Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, an autumn rain.

Under the eaves, raindrops dripped along the gray bricks and tiles.

Falling to the ground, there are waves of light, converging into a river.

Wan Yan pinched the invitation letter in her hand, momentarily at a loss.

"My lord, the emperor invited me to the autumn tea feast?"

Su Jizhi leaned on the book bed, nodded gently, "Wan Yan, you have two identities, the family member of Dali Temple Minister Su Ji, and the daughter of court painter Xue An."

Wan Yan curled her lips, "It's too early for Dali Temple's family members, and I'm deeply terrified to go to the autumn tea banquet as Xue An's daughter."

Su Jizhi sighed, "Wan Yan, why do you care about these things? The emperor is thinking about the old love of Master Xue. You see, all the delicious food is given here these days. You are already famous in the capital."

Wan Yan couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad.

"But my father paid for it with his life. My lord, accept this. Do you know that I feel very sad?"

Su Jizhi walked to Wan Yan's side and looked at her quietly.

"Just like in the imperial study that day, when your lord heard that the emperor asked me to make a request, what was your lord thinking at that time?"

Su Jizhi held Wan Yan's hand, crossed his legs like her, and sat on the soft bed.

"I want you to be happy."

Wan Yan raised her eyes and looked directly into the adult's eyes.

"In the past, you cared about your identity, but now you don't need it. You want to do what you like. The Painting and Calligraphy Studio is just what you want. As for silver and jewelry, I see that you are usually keen on designing, but you don't care that much about whether you wear them or not."

There was a hint of a smile on Wan Yan's face, "I didn't expect my lord to observe so carefully."

"Wan Yan, when we met, I wanted you to be happy and do what you wanted to do, so I was also very curious at that time, how would you respond to the emperor's request."

"I saw the adults frowned, and thought that the adults were worried that I would say the wrong thing."

Su Jizhi rubbed Wan Yan's small hands in his palms, and sighed softly, "I still say the same thing, painter Xue is no longer here, the emperor feels guilty, we still have to live, I can't force you to forgive the emperor, I I think if Master Xue is alive in heaven, he must wish you happiness."

Tears welled up in Wan Yan's eyes, "When I think that my father died with resentment, and now I accept things from the emperor, I feel sorry for my father."

"Wan Yan, things in the world can't be defined in terms of right and wrong, right and wrong. Since things have already happened, entanglement with the past will only make you live in pain."

Wan Yan sighed and looked out the window, "It would be great if my father was still alive."

Su Jizhi took out his handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes, "Are you going to the autumn tea party or not?"

"I want to try to forgive. I asked myself last night, if my father is still alive, will he forgive the emperor for everything he has done, or not?"

Su Jizhi hugged the little girl into his arms, "What happened?"

Listening to the adult's powerful heartbeat, Wan Yan sighed...

"By the way, I've been in and out of the imperial study room frequently these past few days, deliberately looking for the sulfur smell you mentioned, and I also asked the father-in-law of the imperial study room, but I didn't find anything unusual."

Wan Yan poked her head out of Su Ji's arms.

The little girl's dark eyes flashed with puzzlement, and there were still crystal tears in the corners of her eyes.

With a smile on his face, Su Jizhi couldn't help but kissed her.

This time the little girl didn't hide...

Rain and fog fell from the sky, and there was a vast expanse of water between the sky and the earth.

When Wan Yan entered the calligraphy and painting studio, the corners of her skirt were wet a lot.

Lu Mingyu was wiping her hair, "Wan Yan, are you here? I thought you wouldn't come if it rained."

"I miss you the same way..."

The two girls looked at each other with a smile, and looked at Yumu tacitly.

I thought that the autumn rain would make Ping'an Lane quiet, but I didn't want the sound of reading from the Wende Private School to pass through the rain and fall into the ears of the two girls.

A string of eaves bells rang.

The oil-paper umbrella was mixed with wind and rain, and a tall figure ran into the calligraphy and painting studio.

The young man raised his head and met Wan Yan's eyes.

"Third prince?" Wan Yan was stunned.

The young man was recognized with a smile on his face, "Miss Wanyan still recognizes me!"

The rain dripped down the oil-paper umbrella, Lu Mingyu took a few steps to catch the umbrella.

Xiao Zhenghai lowered his head to look at his dark black black boots, the toe of which was soaked by the rain, he stood stiffly at the door, refusing to move.

Wan Yan stepped forward slowly, "Third Prince, there is no need to be formal. The Painting and Calligraphy Studio is your own place. Now that you are a guest, you must not stand at the door."

The third prince smiled, "I wanted to come a long time ago. The Guozijian has a heavy workload, and we have been procrastinating. We met in Tongshan Mansion. We are old friends. You have been in Beijing for a while. I should have come."

"My little girl is very honored."

The third prince treats her as an old friend, Wan Yan finds it a bit strange.

It's just a one-sided relationship between them.

"It's really nice here, have you been taking care of it?" The third prince looked around and stopped in front of the word "harmony" written by the emperor himself.

"That's not right. Shopkeeper Xu from Tongshan Mansion has been helping me, and shopkeeper Xu has to check the purchase and delivery of goods."

The third prince looked at Wan Yan, with approval in his eyes, "Wan Yan is too humble, the emperor has an oral order, and the six ministries and the palace can come here to buy daily necessities if they need it. This is not the treatment that ordinary imperial merchants can have."

"The women of the people are terrified, just chatting for a living."

The third prince smiled, "You are no stranger to me, so you don't need to be so cautious."

Wan Yan cursed in her heart, even Mr. Su said that you, the third prince, are hiding something. I am a girl, why should I get close to you?
"The third prince is here, do you need anything?"

The third prince pointed to the emperor's inscription, and said with a smile, "First, let's take a look at Father's pen and ink, and second, I was going to the Wende private school opposite."

Through the rain and fog, Wan Yan looked at the four-character plaque of Wende Private School opposite.

Heavy rain blocked everything.

"Third prince, please sit here."

Xiao Zhenghai waved his hand, "No, I thought there were not many students in the Heavy Rain Private School today, but I didn't expect all the children to be absent. I'd better wait until the children are out of class."

It turned out that the third prince came to take shelter from the rain.

Wan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xiao Zhenghai.

The hot tea was curling up with light smoke in the cool autumn room, Xiao Zhenghai looked at the water in the teacup and suddenly felt very lonely, "Did you know that Mr. Han from Wende Private School used to be my teacher."

Wan Yan looked at the boy.

In the dark room, only the sound of raindrops hitting the window can be heard.

Xiao Zhenghai looked at the rain curtain, his eyes were covered with mist, "Today is the third anniversary of my wife's death, I don't know if the teacher will let me in."

Wan Yan heard the grief in the boy's voice, and looked at him silently.

"Wan Yan, you've grown up so big, is there anything you can't let go of?"

When the little girl was asked a question suddenly, she immediately thought of the emperor.

"Look, you might think that I'm very abrupt. I grew up in a deep palace, and I also have companions, but when they get along with me, they always hide their hearts. I can feel it. Slowly, I bury everything in my heart." .”

Wan Yan felt that the young man was pitiful, and even though he was a prince, he also had indescribable boredom.

"Do you think I'm pathetic?"

"Everyone has sad things, ordinary people are like this, you are the prince, it seems that you can't escape."

"I felt kind to you the first time I saw you. When Painter Xue was in the palace, I often pestered him to tell jokes in the market. Wan Yan, I'm not a bad person. I hope you don't guard against me."

The girl looked at Xiao Zhenghai, and was speechless for a moment.