Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 243 Faraway
Zhang Ruolian couldn't move his eyes away from the distant glow, and his eyes changed from focused to absent-minded, as if Zhang Ruolian might never be able to enjoy the sunset with Jing Chun again for a long time to come.

The sun was shining brightly, and everyone in the market gradually dispersed, but the occasional barking of dogs suddenly made people feel lonely, echoing in the long streets.

"Tell me this..." Zhang Ruolian wanted to ask something, but it was difficult to say anything.

He spied on Jing Chun's long-buried secrets, learned about Jing Chun's rebellious thoughts, and gazed at the unforgettable glow.

"The well worker told me that these are actually of no use," Zhang Ruolian couldn't hide his loneliness in his eyes, and tried not to pay more attention to the soft barking of the dog, and said slowly: "I can't help you with anything, I have no power, and I can't change it. Whether the well worker says it or not doesn’t make any difference to me, and it won’t change the status quo for the well worker either.”

Zhang Ruolian vaguely felt that it was not appropriate for him to say this. How could he keep silent because of Jing Chun's words because of the depression deep in his heart?

"Or the well worker thinks that telling the truth will make him feel better and give him the relief that he is no longer hiding this secret, right?" There was a slight compassion in Zhang Ruolian's eyes, and he even noticed an extreme in his heart. Twisted sarcasm, "For the well worker, didn't he plan to tell me this matter after weighing the pros and cons? Even if the well worker has no intention of publicizing his identity, if he meets His Highness King Li, my kneeling down will be the same as the well worker's. Will the work be the same?”

Jing Chun didn't speak for a while. To be precise, she was told what was on her mind by Zhang Ruolian. Indeed, telling such a situation made Jing Chun feel more relaxed. She reminded her that her fearful mood was just because she confided it to Zhang Ruolian. I was mostly relieved.

The world that Zhang Ruolian and Jing Chun lived in was never the same before, now or in the future.

Never...

It was never a...

Jing Chun suddenly realized his hypocrisy, and his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by his fingertips. The strong stinging sensation forced every cell in his body to rush out of his skin.

Jing Chun's hypocrisy lies in the fact that she has never put herself in Zhang Ruolian's shoes. She thinks that as long as she tells her own difficulties, she can get the other party's forgiveness, and even packages herself as a victim...

So, Jing Chun, you have never let go of your figure from the beginning to the end, right?
What you think is your thought is actually different in the eyes of others, no matter how noble you package it.

A dark and unclear emotion hit Jing Chun, and a period of silence fell between the two. Jing Chun tried to ask herself something, and she wanted to find out the answer.

After a moment of silence, Jing Chun looked at his feet. The hem of his skirt was covered with a golden halo. At that moment, Jing Chun spoke out what was on his mind.

"I'm not showing off my current status, or trying to compete with Zhang Gong on my family background, or letting Zhang Gong see my indifferent attitude towards the nobility within my reach, let alone look down upon me. After passing Gong Zhang, what I want to tell Gong Zhang is that I am still Jing Chun and a painter in Jingzhao Mansion.”

"Painter? Is this important?"

Jing Chun nodded, but her emotions were not as rich as Zhang Ruoli's, "It's very important, isn't it important to Zhang Gong?"

Zhang Ruolian thought thoughtfully. He, Zhang Ruolian, was the painter who passed the examination by himself. If you say it is not important, then of course it is not.

But you have to see what it compares to.

The feeling of looking at the treasure may not be that I am too excited to speak, but that I am worried about gain and loss at a certain moment when I look at it.

Zhang Ruolian smiled. People are always so strange. He suddenly felt that Jing Chun seemed to be trapped in a big net. The painter she mentioned was one of the few identities she could switch to, otherwise she would be trapped all her life. Get into that big net.

Therefore, it is not because Jing Chun is more important as a painter, but because apart from being a painter, she can only be a self-pitying princess.

Naturally, Jing Chun didn't want to be trapped and die in a prince's palace.

It turns out that this is what Jing Chun meant. Zhang Ruolian stopped and pointed forward.

He understood clearly.

"Even though the well worker and I were looking up at the same glow, our eyes still saw different places. The place where the well worker was looking was farther away than me, but I didn't envy the distance that the well worker was looking at, because I knew that the well worker was looking far away. Work is looking forward because of some expectation, and I can enjoy the glow anytime and anywhere.”

Jing Chun frowned, but there was a smile on his lips. He stared unblinkingly at the front pointed by Zhang Ruolian, with some controllable moisture accumulating in his eyes, as if Jing Chun was drowned by endless emotion.

She was shocked, even a little shocked that Zhang Ruolian could say such words to her. Just now, she was laughing at herself for being hypocritical, but the next second, Zhang Ruolian really put herself in Jing Chun's shoes.

It wasn't because of Jing Chun's skillful speaking skills, but because at this moment, Jing Chun met Zhang Ruolian.

"Thank you..." This was the only thing Jing Chun could think of and blurt out.

In addition, there is also, "I don't know why, but I always feel that it will be difficult for me to meet people like Zhang Gong in the future."

"Like me?" Zhang Ruolian smiled and said, "That's natural. There are no identical people in the world, but you say this as if you want to separate, as if you and I will never meet each other."

Jing Chun shook his head, his dull thoughts sank to the bottom of the sea at a certain moment, as if he had a moment of respite on the long journey.

why?
Why does Jing Chun feel like this?
She doesn't know either.

"Don't worry, well worker. I'll pretend I don't know about your affairs. Anyway, it won't make any difference whether I know or don't know. It's better to pretend that I don't know and continue to get along with the well worker."

"I have never been afraid of Mr. Zhang revealing my identity," Jing Chun said, "I have never had such worries from the beginning."

Maybe it's trust, maybe Jingchun has already made a plan...

Intend?

Jing Chun shook her head, not entirely. She had thought about the day when her identity would be revealed, and then it would be difficult for her to stay in Jingzhao Mansion.

Is this a plan?

That's right, at least Jing Chun thought about the consequences.

Strangely, Jing Chun was not as anxious as expected, or she did not know what to think about. She did not want to turn her current state into indifferent, and of course she was not prepared.

But now, she wanted to put down all the heavy burdens and enjoy the feeling that the day was coming to an end.

Jing Chun took a deep breath. She didn't want to go back like this, so she asked, "Is Mr. Zhang going to eat?"

"you please?"

Jing Chun smiled faintly, as if the relationship between the two had returned to the past, "I'll please."

"Then I will definitely go."