Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Defang nodded, and hurried to the study with Baili. As soon as he entered the door of the study, someone saluted, "The little man knocks on the prince."

"Nangong, you're back." Defang helped Nangongwen turn around and said, "Baili, you stay at the door and no one comes in."

"Yes, my lord." Baili withdrew, and Defang said, "I've been here for so long, have I gained something?"

Nangong nodded, and talked with Defang for a long time with a solemn expression. After hearing this, Defang felt a little head-heavy, and sat on the chair weakly, "Is that so?"

"Yes, the villain has checked very clearly." Nangong took out a few portraits, "This one was brought by the villain, and these pictures are what the locals said and painted by the villain, so I confirm that they are correct."

"Then the reason is not clear?"

"Yes, I haven't found it yet."

"Doesn't the local county government know about this?"

"Yes, because the locals have not been able to tell for a long time, it is difficult to confirm the authenticity."

Defang was stunned for a long time, Nangong said, "My lord, it has been 25 years, the villain thinks."

"Yeah, it's been 25 years, but why this time?" Defang shook her head, "There must be something else, it's not that simple."

"My lord, are you going to ask?"

"The lonely king can't speak. But." De Fang frowned, "The lonely king will solve this matter as soon as possible."

"Don't you want it, my lord?"

"Yes, it's fine if you don't see it." Defang stood up, "Okay, Nangong, go to bed early, Cong Pu and the others miss you very much, give them homework tomorrow."

"My lord, do you want to investigate this matter again?"

"No need, you have checked enough, check again." Defang sighed, "The lonely king can't take it anymore, so let's do it."

"Yes, my lord."

Defang walked out of the study and returned to the inner courtyard, walked to the door of the dormitory and stood still, looked at the door and took a deep breath, then entered the door, Concubine Di greeted Defang when she saw Defang came back, "My lord, wrote It's been so long, are you tired?"

"Well, I'm a little tired." Defang sat on the round stool and sighed

"My lord," Concubine Di sat beside her and stroked Defang's back, "Go to bed early if you're tired, and my concubine will massage your head for you."

"Ma'am." Defang looked at Concubine Di, and Concubine Di touched Defang's face, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Defang hugged Concubine Di, "Ma'am, I believe everything you say."

"My lord, did my concubine say anything?"

"Anything is fine. As long as Madam says it, I will believe it."

"My lord, are you too tired? Rest early."

Defang nodded. After they got into bed, Defang turned over and still hugged Concubine Di. No matter how Concubine Di asked Defang, she didn't answer. Defang didn't get up early the next day, and it took until Chenshi, when the two got up During the meal, Defang didn't eat much, and only drank two mouthfuls of porridge, "Madam, I want to go to the stable to see the horses."

Concubine Di looked at Defang, "Well, let Jiajun accompany you."

Defang nodded, got up and left the dining hall, Concubine Di only ate a few mouthfuls, and took Ke'er to the study to watch her grandson's homework, as soon as she entered the study, she saw Nangong, "Mr. Nangong, when did you go back home? "

"The villain sees the empress. The villain returned home last night and did not greet the empress. Please forgive me."

"Mr. Nangong, don't be too polite. How are your relatives in your hometown?"

"They're all distant relatives, and they're doing pretty well. This villain is just going to pay homage to his parents' graves, and show some filial piety."

"That's what it should be." Concubine Di nodded, "Mr. Nangong, it's good if you come back, Xiaopu and the others miss you, and they want you to tell stories."

"Yes, the villain has prepared a lot of stories, His Royal Highnesses will definitely like to hear them."

Cong Yu on the side picked up a piece of paper, "Mr. Nangong, teach us how to draw too."

Nangong saw the paper and quickly took it over, then folded the other papers on the table, "His Royal Highness, Nangong will teach you after the homework is over."

Concubine Di took a look, "Nangong, is this a painting by the prince?"

"No. This is. It was drawn by the villain at will."

"Can I take a look at the palace?"

"Your Majesty, the villain is clumsy, this painting is unsightly."

"Mr. Nangong is too humble. It's not like I haven't seen your paintings before. Are these relatives you painted when you returned home?"

"No, this. Yes, they are distant relatives. They are all country people. They are not good-looking."

Concubine Di smiled, didn't say much, reached out and took the painting in his hand, opened it and was stunned, Concubine Di looked up at Nangongwen, "Nangong, what's going on?"

Seeing that Nangong Wen could not hide it, he could only tell the truth.