The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 185 What is a Gift

Jun Rong was stunned: "Gift? What gift?"

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows: "Is there nothing you want, Your Majesty? Tell me, and I will give it to you when the time comes."

"Do you want to give something for your birthday?" He looked at Xiao Yu suspiciously, and then at Tinghua and Fuyue on the other side.

Fuyue smiled and said: "This kind of thing does exist. In ordinary wealthy families, on a child's birthday or an old man's birthday, the elders or juniors will prepare some wonderful things to please them."

"What do you usually send?"

Jun Rong had never heard of such a statement, and his curiosity was immediately aroused.

Fu Yue said with a smile: "Usually it's Ruyi, calligraphy and painting, or jewelry. It depends on whose birthday it is... Your Majesty didn't receive it when it was his birthday before?"

As soon as this remark came out, Tinghua next to her suddenly changed her face. It was inconvenient for her to hold a rag in her hand, so she poked Fuyue's arm with her elbow. Sister, what are you doing—"

Tinghua immediately glared at her, Fuyue was taken aback, and Junrong said without any ups and downs: "In the past, my birthday was celebrated casually, and my mother and concubine never prepared anything for me. Can't get up."

"Ah... the servant made a slip of the tongue, Your Majesty forgive me!"

Fuyue hurriedly knelt down, hating herself for talking fast, which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, knowing that His Majesty had a bad life back then, why did she just talk too much?

"Get up, it's no big deal."

Jun Rong didn't take it seriously, maybe he once complained and was confused, but after that point, those pains and hatreds have become insignificant, the time is like a big wave washing the sand, no matter how deep the traces will be healed one day .

But Fuyue was still a little uneasy, she raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu nodded at her: "Your Majesty will not haggle with you if you speak unintentionally, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Fuyue got up, she didn't dare to talk nonsense, and He Tinghua packed her things and went out.

The room was quiet, Xiao Yu looked at Junrong, and put down his sleeves: "The past is the past. I will remember His Majesty's birthday in the future. All civil and military officials, and the people of the Li people will remember it. You will not live alone."

Even if it is not so sad, hearing this sentence will still warm you up.

Jun Rong smiled: "Okay."

"So, is there anything Your Majesty wants? If you can't think of it, then I'll just watch and prepare."

Jun Rong thought about it carefully, he really didn't have anything in particular that he wanted, from having nothing to now having the treasury in his hands, it seemed that he didn't need anything, but it seemed that nothing belonged to him.

"I don't like any antique calligraphy and painting, nor do I like orphan ornaments. Gold, silver, pearls and jade are no different to me..."

He frowned in distress: "I can't think of it, Taifu will see and give it away, I will be very happy with whatever you give."

"Speaking of which, I have never given anyone a gift."

Xiao Yu rested his hands on the small table, supported his chin, and his eyes were slightly scattered, as if he was recalling.

"Huh? Didn't you give it away? Didn't you give the Ningzhao Longevity Lock before?"

"Cough, I forgot."

Xiao Yu coughed lightly, and stroked her forehead helplessly. There have been too many things recently, and her brain is obviously not enough, and she often forgets things.

"Correct me, that's the first time I've given someone a birthday present."

Jun Rong pursed her lips, "This is almost the same, then you must give it to me first."

"The first one?"

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "What if I'm not the first one to give it to you? When it's your birthday, so many ministers offer gifts..."

"You can give it to me earlier, we are so close, or you can send it last, and only show it to me when the banquet is over."

Jun Rong stared at Xiao Yu's eyes expectantly. Although he was a bit shy, his eyes were firm.

Xiao Yu blinked slowly: "So what His Majesty wants is not a gift, but something special, right?"

Jun Rong's ears were red with naked eyes.

The Taifu is really, if you know it, you know it, if you insist on telling it, how does he answer it?It seems that he is so petty!
Seeing his erratic eyes, Xiao Yu knew he was right, and moved closer: "Okay, then I will definitely give His Majesty a unique gift, after all, Your Majesty is the most special one."

The sound of her deliberately gritted words fell in Jun Rong's ears, making him feel ashamed and uncontrollably happy.

"By the way, when is Taifu's birthday?"

Jun Rong felt the heat on his face dissipate a bit and turned back, Xiao Yu had already leaned back and leaned on the soft couch.

"Me? It should be the fourth day of December. As far as the month is concerned, it's just eight months younger than you."

It was rare for Xiao Yu to relax, his whole body had a sense of satiety after eating, and he seemed very approachable.

Jun Rong liked the atmosphere of chatting between the two of them very much. He took off the airs of the king of a country, counted with his fingers, and whispered: "Then there is not much difference between me and you. After all, you Just two years older than me."

"That's it."

Jun Rong secretly became happy, but Xiao Yu felt a little sleepy. She didn't sleep well last night. At this moment, the temperature and smell in the room are just right, and she feels drowsy. As she listened, her eyelids slowly drooped. down.

The window is half open, and the afternoon light shines down from the edge of the window. It is warm and has a smell of spring grass, which infects people's love. The leisurely wind wanders through the branches. I don't know which one has attracted the heart. The peach blossoms went round and round and landed on Xiao Yusubai's fingertips.

Looking at it, Jun Rong felt that the scene was very beautiful and suitable for painting, so he waved to Ning Zhao who was standing silently in the corner.

Ning Zhao walked over gently, and seeing Xiao Yu fell asleep, she bowed her head and approached, Jun Rong whispered in her ear: "Go get a pen and paper."

Ning Zhao nodded, took the order to go, and soon turned back, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone in hand.

Jun Rong laid out the things on the small table, and Ning Zhao grinded ink for him. He tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yu several times, and only picked up the brush to paint when he felt that it was almost done.

He learned his painting skills from the painters in the palace. No matter how strong Xiao Yu is, it is impossible to be proficient in everything. The so-called art has specialization, and this kind of fine work still needs to be taught by a special person.

Although Jun Rong's learning time is still short, he has the talent in this area. The paintings are not to say lifelike, but at least they can describe a bit of charm.

He held on to the pen, with an extremely focused expression. Seen from the side, half of his face was immersed in the light, with an inexplicable sense of piety, and he said in his heart: Your Majesty really respects the Taifu, so that's fine.

Xiao Yu didn't know that Jun Rong was painting for herself, she could hear some noises at first, but because she knew Jun Rong was there, she didn't worry so much and let herself fall asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, the sun outside had already slanted to the west behind the palace wall.

She felt that her arms were a little sore, so she changed her position, but as soon as she moved, the thin blanket slipped off her body.

(End of this chapter)