His Royal Highness Duan Wang peeked at me in the study again

Chapter 27 The Way to Save Your Life

After dinner, Su Fufu saw that Ash was yawning profusely and her complexion was a little pale, so she asked her to go back and rest earlier.

Su Fufu walked to the desk in a dutiful manner. As soon as he stood still, he heard Zhao Yuge say, "Copy this painting until it is completely engraved in my mind."

Su Fufu followed his gaze to a picture of Hsinchu outside the corridor on the desk.

In this painting, a few strokes outline a man in a gray robe with wide sleeves, standing under the eaves with his hands behind his back, as if looking at the bamboo in the courtyard outside the corridor.The writing on the side of the painting reads: "The spring breeze and spring rain are just in time, and the pavilions are full of green bamboos. The host is walking in the corridor after tea, and he is happy to see a few branches of new bamboos."

This painting is really wonderful.

Judging from the fresh ink color, it must have been painted by Wang Ye just now.

But why did he let himself be engraved in his mind?

She guessed: "Third brother, you must not ask me to draw this picture during the exam, right?"

Zhao Yuge nodded lightly, "If you want to enter the Confucianism Museum at your level, the only way is to do what you like. Before, whenever the bamboo outside the study in the palace gave birth to new bamboos, Dr. He would stand quietly in the corridor It took a long time to look at it. He said that Hsinchu has the vitality of the rising sun, which makes people very excited."

As Zhao Yuge said, his expression became a little proud, "I conceived this painting, you just have to make it exactly the same, and make sure that the calligraphy and painting level is unimpeded."

"So this painting is the ingenuity of the third brother? I thought you copied some master's painting for me to copy! I was worried that it would be bad if Dr. Feng saw it. Since it is the painting of the third brother, I... you're welcome."

Su Fufu smiled sweetly, rubbed his palms, and picked up a pen to draw a picture of a gourd.

Zhao Yuge was at the side to give her a little advice on the brushwork, how to outline the figure's back, and how to draw the eye-catching tender bamboo.

The two were engrossed in it, until the charming light unique to Lie Que outside the temple passed through the window and flashed by their hands like ghosts and shadows, then they turned their eyes and turned around.At this time, there was a muffled rumbling sound outside the hall, and the sound of Su Fufu's ink brush that seemed to be thousands of miles away was getting closer and clearer.

There was a "click"... Lie Que, who was flashing with ghosts and thunderbolts, swept across the night sky for a moment, Su Fufu trembled, and there was a heavy rain outside the house in an instant. To poke this place through.

Su Fufu had seen a few heavy rains in Xisai, but this was the first time she had come back to Luojing. She was staring blankly out of the window, worrying about how she would get home, when she heard someone calling the door outside the hall.

Tanshui ran to open the gate of the palace, and the drenched little eunuch stepped into the palace and wiped the rainwater on his face twice, and said loudly: "My lord, General Mu of Su Guogong's mansion is outside the mansion, let me bring a message to you." Miss Su, Mi'er's mother is probably going to die."

"Aunt Xiang?"

Su Fufu put down the ink pen in a panic, Zhao Yuge followed closely, looked at the heavy rain outside the hall and said, "I'll go with you."

After finishing speaking, he ordered someone to find Imperial Doctor Fang, prepared oil coats and oil paper umbrellas, and sent a message to Chen Zhi to bring a team of people to accompany him.

When everyone left the mansion, Su Fufu didn't know what was going on there, and it was uncertain whether she would come back tonight, so she told Mu He to tell her mother about this time, and then told her not to worry if she came back late.

But Mu He was worried, he turned around and ordered the people below to pass on the message, and he brought 20 people to accompany him through the rain.

The night sky roared continuously.

The raindrops slapping the golden paint depicting the auspicious cloud totem of the carport "slapping" non-stop.

Water drops hung on Su Fufu's strands of blue hair that hadn't escaped the wind and rain, reflecting the light of the car lights very crystal clear.

Her mind was empty and her heart was heavy until the carriage stopped.

She was the first to rush out of the car, the courtyard door was open, and when she ran in, she heard Mi'er's heart-piercing cry.

She suddenly felt a "thump" in her heart, hurriedly dropped the umbrella in her hand and rushed in.

Rushing into the room, she saw that Aunt Xiang's grip on Mi'er was loosened on the bed covered with a brown quilt.

"Mother, mother..."

Su Fufu's eyes flickered, and Zhao Yuge, who followed behind, hurriedly ordered Imperial Doctor Fang to take his pulse.

After only a few breaths, the imperial doctor shook his head and sighed: "I have already left, my condolences, young master."

A few days ago, Doctor Fang had told Zhao Yuge when he came to take his pulse that Xiang Ruliu had only a few days left to live, but now he was not too surprised.It's just that Su Fufu couldn't accept it, so he just looked straight at Xiang Ruliu who was breathless with his eyes closed.

Mi'er wiped away her tears after crying a few times, and stepped back to kowtow to her deceased mother on the bed.

After kowtowing three times, he stood upright and looked at his mother. The corners of his mouth twitched because he suppressed his sadness forcibly, but his tone was not weak at all: "My son will definitely succeed, and I will live up to my mother's painstaking efforts and my benefactor's love. Mother You go."

Zhao Yuge turned his eyes and ordered someone to deal with the funeral.

In the flickering candlelight, Xiang Ruliu was wrapped in white linen and straw mats and carried away. At this time, it was raining heavily outside the house, and Su Fufu's eyes were extremely sad. After all, she didn't say anything, just looked outside the house, at the night And the rain flooded over a man who had just died.

When they got into the carriage, Su Fufu and Mi'er sat on each side with their heads down.

Zhao Yuge looked at Mi'er, thinking that if he really couldn't escape this time, he would hand him over to his uncle.

After a while, Mi'er rustled in the car, she looked up, Mi'er's body trembled more and more, and she cried.

Su Fufu's tears have always been slower than others, for some reason.

When Mi'er cried at this time, Su Fufu couldn't hold back her tears, and cried with wah-wah.

The heavy-hearted Zhao Yuge couldn't put in a few words of relief.

Having cried enough, Su Fufu wiped her tears and said, "Did Aunt Xiang tell you who your real father is?"

"Well, it's the Minister of the Dali Temple, named Gao Yuanyu. But my mother forbids me to go to her, saying that he has a high position and power, and his family must be full of wives, concubines, and children. I'm afraid that if I go, I will live under the fence and live an uneasy life." .It’s better to study hard and make a good future for yourself. I also listen to my mother, and I will never go to find someone who owes her money.”

"Aunt Xiang is right... His wives and concubines only hope that you will have a bad life. And maybe they will try their best to make your life difficult..."

They talked back and forth in the carriage, and no one cared that Zhao Yuge's eyes brightened for a moment.

Gaoyuan cobalt?
Also working in Dali Temple, his family background Zhao Yuge is naturally very clear.

The biggest regret in his life is that there are a lot of concubines at home, but he doesn't have a son.

It was rumored that he had worked hard to obtain a son, but it was a pity that after many years, concubines from one house to another had entered the door, but he still did not get a son.

But now... the son he had been looking forward to day and night was sitting beside him.

Zhao Yuge couldn't help his palms becoming warm for a moment, and he found a way to keep himself.

(End of this chapter)