Ji's was pretty good. She was so stingy that she wouldn't spend a lot of money to order tonic medicine from the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, when the two of them sat down, King Zhao's face turned green.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Ji, why is this leek again?"

The table is full of leeks, fried leeks with eggs, cold leeks, leeks with dried tofu, leeks with bean sprouts and eggs, leeks with shredded pork, leeks with pork belly, leek egg pancakes, roasted leeks, leek boxes, and even a small dish of buns with leek filling.

Oh, and there’s a big bowl of chive soup on the side.

Although leeks are cheap, it’s winter!

"Ji!"

King Zhao's voice was calm but contained a hint of anger: "Where did you get so many leeks?"

Ji Yunqing's eyes were full of resentment: "My Lord, don't you miss your other sisters? I will help you, Lord!"

"When will the king ..."

King Zhao stopped talking immediately.

Although he could think of anything, and even do anything in this courtyard or with people from other courtyards as long as he wanted, he always felt a little guilty when someone pointed it out, especially Ji.

As if he had done something wrong to her.

Strange, why would he think so?

He was obviously thinking about those children.

Fortunately, Ji Yunqing had already changed the subject: "I believe Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't you want to ask the reason? Come and take a look."

As she spoke, she took King Zhao's hand and walked into a room.

There is a smell in this room, which is not very pleasant.

After seeing the scene clearly, King Zhao's pupils shrank and he immediately put the smell aside.

The room was filled with high and low shelves, and was planted with various easy-to-grow vegetables.

Onions, ginger, garlic, leeks, green vegetables, spinach, lettuce, and many other vegetables that he couldn't name. He even saw cucumbers here!

A large green area.

Then Ji Yunqing pointed at the high and low racks and said, "Your Highness, these are all grown by the people in my yard. Aren't they just leeks? If you want to eat them, there are more!"

She controls enough!