poisonous woman

Chapter 230 The Proud Peony
"Ze'er, Run'er, where have you been hiding? Why can't aunt find it?" Rong Zhao looked at the two little guys hiding behind the tree and smiled secretly. piece.

She didn't go directly behind the tree to grab them, but pretended to look around, as if she didn't see them.

"These two little guys, are they invisible? Why can't they be found anywhere?" Rong Zhao shouted behind the tree: "Okay, okay, Sixth Aunt admit defeat, come out quickly."

"Haha, where are we, Sixth Aunt?" The two little guys leaned out from behind the tree, one left and one right, "You can't find it, can you?"

"Who made the two of you so clever? Auntie never thought you would hide behind a tree." Rong Zhao waved at them, "Come here, tired from playing, take a break."

The two children jumped towards her cheerfully like flying butterflies, with light voices, Rong Run held Rong Zhao's hand and raised his head, "Auntie, I haven't played enough yet."

"You see that you are sweating and your little face is flushed. Take a break and drink some water, okay?" Rong Zhao squatted down and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. Go ahead and play."

Rong Ze stepped down on Rong Run's shoulder, jokingly said: "Brother, take a rest, we are not tired, but aunt is tired, she is getting old."

"You little villain, how dare you say that my aunt is getting old and won't give you delicious food." Rong Zhao scratched his nose.

Rong Ze grinned, "My aunt is a little older than my brother and I."

Rong Zhao nodded, "Well, you are right, aunt is getting old."

"But my aunt is beautiful, age is not a problem." Rong Ze said sweetly.

Rong Zhao laughed, "Xiao Zui really knows how to speak."

Rong Run was soft and cute, hugged Rong Zhao's thigh, and put his chin on it, "Let's play for a while, aunt, let's play eagle catch chicks, you will be the hen, I will be the chick, and let my brother be the eagle. "

"Okay then, just play once. If you catch it, you have to rest. You will have lunch soon. Auntie asked the kitchen to cook a lot of delicious food for you." Rong Zhao spoiled the child, there is no reason for her to act like a spoiled child. .

As soon as Xiao Junjue came in, he saw that Rong Zhao was arguing wildly with children like a child. For such a big man, he can still play with children of how old. He is simply a king of children.

"Oh, I've got it, I've got it." Seeing Xiao Junjue, Rong Zhao lost his mind and didn't protect Rong Run, letting Rong Ze get caught.

Rong Zhao gasped for breath and said out of breath: "Okay, okay, I caught it, stop playing, I'm exhausted."

Rong Run pouted, "Auntie is so stupid."

"My aunt is too old to run anymore." Rong Zhao pinched his little face and greeted Qiu Shui and Gu Wu, "Qiu Shui, Gu Wu, take them down to wash their faces."

Xiao Junjue walked up to Rong Zhao, "Look at you, you are like a child, you are really playing crazy."

Rong Zhao showed his white teeth, and said with a pretty smile, "It's just a coincidence that you saw it."

"You like children very much?" Xiao Junjue asked while wiping her sweat.He was suspicious, she seemed to like children very much, why did she say she didn't want children?

Rong Zhao didn't take it seriously, and said casually, "I like it, children are the purest in the world, and when we're with them, I don't have any troubles."

She took Xiao Junjue's arm and walked into the room, "Are you busy with official duties today? I asked Qiu Shui to make old duck soup to nourish you."

"It's not hard work, it's just some trivial matters on patrol, I can handle it." Xiao Junjue looked sideways at Rong Zhao, "By the way, today I met your eldest cousin, and he asked when you will go to protect the country. House?"

Rong Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, "It will take a few days, no matter how you say it, I have to go home and stay for a few days."

Xiao Junjue froze for a moment, Rong Zhao's side face was full of smiles, his heart felt warm, home, such a warm word.

She held Rong Zhao's hand tightly, "I will accompany you in a few days."

The meal was very warm. Seeing Rong Zhao taking care of the two children carefully, Xiao Junjue felt like a family. A family is complete only if it has a wife, a husband, a son and a daughter.

He suddenly longed for it, but... he remembered what Rong Zhao said that day, and still buried this thought in his heart.

Back at Prince Chu's mansion, Rong Zhao didn't stop, seeing that it was Emperor Xiao Jing's birthday, she was busy looking for a gift that would suit Emperor Xiao Jing's wishes.

After several days of selection, she couldn't find the one she wanted. It was too good, but too expensive, and it was cheaper, but she didn't like it. It was either flashy or not new, but it bothered her.

Xiao Junjue naturally doesn't take these things to heart, these days he leaves early and returns late, spending less and less time with her.

It was very late that day and Xiao Junjue hadn't come back yet, Rong Zhao had nothing to do and started to paint, I don't know how long it took, it was probably late at night before she finished painting.

It was a picture of flowers blooming and riches, eight peonies of different colors jumped out on the paper, Rong Zhao was quite satisfied, it is not in vain that she has been obsessed with it in the past few years, she is so obsessed, it is nothing more than because of voting for Xiao Junjue good.

After she finished painting, Xiao Junjue also came back.Seeing her standing in front of the desk with a pen in her hand, frowning tightly, she still muttered something in a low voice.Even when he heard him come in, he glanced at him and fell into deep thought.

Xiao Junjue walked over slowly without making a sound, and only noticed the painting on the table when she was next to her. The large peony flowers are dazzling, intersecting with the green leaves and setting off each other. The petals are distinct and the colors are gradual. The painting skills are profound, and I didn't expect that the old man who couldn't even hold a paintbrush well has improved his painting skills so much now.

"Good job," he commented.

Rong Zhao squinted at him, "It's just not bad?" She rubbed her wrist, "I've been drawing for hours, so it's not bad for you?"

Xiao Junjue laughed and said, "Very good, very good."

Only then did Rong Zhao smile with satisfaction, and then asked with concern: "Have you had dinner tonight?"

Xiao Jun said: "Eat, I didn't ask Nighthawk to come back and tell you that I ate outside."

"He said it, but I have to ask. If you don't eat it, I'll ask someone to do it." It can be said that Rong Zhao is really a good wife, and she is considerate to Xiao Junjue in almost every way.

Such a good wife will soften even a stubborn rock, Xiao Junjue deeply feels that every day she is with Rong Zhao is good.

He looked at Rong Zhao who was only wearing a transparent gauze dress, and his desire gradually arose in his heart. He hugged her back and kissed her all the way from her earlobe to her shoulder.

"Don't make trouble, I haven't finished it yet." Rong Zhao pushed his head away, frowned again, looked at the painting without saying a word.

Rong Zhao has almost never rejected him, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he was rejected suddenly, "What makes you so worried?"

Rong Zhao pouted, "I don't know what poem to write." With an idea, she put the pen into Xiao Junjue's hand, and said sweetly and coquettishly: "Since the prince is here, please trouble the prince to relieve my concubine's worries."

Looking at the ink brush in his hand, Xiao Junjue didn't know what to say. It seems that although his painting skills have improved a lot, his knowledge of poetry and prose has not improved much.

He looked at the painting and thought for a while, then stared at Rongzhao for a while, until she was puzzled, and then picked up the brush and wrote ink on the painting.He wrote a word and she read a word, "Only Zhaozhao is really beautiful, and the long song is played when the flowers bloom."

Rong Zhao thumped him, "When will you talk so sweetly?"

Xiao Junjue chuckled, grabbed her hand, and hugged her gently into his arms, feeling very happy, and kissed her little hand.But soon his expression changed, and he said: "Isn't Zhaozhao just beautiful? Who in the capital doesn't know that the princess of Chu Palace is unparalleled in beauty? The king of flowers should be like this."

Today he was invited to go down to Xiangmanlou with all the princes and ministers. During the banquet, some ministers got drunk and started talking crazily, and even said some things that coveted Rongzhao.This is what the official said at the time.

Rong Zhao couldn't help staring at him, squinting his eyes carefully, and dragging him to smell his body, "Didn't you learn this from someone?"

"A lot of people said, and I heard it too." Xiao Junjue didn't want to relay what the official said to her.

He changed the subject: "You like peony?"

Rong Zhao looked at the unfinished words on the painting and said: "I like it, but it's different from other people's appreciation angle. The world can see its grace and poise, but I only love its gorgeous and lonely temperament that is incomparable. "

She slowly chanted: "Expelled from the western region and demoted to Luoyang, the heart is high and beautiful and the quality is overwhelming. Shoveling the root of the absurd thing, causing the poet to say the Emperor Wu."

Looking at Xiao Junjue, "Emperor Wu ordered a hundred flowers to bloom. The flowers were photographed by this order, and they bloomed overnight. The single peony did not violate the season, and the core did not bloom. In his anger, the Emperor Wu demoted the peony from Chang'an, sent it to Luoyang, and burned it to death. The peony suffered from this catastrophe. Its body is like charcoal but its roots are not scattered. It stands upright in the severe cold. When the spring breeze blows in the next year, the flowers will bloom more colorfully. It is known as the scorched bone peony. I like its grace and luxury even more. Independent and proud. To put it bluntly, I just like its domineering personality, just like me. I feel that this flower seems to be born for me, no, it’s not as if, it’s just for me.”

When Rong Zhao said these words, his whole body was like a bright pearl, bright and bright.

When Rong Zhao turned over on the second day, he thought that his side was empty, but unexpectedly Xiao Junjue did not leave.

"Take a rest today." Rong Zhao answered without asking.He woke up a quarter of an hour earlier than her, and seeing her fall asleep also felt that it was a very good thing, and he felt at ease.

He stretched out his arms to embrace Rong Zhao, "Go to sleep, I will accompany you, I haven't been with you for a long time, today I will be with you all day."

Rong Zhao nodded happily, and threw himself into his arms, but only enjoyed it for a quarter of an hour before suddenly opening his eyes, "No, I can't sleep, today I asked my second sister to choose a dowry for Rong Wan."

(End of this chapter)