Ci Jinzhi

Qi Daizhao, who had always been a man of few words, suddenly said: "It's not because of that sweet cake."

Ci Daizhao retorted: "Why not? What the father-in-law just meant was that Brother Hua gave Xin Daizhao sweet cakes, and Xin Daizhao made a nuisance to him today."

Qi Daizhao shook his head: "No. Sweet cakes are not worth mentioning, but Xin Daizhao is willing to mention them."

Ci Daizhao was startled and understood the meaning of Qi Daizhao.

A piece of sweet cake is nothing. Hua Daizhao has the opportunity to see Tianyan because Xin Daizhao has a kind heart and cherishes every kindness of others.

The divination of Daizhao gave rise to a guess: Could it be that the nobleman in the painting of Daizhao is Xin Daizhao?
If this is the case, the relationship between Hua Daizhao and Xin Daizhao may have to do with that piece of sweet cake.

In any case, the fact that a person like Xin Taizhao would associate with low-down officials like them shows his character.

Hua Daizhao entered the palace and was led to Emperor Xingyuan. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Emperor Xingyuan was gentler than he thought: "No need to be too polite. I told you to come because I heard that you are good at painting people, and I want you to paint a portrait."

"Yes." Hua Daizhao lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Tianyan, with great expectation in his heart.

Now you can see what the emperor looks like openly.

"Well, let's just draw a portrait of Xin Daizhao. You happen to be familiar with him."

Hua Daizhao was stunned for a moment and quickly agreed.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were spread out, and the painting was waiting for the imperial edict. The pen was picked up, but it was not finished for a while.

Emperor Xingyuan, standing beside him with his hands behind his hands, wondered: "Why don't you draw?"

Hua Daizhao tightened his grip on his pen.

He also wanted to draw, but he was nervous with such a big emperor standing next to him!

However, no matter how nervous he was, he couldn't stand still. He took a deep breath and started writing.

It is not a boast that Hua Daizhao is good at painting figures. After he started writing, all the nervousness, anxiety and other emotions were immediately forgotten, and all he could see was the painting.

The appearance of the young man appeared in his mind, and he wrote smoothly, and soon a handsome young man appeared on the page.

"Wei Chen has finished the painting." He put down his pen and stepped aside.

Emperor Xingyuan admired it with great interest and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The eyebrows seem a bit different -"

As soon as these words came out, Hua Daizhao immediately broke down in cold sweat and hurriedly looked at the characters he had painted in one go.

At this point, I am stupid.

With his painting skills, let alone the young man he spends all day with, he can also draw almost the same thing as someone he has just met. However, the portrait in front of him is not that the emperor is picky, it is really different from Xin Taizhao.

"I am incompetent, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Hua Daizhao immediately knelt down to plead guilty, his face turned pale.

I thought it was an opportunity, but I didn't expect it to be a disaster.

He didn't blame Xin Taizhao for creating the opportunity for him, he only blamed him for being obsessed with it.

"What kind of punishment?" Emperor Xingyuan grinned unconsciously, "The painting is good! I will give you a pair of Huhu pens and a hundred taels of silver..."

After hearing a series of rewards, Hua Daizhao became even more stupid.

This time it was not fear, but surprise and confusion.

Why is there a big reward if the painting doesn't look like it?

"I'm waiting for the imperial edict, so I won't thank you for your kindness." Sun Yan, the eunuch, reminded him.

Hua waited for Zhao to come to his senses and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty."

After the painting was waiting for Zhao to leave, Emperor Xingyuan picked up the painting and admired it again: "The painting is really good. Sun Yan, arrange for someone to frame it."

He said that Mu'er must have a resemblance to him, and the painter would have noticed it!

But Hua Daizhao suddenly stopped on his way back to the Hanlin Academy in a daze.

He was not obsessed with his mind, but he entered a state of selflessness and moved his pen according to his heart, so that he could draw such a difficult edict.

He is good at observing a person's bones when drawing people, and he has long felt that a person's bones are more beautiful if they are painted with Xin Taizhao.

In this way, Xin Taizhao may have changed his appearance, but his original appearance... looks like an emperor!

Xin Daizhao is like an emperor - thinking of this, Hua Daizhao gasped. "Why didn't Hua Daizhao leave?" the chamberlain asked.

Hua Daizhao suddenly came back to his senses: "No, it's nothing."

He seemed to have discovered a huge secret!

Hua Daizhao took one step at a time and returned to the waiting hall.

Seeing his lost look, several people gathered around him.

"Brother Hua, what's wrong with you?" Ci Daizhao asked.

Could it be that his words and deeds were inappropriate and made the emperor unhappy?

Hua Daizhao looked at several colleagues with curious faces and calmly said, "I am so happy that I have been rewarded today. It feels like I haven't come back to my senses yet."

Xin Daizhao is the direct prince!
When he thought of this guess, Hua Daizhao wanted to scream.

"What's the reward?" Ci Daizhao couldn't help but raise his voice and asked.

Since it is a good thing, why does Hua Daizhao look like this?

The people in the east hall couldn't help but look around when they heard the commotion, and were jealous of the fate of the few idlers in the west hall.

"I was rewarded with a pair of Hu pens, 100 taels of silver..."

Everyone's eyes were opened when they heard Ci Daizhao.

100 taels of silver!An imperially gifted writing brush that can be used as a family heirloom!

"The Hu biscuits I ate that morning were much more delicious than the sweet cakes..." Ci Daizhao murmured, regretting it endlessly.

Divination awaits the imperial edict and he nods secretly.

There is no doubt that the noble man who painted Daizhao is Xin Daizhao.

Ignoring the subtle changes in the minds of everyone in the imperial edict hall, Xin You and his entourage galloped and arrived at the inn before dark.

The group of people were dressed in plain clothes. After revealing their identities, the postmaster hurriedly arranged meals for the room.

"Please heat up this crispy duck and bring it over." He Qingxiao went to tell the postman in person.

When the meal started, Xin You and He Qingxiao were sitting at a table alone. When they saw the crispy duck that was served, they couldn't help but glance at He Qingxiao.

"It was made by an elder in my family. He asked me to take it with me to eat on the road. Mr. Xin can try it." In front of others, He Qingxiao couldn't bring up the appointment between the two of them to eat crispy duck.

"Thank you, Mr. He." Xin You didn't expect that He Qingxiao still remembered the previous agreement, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise, "It's great that Mr. He has an elder who cares about you so much."

He Qingxiao thought of the scene when Aunt Gui stuffed the crispy duck to him with a straight face, and felt a little unsure about what she said.

Aunt Gui didn't seem to want to talk to him.

"Aunt Gui heard that I was escorting Mr. Xin on his trip, and she also said that when Mr. Xin comes back, he will come to the Marquis Mansion and she will cook for him personally."

"Then don't forget Master He when you come back."

Jin Linwei at the other table listened to his master chatting and laughing with Mr. Xin, secretly wondering.

My lord is not usually such a warm person.

As for Qianfeng and Ping An, after finishing their meal quickly, they stood silently behind Xin You, with only the new master in their eyes.

He Qingxiao was happy to see two more loyal people protecting Xin You, until these two people insisted on sleeping in the same room with Xin You.

"We can just lay the floor and it won't affect the young master's rest." Qianfeng promised.

Xin You had a headache: "I'm not used to sleeping in the same room with others. I can't fall asleep even if someone is there, even if I don't make a sound."

"The villain and Qianfeng wait until the young master falls asleep before entering the house?"

"No." Xin You and He Qingxiao refused in unison.

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

Qianfeng and Ping An were puzzled by He Qingxiao's reaction.

What's going on with Mr. He? Doesn't he care about the young master's safety so much?
(End of this chapter)