I see You Lian is the ally

Chapter 168 Blooming and Bewitching (Part [-])
Fortunately, Zhou Ling came with Di Chen.He helped Di Chen find the boat, broke the barrier, and rescued Mrs. Yu.

The two rowed the boat to the shore and helped Mrs. Yu to get off the boat.

Di Chen asked suspiciously: "Yu Dujian, who tied you to the boat?"

Yu Taiqing shook his head and remained silent.

Di Chen was really puzzled. This morning, Mrs. Yu went out the door, clearly saying that she was going to see Mrs. Jiang, but she deliberately didn't let him follow.Mrs. Jiang is a master of spells, so how could Yu Dujian be arrested when she was with her.

Di Chen was puzzled, glanced at Yu Taiqing, and saw that his expression was calm, but he didn't see much resentment.A light flashed in Di Chen's mind, as if he understood something.

Although Yu Dujian didn't use spells lightly, not everyone could bind him unless he was willing to be bound.

Di Chen couldn't help sighing that love is indeed mysterious.Once it's touched, it's like a different person.He didn't expect that even Yu Dujian became so good at playing.

When the three of them went ashore, Zhou Ling suggested that Yu Taiqing go to have a meal first, after all, he hadn't had water or rice for a day.

Yu Taiqing shook her head: "Go to the other garden."

The Bieyuan by the Qujiang Pool was built by the imperial court, and the layout of each Bieyuan is basically the same.

There are only two courtyards, the front yard is five wing rooms, all with blue tiles and white walls, and the back yard is the garden.

Because there are no permanent residents, the vegetation in the garden is not pruned, and it grows wantonly, and it is green everywhere.

There were traces of fighting in the garden, presumably Huajiao fought with those gu carved monsters when he led someone to save her cousin.

There are two servant rooms on the west wall, and Yu Taiqing led Di Chen and Zhou Ling along the path paved with bluestones.

On both sides of the path, several hibiscus flowers are planted. It is time for the flowers to bloom, and the purple flowers are in full bloom.

Yu Taiqing walked a few steps, and suddenly found a few Datura flowers under the flower tree.

These flowers are dotted in the grass, and they don't look like they were planted by the gardener at the beginning of the construction of the villa, but wild ones later.

Compared with the hibiscus flower, this datura flower blooms more colorfully, with red, gold, blue, white and pink colors. Under the ray of the setting sun, it looks delicate and charming with a touch of enchantment.

Yu Taiqing paused, and suddenly remembered that she had seen this flower before, but it was not in season, and the flower had not yet bloomed.

"Zhou Ling, do you still remember seeing this flower in the Linyin Temple in Jiumian Mountain?" Yu Taiqing asked.

Zhou Ling looked at it intently, nodded and said, "I remember, it's under the so-called sacred tree."

Di Chen stepped forward, knelt down to look at it, and said, "Isn't this Datura flower, also called big morning glory, this kind of wild flower is very common. It can be seen everywhere in fields, beside ditches, and on river banks. It's nothing rare."

This is true.

Mrs. Yu glanced at it, then walked down to the living room.

There are no permanent residents in Bieyuan, so Yu Taiqing did not arrange servants to guard the yard, and these servant rooms have never been occupied by people.

But at this time, Di Chen pushed open the door, and the window curtains of the room were lowered, covering the windows tightly, so that no light from outside could penetrate.

Di Chen cast a spell to light up the candle, and saw a narrow couch in the corner of the room covered with quilts, several burnt candles on the table, and a food box with unused food in it, and people everywhere Traces of living.

Di Chen was startled: "Here...does anyone live here?"

Mrs. Yu frowned and said nothing, walked to the bed and looked, only to see a carved wooden box on the table beside the bed.

He raised his hand to open it, only to see that there were many spices inside, such as ambergris, tonka, sandalwood, most of which were expensive spices.

It seems that Huajiao's cousin was imprisoned here to make incense.

Yu Taiqing walked around the house again, seeing nothing more, she left the other garden.

At this time, the sun has set, the moon has not yet risen, it is the time when the sky will be dark.

The Qujiang pool is still very lively, the lights of the boats on the lake are lit up, and the sound of silk and bamboo is constant.

In a gazebo, a group of people gathered there, holding their breath, not knowing what they were looking at.

Yu Taiqing took a glance, and saw Li Cong, King of Liu'an, standing in front of the stone table, holding a vermilion brush in his hand, obviously painting.

Seeing King Liu'an, Zhou Ling said, "It's King Liu'an who is painting. I heard that he will stay in the other garden in Qujiang Pond every summer."

Yu Taiqing walked slowly towards the gazebo.

There are lanterns hanging on the four corners of the gazebo, which are already lit at this time, and the bright lights are reflected on the stone chairs in the pavilion.

A little lady was sitting on a stone chair. She was not very beautiful, but she was young and childish, with clear eyes and a shy smile on her lips.

She is probably the lotus picker from Qujiang Pond, wearing a pink dress embroidered with peach blossoms, holding a branch of pink lotus in her hand, and her sleeves are hanging down, revealing her tanned wrists.

Li Cong, the king of Liu'an, was painting her.

He has passed his forty years, but his face is as white as jade, his cheeks are clear, and he still looks handsome and suave.

He didn't wear brocade clothes, but only a plain gown, and he didn't wear a crown with his hair tied up. He looked quite fairy-like.

Yu Taiqing knew that he was supposed to be in micro-clothes for entertainment here, and the people around the audience probably didn't know that the person who painted was the emperor's uncle, King Liu'an.Therefore, Yu Taiqing did not come forward to pay respects, but just stood outside the crowd and watched.

A man in front of Yu Taiqing said with emotion: "The painting is really good."

The woman beside him also said: "That's right, the price is not expensive, you can make a painting for only ten yuan. Or, I'll have one too?"

The man glanced at her, pointed to the pockmarks on her face, and said, "Lady, let's forget it."

The woman was displeased, glared at the man, and insisted on pushing ahead to pay the silver.

Li Cong, King of Liu'an, took the last stroke and held up the painting.

I saw the little lady sitting on the stone chair in the painting, with a simple bun, delicate eyebrows, a shy smile, the painting is lifelike, and most importantly, she seems to be a little more beautiful than herself.

The little lady was very satisfied, put away the painting and left happily.

Li Cong raised his head, caught a glimpse of Yu Taiqing in the crowd inadvertently, and asked with a smile, "Ah Qing, do you want a portrait too?"

Mrs. Yu waved her hands and said salutingly, "I've seen...Uncle, I didn't come here to ask for a portrait, but I want to ask Uncle about something."

He was afraid that the king of Liu'an would not want to reveal his identity, so he did not call him the prince.

Although his current identity is no longer the child of the eldest princess of Yongning, the emperor suppressed the matter. Except for the emperor and the queen mother, in the eyes of others, he is still the son of the eldest princess of Yongning.

Li Cong smiled, and while packing up his brushes, ink, papers and inkstones, he said, "Let's come here today. If you still want to ask for a portrait, come back tomorrow morning."

The audience dispersed regretfully, Li Cong stepped forward and said, "Come on, let's go to Wangjiang Tower to have a glass of wine, my king treats you."

(End of this chapter)