Chapter 357 Crown Princess 21
Sheng Huan raised an eyebrow and looked at him. The prince looked normal, but he seemed a little excited at this moment.
She nodded: "I do like it. I have drawn a lot of them before. Why don't you take a look at them, Your Highness?"
"Okay!" The prince was indeed interested.
He really liked this painting of his own Crown Princess, so naturally he wanted to see more of it.
Sheng Huan opened the desk and took out several paintings.
"This is what I painted in my spare time over the past month. I hope Your Highness doesn't mind." Although she said this, her eyes were full of confidence.
The prince couldn't wait to open them, and after opening each painting, he couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes.
His own Crown Princess is actually free and unrestrained and heroic! She is so full of emotions that she can empathize with him, just like him!
"Very good!"
Seeing this made him feel itchy.
"I have some paintings here too. I have nothing to do today, so why not ask the Crown Princess to take a look at them?"
Sheng Huan's eyes lit up: "That's exactly what I want."
The prince was in a good mood and said loudly: "Fang Jiusheng, go get the painting."
When Fang Jiusheng went to get the painting, the prince had been admiring Sheng Huan's painting.
He discovered that although the Crown Princess had a heroic style, she also had a delicate, elegant and beautiful style.
The style is surprisingly varied, but the emotions are delicate, overwhelming and expressive of personality.
"Master, Princess, the painting is here." Fang Jiusheng did not dare to delay and came back quickly.
"Put it down." The prince said, looking at Sheng Huan, with a little expectation and nervousness in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Princess, open it and take a look."
Sheng Huan nodded, somewhat impatiently, and the first painting he opened was of bamboo.
The bamboo stands tall in the mountains, strong and unyielding. It is majestic, yet feels lonely and helpless. The author may have been in a bad mood at that time, but his own arrogance prevented him from falling down.
"How is it?" The prince looked at the opened painting, his eyes a little dazed for a moment, it was this one.
This was his work several years ago. At that time, he and the eldest prince Yinzhi both went to court. He suddenly realized that the emperor father seemed to be deliberately praising the eldest prince. At that time, he felt a little wrong with his mentality. He always felt that he was about to lose his emperor father. He could not control his emotions and created this painting.
"This painting has a grand style. It doesn't focus on lines but is full of spirit. However, the painter might not be in a good mood at the time." Sheng Huan said after thinking about it.
"Why do you think so?" The prince was deeply moved and spoke faster.
As a result, the two of them got very close to each other for a while.
Fang Jiusheng secretly looked up, then lowered his head again in an instant.
"One bamboo stands alone, while the other bamboos have simple and distant lines. The artist may be referring to himself. The painting is full of emotions and fascinating. Of course, he is also proud. His iron bones bloom in the cold winter, and his heart is also firm and even arrogant."
The prince was stunned. At this moment, Sheng Huan's finger fell on the date of the signature. She turned her eyes slightly and met the prince's eyes: "Am I right, our author, Your Highness the Crown Prince?"
There seemed to be a teasing and confident look in her eyes, even with a hint of playfulness. Obviously, talking about painting was just what she wanted, and she was much more lively than usual.
The prince was stunned, struck by her playfulness, especially when he thought about her words and knew that she understood that the painter was him and had analyzed it. He felt an unprecedented sense of being a soulmate of Boya and Ziqi in his heart, and his soul seemed to tremble.
"Yes." The prince nodded solemnly.
Sheng Huan didn't look at him. She opened the next few paintings and looked at them. The light in her eyes became brighter and brighter. Finally, she sighed: "Your Highness is well-versed in classics, history, and literature, and his painting style is unique."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly handed over the paintbrush, her brows slightly curved, her dignified brows softened, and she looked unexpectedly wanton and ostentatious.
"Your Highness, today is a day off. Would you mind a painting duel with me?"
The paintbrush was within reach, and the prince looked at the princess who looked very different at this moment. He narrowed his eyes, took it gracefully, and nodded.
"I couldn't ask for more."
The lighting in the house was still not very good, so the two finally went to the yard and competed in painting flowers.
This was the first time the prince had a formal painting contest other than with his brothers, and the one he had with was his own Crown Princess. He already knew the Crown Princess's strength, and out of respect for his opponent, he naturally took it extremely seriously.
For a moment, the yard became quiet, except for the rustling sound of the brush hitting the paper.
The hourglass ticked down, and after an unknown amount of time, the prince finally stopped writing. After stopping, he subconsciously looked at the woman opposite him.
The woman was under a big tree, with light and shadow shining through the gaps between the leaves. The interweaving of light and shadow made the woman look like a fairy in the water. The light from the sky was incredibly bright and natural.
The prince was so absorbed in watching for a moment, that just as he was absorbed in watching, the woman put away her paintbrush. At this moment, a breeze blew by, blowing the pearl hairpins in her hair. Amid the crisp sound of collision, the woman slowly raised her eyes, revealing her pair of distinct black and white eyes. The lively look in her eyes jumped out and fell into the man's eyes.
She smiled at him and said, "I've finished the painting."
He came back to his senses: "I have finished the painting too."
The two looked at each other, and for some reason, they both laughed for a long while. When they exchanged the paintings, they were even more moved for a moment.
Sheng Huan looked at Yinreng's painting, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he admired it: "Who do you think won, Your Highness?"
Yinreng was also in a difficult situation.
"I couldn't choose for the moment. If I say they are equally matched, do you think I am bragging?"
Sheng Huan burst out laughing: "Equally matched! What a perfect match."
Hearing this, the woman's eyebrows were raised with confidence, and the paintbrush was directly inserted into her hair. The smile on her face came from the heart, naturally and happily:
"Let's not talk about anything else. Today's painting competition was really enjoyable! What do you think, Your Highness?"
"carefree!"
The prince also laughed, and then he suddenly drew his sword and jumped out to make a sword flower. The man was tall and straight, and he looked elegant and carefree:
"I'm in a good mood today. Is the Crown Princess interested in appreciating swords?"
"My heart longs for it."
Crown Prince Yinreng smiled at Sheng Huan, and started dancing with the sword in the yard. His figure was graceful, the tip of the sword was like a dancing dragon, and his steps were like the wind.
The man's figure leaped in the air, and wherever the tip of the sword reached, it was as swift as thunder. The sword energy was compelling, free and unrestrained, like a banished immortal.
Sheng Huan was watching with great interest. He thought of something and waved towards Xiang Yin. Xiang Yin understood and quickly took out a jade flute from the house.
Sheng Huan took it, and when the man turned around and switched his sword stance, he put the flute to his lips, and soon, a melodious flute sound rang out in the yard.
The prince paused, holding the sword and looking over with sharp eyes. Sheng Huan blinked at him and the sound of the flute became more passionate.
The prince smiled cheerfully, and his sword became more powerful.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the music ended, a sword energy shot towards the tree, but the man had already retracted his sword with great satisfaction, and Sheng Huan also retracted his flute.
The two looked at each other, feeling happy.
At this moment, the rustling sound of fallen leaves floated down from overhead and landed between the two of them, as if cheering something.
Sheng Huan clapped his hands: "Very enjoyable, Your Highness. Very good, very beautiful!"
The prince looked at the woman with shining eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up. He slowly approached, raised his hand, and took the fallen leaves from the woman's hair.
There seemed to be a smile in his voice.
"Thank you... Chuhua, for the compliment."
When the name was pronounced, both of them were stunned.
Yinreng looked at her, and at that moment, something in his heart moved.
He felt that there was something different when he pronounced the girl's maiden name.
"Chuhua." He said, "I am very happy today."