Crown Princess, she can catch ghosts

Chapter 25 Concentric Bell [-]
The two walked in Xinglin for a quarter of an hour, Sheng Wangshu felt a little tired, Ji Fuguang accompanied her back to the pavilion.

The servant rolled up the bamboo curtain, and placed a desk, pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Xinglin, and Sheng Wangshu began to paint in the pavilion.

Ji Fuguang is usually a person who can't take time off. He has a hot temper and wants to practice when he has a little time, but now he sits patiently with Sheng Wangshu.

Because he had only walked for a while, Sheng Wangshu was warming up, wearing a light spring shirt and a white cape, which showed his figure, and he looked petite and exquisite while sitting on the futon and drawing.

The little girl's side face is also very beautiful, the tip of her nose is small and delicate, her red lips are spotless and vermilion, her expression is serious when she is painting, her eyes are shining, very attractive.

Ji Fuguang moved a futon and sat down cross-legged beside her, put his hands on his knees, and propped his chin to watch her draw.

The little girl's brush strokes are immature, but her skills are very good, and the scenery she draws is lifelike, as if the spring scenery of the apricot forest is vivid on the paper.

Suddenly, the little girl tilted her head and looked eagerly at Ji Fuguang, "Brother Fuguang, can you stand there on horseback for a while? Just for a while."

Ji Fu immediately understood what the little girl meant, and he was so happy that he couldn't help but grabbed the little girl's hand and kissed it, "Okay."

Sheng Wangshu blushed again, wishing he could bury his face on the table.

Seeing Ji Fuguang's move by Meng Lang, Ruoying wanted to say something, but Sheng Wangshu was so happy, thinking that the two of them had a marriage contract, and there was no one else here, so she didn't speak, and just let the servant burn the stove Make it more vigorous, lest the cold wind blow in and make Sheng Wangshu feel cold.

The black horse was tall and mighty, with shiny fur and a strong body. Its mane moved with the wind, and it was extremely dashing.

On the horse's back, the general in black clothes with narrow sleeves was cut like a knife, his eyebrows were painted in ink, his black hair hung down behind him, and his waist was as tall and straight as a pine.

The general came on horseback, his clothes fluttering, his horseshoes stepped on the petals of apricot blossoms on the ground, crushing a burst of fragrance, and it also stepped into the heart of the girl who was writing.

Not to mention Sheng Wangshu who was already pleased with him, the accompanying maidservants couldn't help but blush when they saw this scene, and lowered their heads not daring to look at it again.

Ji Fuguang was born well, his family background is not bad, he is more self-motivated, young and promising, at the age of 17 he has made military achievements, was proclaimed General Yunhui by the Holy Master, and is a fourth-rank official, an official in the capital One of the ladies' favorite son-in-law.

However, no one dared to show their thoughts to Ji Fuguang, because he was betrothed to the young daughter of Marquis Wen'an's family since he was a child. Those who resist the decree and disrespect will be beheaded.

Of course, Ji Fuguang's heart and eyes are full of Sheng Wangshu, even if other people want to pry the corner, Ji Fuguang will break the hoe before he can do it.

After a long time, everyone stopped thinking and turned to bless the two.

After finishing the last stroke, Sheng Wangshu softly called Ji Fuguang to watch.

Ji Fuguang got off his horse and let the boy lead him. He quickly approached to take a look, and saw that there was a heroic general on the original painting of Xinglin.

The general was imposing, but he seemed to see his sweetheart. There was a faint smile on his brows and eyes, and the small letters with hairpins on the signature seemed to give the best explanation.

Ji Fuguang couldn't put it down, and praised: "Wang Shu is amazing, the painting is so beautiful, I can't believe it's me."

The two sons who had just come back from the horse race happened to hear this sentence, they were bubbling with sourness, they could only scold themselves in their hearts for why they came back so early, for no reason they trampled on a lonely boy's heart.

Out of curiosity, one person leaned over to take a look, marveled, and deliberately provocatively said: "I can also ride a horse, sister Wang Shu, can you draw me a picture too? It must be more handsome than Ji Fuguang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Sheng Wangshu could reply, he was thrown out by the collar by Ji Fuguang.

He fell outside the pavilion and smashed a piece of porcelain, even shaking a few petals and falling on his body.

The other person was so happy that he took the opportunity to go up and kick him twice, calling him what he deserved.

Seeing that elder brother yelling that his leg was broken and that Ji Fuguang was to be responsible, Sheng Wangshu looked over worriedly, Ji Fuguang glanced at them warningly, then turned to comfort the little girl, "Don't be afraid, they are teasing you, usually It’s all so noisy in the barracks, nothing will happen.”

After Sheng Wangshu heard this, his delicate brows were slightly frowned, and his face was full of worry, "Then will brother Fuguang be bullied like this?"

Ji Fuguang just laughed, "No."

Hearing Sheng Wangshu's words, the person who was thrown out just now yelled loudly, as if he had suffered a great grievance, "Can he be bullied? Ji Fuguang has always been the only one who bullies others! Sister Wangshu, you Also talk about him, don't bully us all day long relying on your strength!"

Sheng Wangshu chuckled, and whispered, "As long as brother Fuguang won't be bullied, it's fine."

"What?" the man complained unhappily, "Where is Sister Wang Shu's heart?"

Ji Fuguang was pleased by the little girl's favoritism, and laughed along with the little girl, without any trace of his usual cold and stern aura.

The person who was thrown out was called Chang Shi, and the other was called Song Xun. They had played with Sheng Wang, Shu Ji Fuguang and others since they were young.

Song Xun lost in the horse race and didn't renege on his debts. He proudly took out his private money and ordered the boy to go back to the wine shop in the city to buy wine, and we all drank together at night.

He often squatted in front of the painting and felt sore while looking at the painting, making Ji Fuguang want to slap him.

When the ink on the painting was dry, Ji Fuguang asked the boy to put it away carefully, so as not to make people think about it. The nervousness of guarding against thieves made their teeth itch.

When Su Yiwan and Su Jingzhou came back, Chang Shi immediately sued them, accusing Ji Fuguang of his evil deeds, which made Sheng Wangshu and Su Yiwan laugh.

In the end, it was Su Jingzhou who drew a picture of riding a horse for both of them as if coaxing children, and the two of them calmed down.

In the noisy room, it was getting late.

When the sun was setting and the western mountains were burning red for a long time, even the apricot forest was dyed with a faint golden layer, Rong Qiao and the other two young masters finally had enough fun, and rode back to the pavilion together.

A group of people went to the other courtyard together.

The servants of the other courtyard have already prepared dinner, and in order to fit the atmosphere of outing, most of them are delicious food in spring.

For example, stuffed bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot sticks with meat, Shanhaidou, Chinese toon egg pancakes, spring leek and jade dumplings, vegetarian stir-fried scallops, mandarin fish meat soup, Bijian soup, plum soup cakes, lily soup cakes, etc., which are both seasonal and delicious. .

Although it is not a common dish in the capital, with the financial resources of the Su family, it is just a breeze to prepare these dishes.

The table was full of spring scenery, and vegetarian food accounted for a lot, but few people had no objections.

Although they are usually young and well-off children from rich families, now that the season is just right in spring, it is quite interesting to taste these fresh dishes.

Su Jingzhou was the eldest among them, so he took the first place, and Ji Fuguang still sat comfortably next to Sheng Wang.

Rong Qiao originally wanted to sit on the other side of Sheng Wangshu, but Su Yiwan had already sat down before her, so Rong Qiao had to sit next to Su Jingzhou, with a stern face that made people laugh.

Su Jingzhou joked: "Sister Aqiao doesn't want to sit with me just like that?"

Rong Qiao shook her head, looked at Sheng Wangshu who was sandwiched between Su Yiwan and Ji Fuguang with some melancholy, and sighed: "Brother Jingzhou is very good, but Wang Shu Xiangxiang is soft, looking at you Everyone is happy, who doesn't want to sit with her!"

Sheng Wangshu smiled lightly, but he was very generous to her, "Ah Qiao is also fragrant and soft, and Wang Shu also likes Ah Qiao."

So Rong Qiao was satisfied.

(End of this chapter)