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Chapter 223 The child in this painting
Beijing.

Guo Mansion, Songhe Hall.

It had been raining for most of the day. The old lady who was taking a nap woke up to the sound of rain. The mute servant outside heard the noise and came in to serve the old lady and get up.

The old lady stood up, looked at the rain outside, turned to the mute servant and said, "It's been raining for three days and it's not stopping."

When the mute servant heard this, he knew that the old lady was unconscious again and wanted to make some gestures, but gave up and brought a cup of tea to the old lady.

The old lady took the tea and took a sip. "I haven't finished yesterday's painting yet. Go and find it for me."

Yesterday? The old lady didn't paint yesterday, that was from before.

The mute servant thought for a moment, and then finally remembered which picture the old lady was talking about, which the old lady had specially told him in the spring.

After the mute servant found the painting and laid it out on the table, the old lady let him go out.

There is an unfinished painting on the table. The raindrops under the eaves and the puddles on the ground indicate that it is raining. There are many red lanterns with the Chinese character "Shou" hanging on the corridor.

In the pavilion, there is a half-painted figure of a young child. There is a purse hanging on his waist, and a jade pendant hanging next to the purse.

At this moment, with the sound of rain outside, the old lady's memory was once again brought back to that day. There was a hint of respect in his serious expression when he picked up the pen, and he showed the child's appearance on the drawing paper one stroke at a time.

By the time the entire painting was completed, the rain outside had stopped.

At this time, Guo Yong came to Songhe Hall to say hello.

After saying goodbye, Guo Yong looked outside and took two steps closer. "Father, do you know that there is a strange rumor in Beijing recently?"

The old lady was washing her pen. Guo Yong wanted to come forward to help, but he refused.

"The capital, when has it ever lacked these?"

Although the old master looked energetic, Guo Yong didn't know if he was awake today. He tried to say, "I heard that Prince Jingnan still has an heir in the world."

The old master didn't stop and thought for a moment, "Prince Jingnan? How come I didn't know there was this prince in the court? Your Majesty's newly named brother?"

After hearing this, Guo Yong knew that his father's memory no longer existed. Anyway, it was not His Royal Highness King Jingnan that he had longed for.

But Guo Yong had to answer, and just said: "He is a noble family member." The old lady didn't ask any questions. After washing one pen, he washed another one and muttered, "Your Highness, Enlightenment" "Yes, I need to practice my calligraphy well. I have to report to His Majesty tomorrow to find a calligrapher for His Majesty."

Guo Yong sighed. It was not his fault that there were few servants in Songhe Hall. He really never left his little highness.

"The art of calligraphy is very important. In the future, all the ministers who approve memorials will be able to see..."

Guo Yong was startled and interrupted his next words, "Father!"

The old master shook his hands, raised his eyes and scolded: "What are you making all this fuss about?" After speaking, he glanced at Guo Yong with disgust and said, "What can't you say?"

How can you say this? If you don’t do well, you’ll lose your head!

"To tell you the truth, Your Majesty has already told me in private, but the edict to establish the crown prince has not yet been written. Your Majesty thought it was a good time..."

Guo Yong's eyes widened in horror. What do you mean the edict to establish the crown prince has not been written yet? That’s all!

Is it possible that the late emperor's preferred crown prince was really King Jingnan?
"Father...Father didn't...didn't remember the mistake?" Guo Yong stuttered.

The old lady rolled her eyes at him, "How could my father remember such a big thing wrong? Your Majesty just told me about it a few days ago."

Guo Yong's expression froze. Your Majesty has been dead for many years.

The old lady didn't care what Guo Yong was thinking. After washing the brush, he saw that his painting was drying. He held it and looked at it with satisfaction.

"Your Highness looks exactly like His Majesty."

Guo Yong came up to take a look and didn't have much reaction when he saw the child's appearance, but when he saw the lantern with the character "longevity" hanging under the corridor, he was stunned.

Each font of the Chinese character longevity on this lantern is different. He specially asked someone to write it during his father's birthday party this year.

But, this child in this painting?
His father also mentioned His Highness that day, but Guo Yong didn't pay attention at that time. Thinking of all the things that day and the recent rumors in Beijing, Guo Yong's heart beat faster.

He raised his finger and pointed at the young child in the painting, and asked in a trembling voice that he didn't even notice.

"It was my father's birthday a few days ago. Father...father met the young highness at our house?"