[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 49: Painted Skin (9)

The Ninth Prince absent-mindedly finished his dinner with Emperor Zhongkang, and only then proposed the opening of the mansion.

Although Emperor Zhongkang was very reluctant, but thinking that his son would be eighteen in a few months and he should be alone, he agreed. He immediately sent the manuscript to the Qin Tianjian, asking them to find an auspicious day to build the mansion, but no matter how fast they were, it would take half a year to complete.

When the Ninth Prince heard that he would have to wait another half a year, his gloomy complexion darkened again, and he hurriedly said, "Father, my sons and officials are already so old, it's not appropriate to live in the East Palace anymore, if one day I bump into your concubine It's not good. Erchen should just find a place and move out first?"

Emperor Zhongkang's love for his son was no less than that of Zhao Zhizhou, and he said coldly, "What do you mean you offended the concubine? Are they worthy of being compared with you? I really don't trust you to live outside, so let's wait and see." After the words fell, he didn't respond to his son's various pleadings, thinking that he was too old and deaf.

The Ninth Prince spoke dryly but failed to impress his father, so he had to turn around resentfully. As soon as he stepped into the Eastern Palace, his helpless and sad expression immediately turned into a chill, and his dark eyes sometimes flashed sharply, which made people dare not look at him closely.

The attendants of the Eastern Palace had long been accustomed to the inconsistency and moodiness of His Highness the Ninth Prince, and they all lowered their heads and kept silent. If His Highness the Ninth Prince did not give orders, they would never dare to go forward to serve them without authorization. Even washing and changing clothes, His Highness Ninth Prince did it himself. He seems to be very disgusted by the touch of others. When he is in a good mood, he may not have an attack. When he is in a bad mood, he must be careful. Maybe he will not see the sun tomorrow.

He walked slowly to the desk, opened the hidden compartment as usual, pulled out a yellowed scroll, and slowly spread it out on the desk.

At this time, there is no need to order, naturally there are attendants approaching with a few candlesticks, so that His Highness Ninth Prince can see more clearly.

The portrait is quite old, the edges are frayed, and the paper is slightly brittle, prone to tearing or irreparable creases. The ink on the paper has long faded, and a slender figure can be vaguely seen standing under the blooming peach tree.

The Ninth Prince looked at it silently for a long time before ordering, "I will serve you with pen and ink."

The attendant immediately brought the four treasures of the study and arranged them neatly one by one, and another court lady scooped up water and rubbed the ink.

The Ninth Prince picked up the pen and drew those blurred lines in detail. When he finally drew the face of the portrait, a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his lips. He is not an indecisive person like Zong Shengdi, who not only misses the one he loves, but dare not even put pen to paper on the other's face. Although I can vaguely understand the feeling of "love creates worry, love creates fear", so that I worry about gains and losses, but I don't agree with it.

If he falls in love with someone, let alone a small commander of the imperial army, even the Emperor Lao Tzu can't stop him from coming. Emperor Zongsheng couldn't draw Youshu, but he could do it with one stroke, because his heart was firmer.

In the midst of his thoughts, the handsome and unparalleled face of the young man had already appeared on the paper. After thinking for a while, he mixed some colored ink, added a pink camellia on his temple, drew a ruby ​​ruby ​​on his forehead, and finally painted the painting by the unknown layman. The blue Confucian shirt was changed into a magnificent peony brocade robe.