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Chapter IV ask but not
And Tang Zhenzhao saw that the man's back was straight and disappeared into the night, while the Weiya in the temple also disappeared. she felt a little weak and sat down on the bench, but her eyes were bright.
Anxia just saw that the master left with a black face, but did not listen to the movement. Now seeing that Tang Zhaozhao was not as angry and tearful as he was in the morning, Anxia slightly relaxed his heart and said, "Madame, do you need some attention?"
Tang Zhuoyu held her cheek in her hand and shook her head at the gleaming night-luminescent pearl in the temple. For a long time, she frowned. I don't know what she remembered. She asked solemnly, "what about the painting?"
An Xia Yin was stupefied for a moment, and then she replied, "it's in the bottom of the box, my lady.". "
You're not going to take it out again at this juncture, are you?
A glimmer of haze flashed through Tang's bright apricot eyes, and immediately stood up and looked at the bright candle on the table and said, "bring it here."
Anxia was willing to persuade again, but it could be seen that Tang's face was not good-looking. When she thought of her usual temper, she sighed in her heart and went to take it.
The picture scroll was well placed, and there was no dust on it. Tang Zhuozhao cherished it very much. she pursed her lips, laid it flat on the rosewood table, and pressed a corner of the scroll with an inkstone, which was immediately stained with ink marks.
Tang Zhuozhao glanced faintly, and his eyes immediately shifted to the person on the painting. The person above smiled elegantly, and the gentleman was like a jade. Through the portrait, he could feel the man's Yushu facing the wind.
Wang Yisheng is excellent, a pair of peach blossom eyes often brewing a smile, many Kyoto ladies are fascinated by his eyes, Tang Zhuozhao is no exception, one eye is his good skin.
The signature at the bottom of the painting is only a Tang character, and under the neat and elegant handwriting is also painted with a burning peach blossom, which is impressively done by Tang Zhuozhuo.
Although she comes from a well-known family, she is extremely talented and can play chess, calligraphy and painting. She just doesn't show herself on weekdays, and few people know about it.
Tang's burning and slender fingers were like warm jade, and the broad rouge sleeves brushed the eyebrows and eyes of the people in the painting, but the face of the man in the previous life appeared to be somewhat ferocious, and the eyes suddenly cooled down.
She took the painting herself and examined it carefully. A moment later, she smiled and said to Anxia, who was waiting on the worried side, "is my painting all right?"
The smile on the corners of Tang's burning mouth is like a brushed feather, shallow and out of sight.
Anxia was a little afraid in the end and said, "Lady, let the maidservant put the painting away, so as not to wait for your Highness.". "
It was hard for her to go on, her pretty face was full of anxiety, and Tang Zhaozhao naturally knew what she wanted to say.
As soon as Huoqiu left, she took out the painting and made it clear that she had a sincere quarrel with him, and that it would be another quarrel if it was spread to his ears.
Tang Zhuozhao pursed his lips, put the picture in his hand, then frowned slightly and ordered Anzhi, who had never uttered a word, "go and get a brazier."
An Zhi Leng, immediately blessed down, leaving Anxia shrunken mouth asked: "what does the empress want brazier to do? it's a strange hot day."
That's right. In June, when was careless, was covered in sweat as if had been fished out of the water, that is, at the mouth of the Rest at night, there were several pots of ice in the temple to go to the summer.
Tang cauterized and lowered his eyelids, but did not feel hot, but the wetting in the palms of his hands rubbed layer after layer.
Soon the two maids brought up a burning carbon brazier, and as soon as they put it down, sporadic fires burst out, and the temperature in the room rose at once.
Tang Zhuozhao took a few steps forward, threw the picture rolled in her hand into the brazier, and immediately burned a hole with a big mouth. She did not move for a long time, and it took her a long time to give a slight snort from her nose and relax her body.
Anxia looked dumbfounded, seemed to shout in disbelief, quickly covered his mouth, silently digested the inner shock, and even the silent and thoughtful Anji could not hide the momentary consternation on his face.
Tang Zhuozhao went to the table, took a veil and carefully wiped his hands, then smiled and said, "stupid you?" Why don't you move the brazier out quickly? "
Those women who had been waiting for the womb were busy carrying the brazier down, while Anxia went to Tang Zhuzhuo's side and pinched the shoulder for her. The meaning of joy in the words was undisguised: "the Empress has figured it out and should have done this a long time ago."
After all, in different places of the royal family, the slightest mistake will be criticized, not to mention the noble status of the crown princess, there is no room for a stain.
Tang Zhuowei was stupefied, and her glazed eyes were particularly soft in the night light. She closed her eyes and gave a low hum for a long time. When Anxia looked at her again, she found that half of her beautiful face was hidden in the dark, and her expression was particularly cold.
Indeed, it should have been like this a long time ago.
But in the main hall, it is a completely ordinary scene.
Huo Qiu held the wolf in her hand and wrote the words, the other hand on her back, a green hair scattered, and the crown beside the table shone in the candlelight.
Zhang Desheng walked in carefully with a cup of hot tea. Some chubby bodies looked very much like rolling wax gourds. He looked carefully at Huo Qiu's face and complained in his heart.
This is obviously such a quarrel in the morning, how can the crown princess still make a fuss because of the general Laoshizi?
The master was already suffering from a head disease, and he always had nothing to do. once he had severe mood swings, he had to have a headache all night, and he refused to ask for a doctor, so he made it clear that he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking of the news from the other side, he couldn't help sighing from the bottom of his heart.
There were still layers of smiles on Zhang Desheng's face. he put down the fragrant tea curling in his hand and said, "your Highness, have some hot tea."
Huoqiu turned a deaf ear and did not even give a look.
Zhang Desheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his gray-blue sleeves, and then stopped at the edge of his mouth, looking particularly funny.
Huo Qiu was impatient and her men did not listen. A faint glance passed, and her voice was full of indifference. "what's the matter?"
"your Highness, someone just said that the princess took out the painting again."
Huoqiu's hands made a move, and her bony middle finger clasped hard on the penholder to turn white, and for a moment the eyes were as dark as a pool of cold water.
There was a long and heavy stroke on the Xuan paper, and when Huo Qiu looked intently again, the words were useless. He put the ink-stained pen on the inkstone, his slender fingers brushed the black spot, and his headache got worse.
Huoqiu was calm and self-reliant from an early age, and always had only what he didn't want. Now that the world is in his pocket, he has met such a Tang Zhaozhao.
Ask for it but not get it, really ask for it but don't get it!