Quick wear: She has turned over the big guys from all walks of life

After returning to the mansion, Buwei first went to meet the staff who were selecting painters. The staff had already selected a painter with a more distinctive personality, and the others were naturally given some money to send them away.

Looking at the painter standing in front of him, there was no surprise in his eyes.

This man looks respectful, but his back is very straight, as if he is proud of himself. Can such a man teach a little girl calmly?

However, these are not things he should worry about. He only needs to arrange the painter and go home to find the prince.

"Master, the painter has been selected."

"bring it here."

Buwei nodded and went out and ordered someone to bring the painter over. When the painter saw Buwei, he felt relieved. Because everything was under control, he behaved slowly and leisurely, quite a bit neither humble nor overbearing.

"Painter Ling, please come in."

"Yes."

If he didn't say please, Painter Ling would not listen to his polite words, and his attitude towards him remained the same.

Stepping into the study one after another, Buwei said to Zhou Ting who was sitting busy at the table: "Your Majesty, Painter Ling is here."

"The common people come to see the Crown Prince."

Painter Ling naturally knelt down to greet him, but he knelt on one knee, not both knees.

Zhou Ting put aside the matters at hand and looked up at Painter Ling. He could tell he was not at ease with his etiquette just by looking at him, but he said calmly: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Painter Ling stood up and straightened his back.

When Zhou Ting saw this, he subconsciously thought of the phoenix lantern painting that made Mingyi look at him. In an instant, the thought flashed away and was covered up, no longer appearing.

"No, I'll take care of the pen and ink, and ask the painter Ling to paint a proud work."

"Here."

Bu Wei went out for a while and brought back a set of unused Four Treasures of the Study; of course they were not treasures, just ordinary household supplies.

Painter Ling was not surprised by the other party's temptation, so he adjusted the ink and started painting.

A few moments.

A black and white picture of a phoenix appeared on the paper, and when the last stroke was put down, Painter Ling stopped and picked up the brush.

"Your Majesty, the painting of the common people has been finished."

Buwei stepped forward and held the ink that was not completely dry in his hands before Zhou Ting.

Zhou Ting glanced briefly and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, living alone style."

"Your Majesty, you are so complimentary."

Zhou Ting stood up and walked out of the desk, picked up Painter Ling's work in one hand, and asked, "I wonder if Painter Ling can paint in the market?"

"Occasionally."

"I have seen a lantern at a stall in the night market before," he said tentatively.

Painter Ling's eyes flashed slightly, "I'd like to ask, which one sells sachets?"

"Exactly." Zhou Ting nodded and handed the painting back to him, "I think it was the work of Painter Ling."

"My dearest son, it's just a humble work."

"A friend of yours likes that painting of yours."

"It's a blessing for the grassroots people."

After asking and answering questions, I realized that this painter Ling is not an interesting person. He has character and arrogance, but he is very lacking in how to deal with others. If such a person does not change, he is only suitable to live in the life he is living now. environment.

Zhou Ting did not want to continue to quarrel with him, so he said: "This friend of mine has become interested in learning painting because of your paintings. Is Painter Ling willing to come and teach me?"

"I wonder who the prince's friend is?"

"No need to ask more, just tell me if you are willing. If not, I will look for other painters." It doesn't have to be him.

It would be inappropriate to involve a girl in an undecided matter.

His cover-up behavior made Painter Ling frown, "There is nothing that cannot be said to others. If the prince is like this, the common people will have no choice but to do so."

"That's all. I'll send Painter Ling to you." "Here." Wu Wei turned sideways and said, "Painter Ling, please."

Painter Ling opened his mouth slightly and looked at the Crown Prince of Zhou who had already turned around and walked towards the table. He did not say the words that were on his lips. But he was unwilling to say so. He was just being arrogant. He never expected that this Crown Prince of Zhou would So decisive.

Don't lead people out of the house.

During this period, Painter Ling wanted to inquire many times, but was distracted by Buwei's search for topics.

Until he left the house, he failed to get the news he wanted.

"Painter Ling, walk slowly." Not being polite enough.

Painter Ling nodded and walked out without saying a word.

Not wanting to curl his lips, he turned around and left with disdain; there were so many different kinds of people around him that Painter Ling couldn't even show off in front of him, let alone show off in front of him.

He's just a painter, he doesn't even have any fame.

If Mrs. Cheng hadn't wanted to learn painting, could the prince recruit painters in the northwest? But pull it down.

The gentleman next to the Crown Prince at the time was a great scholar invited from Kyoto, and he was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If Mrs. Cheng wanted to learn more, the Crown Prince would probably do everything possible to invite a great scholar from Kyoto to teach her.

"Sir, send me off. That painter Ling wanted to inquire about you again and again on the way out of the house." Returning to the study, he explained the matter without hesitation.

Zhou Ting lowered his eyes and continued to handle official duties, "Don't worry about a self-proclaimed noble person."

"Then, Miss Cheng is learning painting."

"It's my prince's birthday in early February next year, so I don't plan to make it big. I'll write to the teacher and ask him if he can come back soon. I haven't seen the teacher in two years."

Buwei smiled slightly and said, "If you write the letter in person, Master Fan will definitely come over."

Zhou Ting smiled and immediately wrote a letter and sealed it and handed it to Buwei.

"Order someone to send it to the teacher."

"My slave understands, so I will send him here."

Buwei took the envelope respectfully, handed it to the secret guard after going out, and sent two guards to escort the letter to ensure that it would be delivered to Master Fan.

The next day.

Not only did he get up two quarters of an hour early, he personally picked up the hot roasted lamb and steak, and loaded the fruits and saplings into the car.

According to the master's instructions, the cook in the big kitchen got up in the middle of the night and prepared many kinds of pastries for loading.

"Master, everything is put on the carriage."

Not wanting to see that the arrangements were made and the carriage was waiting outside the mansion, he turned back to his master to wait on him.

Zhou Ting put on a red cloak and said, "Don't forget the saplings."

"Don't worry, sir. If you forget anything, don't forget the things you brought for Mrs. Cheng." Not to flatter.

Thinking of that energetic little girl, whenever he saw her, he always felt happy; it was the joy that spread from deep inside his heart, the kind that seemed to have known her for a long time, and he wanted to get close to her as soon as he saw her.

Touching the thick clothes on his body, Zhou Ting's lips curled up slightly, and a smile filled his eyes.

"Walk."

No matter how close you are, you can feel his anticipation and joy.

The master and servant walked out of the room one after another, and took advantage of the darkness to board the carriage; they were accompanied by a group of guards, as well as An Wu and other secret guards.

When we arrived at the city gate, it was not yet open and the guard had just arrived.

"It's the Crown Prince of Zhou."

"Open the city gate quickly!"

"Open the city gate!"

The guard generals passed the message one by one, and the guard general who had been sleeping all day suddenly lost his drowsiness and became energetic; each one ran very fast, and it was impossible to see how lazy he had been just now.

The city gate opened and the convoy left the city smoothly.

Zhou Tingdao: "As a guard general, he is lazy and undisciplined. Today, all the guard generals returned to camp to practice again."

"Yes." The secret guard outside the car responded respectfully.