Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

The little girl was completely annoyed.

A palm hit Su Ji's cheek.

"My lord, you did such a thing, you did such a thing? Do you know how worried I am about you?"

Wan Yan was pressed tightly under Su Jizhi's body, her face flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

Su Jizhi remained silent, and smiled to dodge the little girl's palm.

Wan Yan became even angrier, "Su Jizhi! You are hiding."

The sound of Su Jizhi made him feel comfortable and comfortable.

Seeing that the little girl was really angry, Su Jizhi softened his tone and explained with a smile, "I didn't lie to you, Wan Yan, I was really hurt. Look at my hands, they are all real."

Saying that, Su Jizhi raised his left hand and waved it in front of Wan Yan's eyes.

With this raising of his hand, his whole body was pressed against Wan Yan's body.

Wan Yan sensed the change in the adult's body, and was so ashamed that she was at a loss, "You... go down!"

Using force with her hands, the little girl pulled Su Jizhi's hat off.

One of Su Ji grabbed the brim of the hat that was about to fly out, shook his head deliberately, "I am agile, I can catch it completely!"

The little girl was ashamed and angry, "Su Jizhi, I will not spare you!"

"Look, isn't this the same little white rabbit who was so scared that he wanted to run away when he saw me?" Su Jizhi pretended to be sad, and plunged into Wanyan's neck.

The sandalwood fragrance that smells good on the adult wraps Wanyan.

She knocked on Su Jizhi's generous back with both hands indiscriminately, her whole body was restrained by Su Jizhi, only her legs were struggling hard.

In vain.

Su Jizhi lowered his head and sneered, put his arms up and whispered in Wan Yan's ear, "Don't move, move again..."

The little girl blushed and remained motionless.

"This blue sky, Su Jizhi! You!" Wan Yan shrank under Su Ji's body, like the most beautiful morning glory blooming outside the wall.

"Wan Yan, I'm really hurt, it hurts."

"You still say! Su Jizhi! I will never believe you again."

Su Jizhi's smile deepened, with infinite affection: "Wan Yan, call me by my name again!"

"Hmph!...um...uh..."

The dissatisfaction behind Wan Yan fell into the tenderness of the adults.

Aunt Tian had been waiting at the gate of the courtyard, and when she heard this, she covered her face with one hand and pulled Lao Tian up with the other.

She was relieved, Mr. Su was indeed winking at her just now.

It's just that today she realized that Mr. Su, who usually looks cool and indifferent, is actually a young man who is neither serious nor serious in private.

Thinking about it again, Su Jizhi is four out of twenty, and he has already reached the age of marrying a wife and having children.

The rouge on Wan's cigarette holder was eaten and wiped off by adults, and then she sat upright.

Su Jizhi brushed Wan Yan's messy clothes sideways, and told him earnestly, "Put on your clothes, I'm afraid I won't be able to control you dangling in front of my eyes like this."

Wan Yan was so angry that she grabbed a small piece of Su Jizhi's side waist, Su Jizhi dodged and laughed.

When Wan Yan opened Su Jizhi's three layers of cloth strips, she was speechless angrily, "My lord, did you really do such a naive thing?"

Except for the piece of skin that was lifted from the tiger's mouth, my lord's palm was intact and there was no injury at all.

"My lord, can you expose the injured part and wrap up the good part?"

Su Jizhi was giggling, and it was written all over his face that everything was just for fun.

When Wan Yan untied Su Jizhi's left arm, she was even more angry, "So this is fake too?"

Su Jizhi stood up, and made a gesture to press Wan Yan under him again. Wan Yan hugged herself with both hands, staring at her big bright eyes, "Childish, Su Jizhi! You are naive!"

Su Jizhi held his head high, his eyes full of complacency, "You're childish, how about it? Come and hit me, hit me, and see how you can get into the palace to meet the emperor."

Wan Yan was stunned, "What is this?"

Su Jizhi corrected the pearl hairpin on Wan's cigarette butt, and answered seriously: "We came back from Lingjiang mansion, the emperor has always wanted to see you, today my father-in-law came to pass a message, and the emperor wants to see you in Youshi."

"Meet me? You hour?" Wan Yan was stunned, looking at the hourglass, it was about to arrive at You hour.

Wan Yan stood up, stuttering in fright, "Youshi? My lord! Are you kidding me?"

Su Jizhi stood up slowly, "What are you afraid of, this is the right time for us to set off."

When the two of them were walking on the white marble palace road, Wan Yan was still complaining about Su Jizhi, "My lord, you are getting more and more out of shape, and you didn't tell me such a big thing, what should I do now?"

The little girl approached Su Jizhi, dissatisfied and nervous.

Su Jizhi faced the setting sun, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his bronze-colored face, calm and solemn.

He gently took Wan Yan's hand, and his tone was very relaxed, "I told you earlier, how do you spend these two hours?"

Wan Yan wanted to shake off Su Jizhi's hand, but upon hearing his words, a warm current flowed from the bottom of her heart.

"How courageous are you? Can I not know who you want to see and who you don't want to see?"

The lord looked cold and said, "Wan Yan, the Son of Heaven's order cannot be violated. It's good for you to come and see him, at least you know who made Master Xue unhappy."

Wan Yan couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, "Why does the emperor want to see me?"

Su Jizhi turned sideways, with arrogance in his eyes: "Because, you are the person I, Su Jizhi, like."

The setting sun shone on the glaring white palace road, and the gray brick walls were covered with faint light and shadow, giving off a trace of tenderness.

Wan Yan asked: "What will the emperor ask? How can I answer?"

"Answer truthfully, and say whatever you want."

"I can't speak, what if I offend the emperor?"

"It's a big deal to be exiled to the northwest and open our small noodle restaurant."

Wan Yan looked at the lord, his brows were calm, and his tone was as relaxed as chatting on weekdays.

The little girl's hand, which she wanted to let go, clenched even tighter.

Sensing the change in the little white rabbit's mood, Su Jizhi smiled and turned his gaze to the distant sunset.

Royal study.

Wan Yan kept her head down, and she heard her heart beating non-stop in the room.

Sitting at the top, is that man in bright yellow clothes the emperor?

Is it because of this person that Dad was exiled to the Northwest by accident?

Wanyan has mixed feelings in her heart.

"Are you Wanyan girl?"

Xiao Zongrui kept looking at the little girl.

She has a delicate almond-shaped face, and under her eyebrows are dark and energetic eyes.

She was wearing a bright blue printed silk dress, with a yellow floral pattern embroidered silk ribbon tied around her slender waist, and an embroidered Double Happiness satin purse hanging lightly, and a pair of embroidered magnolia flower shoes looming on the hem of the skirt.

Indeed a wonderful person.

Xiao Zongrui looked at Su Jizhi, "Su Aiqing, I've heard about Miss Wanyan's name for a long time, and seeing her today, she really has both talent and looks."

Wan Yan lowered her eyes, "The emperor's reputation is too high, but a commoner's daughter dare not be her."

"Why don't you dare to take it? I have heard from Su Aiqing that the case of Tongshan Mansion and the case of Lingjiang Mansion, Miss Wanyan helped a lot. How about it? What are your plans for the future?"

What are your plans?

Wan Yan looked lightly at the lord, with a smile on his brow, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"My daughter runs a calligraphy and painting studio in the capital, and she hopes to have a prosperous business and support her family."

Xiao Zongrui laughed out loud, he asked Su Jizhi to redeem this little girl with his ten-year salary, not because he wanted his Su Aiqing to drink the northwest wind.

"Come here, take care of me with pen and ink."

When the emperor bestowed the word "He" written by himself on Wan Yan, the little girl was so nervous that she was at a loss.

"I know that your store is located in Ping'an Lane, and the location is good. When I pass down the oral order, all six documents, pens, inks, papers and inkstones will be purchased at Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio, how about it?"

Wan Yan couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, she hated this person, but at this moment those hatreds turned into sharp knives and pierced into her heart.

The father-in-law smiled and wrapped the inscription in bright yellow silk and slowly brought it to Wan Yan, "Miss Xue, let's go on."

Xiao Zongrui said with a smile: "Harmony represents peace and gentleness. I like this word very much. Country harmony means that the people live and work in peace and contentment. Family harmony means that everything prospers and makes money. People are harmonious and comfortable. I hope Miss Wanyan's calligraphy and painting studio is like this word." The same, Hehemeimei, make a lot of money."

Having said so much, Wan Yan lowered her head even lower, "The daughter of the people thanked the emperor."

"Thank you, I heard from Su Aiqing that Miss Xue is from the capital? Why did you go to Jiaofang Division?"

Su Jizhi didn't expect the emperor to ask this question, turned his head to look at Wanyan, the little girl puffed up her face, Su Jizhi's heart sank.

He knew that Wan Yan had always been indignant about Xue painter's death.

He advocated the abolition of the Zhujiu Clan, partly because he didn't want to see girls like Wan Yan wandering about.

Su Jizhi frowned, Wan Yan saw it.

Her heart flinched.

It turns out that the adults just lied.

When it came time for her to really answer the emperor's question, the adults were still afraid that she would say the wrong thing.

Thinking of this, Wan Yan raised her head and took a quick glance.

She saw that the emperor was in his 40s, with tassels on his crown, slender eyes, and a small mole on the tip of his brow.

The emperor was very thin, sitting there with exhaustion and inquiry in his majesty.

To Wan Yan, the emperor is not a respectable person.

"Reporting to the emperor, my father's name is Xue An. He used to be a court painter. Two years ago, he was punished by the emperor and exiled to the northwest. On the way, my father fell ill and died. Fangji."

Su Jizhi straightened his back.

The little girl's voice was crisp and resounding.

He understands how nervous she is facing the emperor at this moment, and hopes that she can speak out what she thinks in front of the powerful.

This is his little girl.

Be strong, brave and fearless.

Wan Yan let out a long sigh of relief after saying these words.

She raised her head and faced the man on the dragon chair, "Your Majesty, do you still remember my father?"

Xiao Zongrui was stunned for a long time.

He remembers too well.

But a gentleman can't follow his words. At the beginning, Xue An was the best court painter, and he was also his favorite court painter.

Every year his portrait of the emperor's court clothes is handed over to Xue An to write.

The old man is not only a superb painter, but also good at learning.

Every time Xiao Zongrui felt the most relaxed when he was painting, Xue An was well-informed and told anecdotes about the market.

What happened to him?
Xiao Zongrui's heart ached.

That day he received a secret report from the border that the King of Nanzhao had repeatedly provoked him at the border. When he was agitated, Xue An dripped a drop of ink onto the half-formed portrait.

Xue An panicked.

Xiao Zongrui found that the ink was dripping on his chest, as if someone had shot an arrow in the air, right in the middle of his mouth.

How could Xiao Zongrui not be angry?

Is he exhausted?
Xue An was thrown into the prison immediately.

After he finished handling the border affairs and wanted to continue the portrait, his father-in-law reminded him that Xue An had already been exiled to the northwest by him.

Xiao Zongrui sent someone to look for Xue An, and he got the news more than ten days later, the old man died in a hurry.

As for Xue Wanyan, no one mentioned to him that Xue An had a daughter.

And he had long forgotten the daughter of the criminal minister who was exiled back then.

Xiao Zongrui looked at Wan Yan, and there were ripples in his heart.