Shengshi sweet medical concubine

Chapter 153

"Give it to me?" Wan'er was slightly surprised again. This Qian Jianhua was obviously very focused. Just now she came in suddenly and surprised him, but now she gave it to her. Judging from his appearance, he started very early It's done, maybe he knew she was coming a long time ago, so he planned to draw Ji Ling's portrait for her from the beginning, but what did he mean by that?

"Madam thinks that Qian's painting skills are too poor and tarnishes the prince's appearance. Madam looks down on him?" Qian Jian asked calmly while holding the portrait, looking at Wan'er.

"Mr. Qian is overthinking. Your master's painters are really exquisite. I just think that you have worked so hard to paint, and Wan'er just ran over and wanted to go, and didn't give you any rewards. It's not good." Wan'er laughed quickly. explained.

"Then Madam can give me something in exchange." Qian Jian also smiled slightly, her tone serious and sincere.

"Mr. Qian's identity, what would Wan'er give you if you want to give it to you? Besides, what would Wan'er use as an insult to this perfect painting and the person in the painting?" Wan'er looked at the painting, Asked back with a smile.

"Madam, just as a souvenir, don't say anything about the value of the painting and the person in the painting. This painting is worthless, but this love and the person in the painting can't be exchanged for anything." Qian Jian frowned slightly. Frowning, listening to Wan'er's words, he seemed a little displeased.

"Just as a nostalgia, my lord, don't think Wan'er's writing is too clumsy, how about Wan'er just write a few words for this painting?" Wan'er looked at Qian Jian and asked with a smile.

"Follow your wife's will." Qian Jian agreed, and even spread out a piece of paper for Wan'er herself, and Wan'er didn't make any fuss, just took a pen and started to write.

"Heaven's perfect masterpiece,

Depicted the most beautiful landscape painting,
Set off the happiest people,
More beautiful than this mountain, this water, this painting,
The sound of my piano is accompanied by the sound of your sword,

Lingering ringing all over the cliff.

Once I was your most beautiful painting,
for me,
You have let go of your noble status,
I used to be your favorite painting,

for me,
You have also put down your self-esteem that you can't afford to hurt.

In a blink of an eye everything becomes fake,

old warmth,
has become a myth,
The mountains are green, the people are there,
It's just that love has drifted to the end of the world with the clouds. "

"My lord, Wan'er is only talented in literature, I hope you don't dislike her." Wan'er handed the written words to Qian Jian.

"Why is it written like this?" Qian Jian frowned slightly, her eyes lowered slightly, obviously dissatisfied with Wan'er's words.

"Wan'er has already said that, Wan'er is only this talented, if the young master thinks that the writing is too bad, he can give it up."

Wan'er is also a little unhappy, this painting is what he wants to give her, and it is his intention to ask for a gift in exchange, as a souvenir. It is his intention to say that things should not be too expensive, and she has nothing to exchange for it. Money for things, and nothing to commemorate, just looking at this painting, thinking of the scene at the bottom of the mountain with Ji Ling next to the inn, and thinking of the relationship between the two now, I wrote these few sentences If she said that, she would never have thought that Qian Jian would be unhappy.

"I mean it hurts too much. Does Madam think that if you give this poem to the prince, he will like it?" Qian Jian looked at the poem and asked Wan'er indifferently.

"This is not for the prince, it is for the young master. Wan'er just thought of some past events, so she wrote it like this. If the young master minds, please return it to me." Wan'er also had a slight anger on her face, and said Then I reached for the word.

"Forget it, it suits me very well." Qian Jian put away the words at once.

It really suits him very well, because the background behind this painting is at the foot of the mountain in the west of the imperial city, where they often played together at that time.

"Eighth Prince, your martial arts are getting better and better."

At the foot of the mountain, next to the waterfall, two children who have not yet left their childishness competed with each other with wooden swords, and the shorter one praised the taller one.

"Qian Jian, your martial arts have also improved a lot." The taller one smiled and turned back to the shorter one.

These two people are Qian Jian and Ji Ling now. At that time, Ji Ling was fifteen and Qian Jian was fourteen. The soft, handsome face looks more perfect, but these two beauties standing together, with this mountain view, is really a perfect masterpiece that ordinary people can hardly draw.

"I heard that the Eighth Prince is going to fight at the border. Is this true?" Qian Jian, who was still young, sat on a stone, lowered her head slightly, and asked Ji Ling softly with a bit of reluctance on her face.

"Oh, of course it is true." Ji Ling sat down next to Qian Jian and replied seriously.

Listening to Ji Ling's answer, Qian Jian was silent, and after a long time raised her head, she asked softly, "How long will it take?"

"A year at most, a few months at least, but Sixi's father is handsome, and I just went to learn experience together." Ji Ling seemed to be very relieved of Qian Jian, and did not hide a word from him.

"Can you take me with you? I will be careful not to cause you trouble?" Qian Jian didn't like to stay alone in the imperial city, because Zheng Sixi also went to learn martial arts with his master, and it might take several years to return.

"No, it's too dangerous." Ji Ling rejected him almost without thinking.

"I'm not a woman, and I still have kung fu. Besides, you are a prince, and you are not afraid of danger. What am I afraid of?" Qian Jian originally wanted to run out to play with her, but Ji Ling's next sentence was not Let him be silent for a long time.

"If you were a woman, I would marry you." Ji Ling teased Qian Jian with a charming smile on his childish face.

Qian Jian was surprised, looked at his smile, and asked after a long time: "Didn't the eighth prince have a wife?"

"You mean Li Lanjiao? She's just a gift from the emperor's brother. He is the prince, and I'm just one of the many princes from my father. It's hard to refuse a gift from him." Ji Ling's dark eyes were bright Leng Yi, although he is young, can already see that he is not weak in scheming.

"Does the eighth prince have a crush on someone?" Qian Jian continued to ask, Li Lanjiao met him once, in Ji Ling's bedroom, and she was originally the prince given to him by the emperor, and a group of ladies called into the palace by the prince. One of the girls, so she looks pretty good, one year older than Ji Ling, but she has to be with Ji Ling, but Qian Jian feels that she is a bit inferior.

"Yes." Ji Ling answered in one gulp, with a sweet smile on his face again, the decisive and straightforward answer, without any falsehood, surprised Qian Jian slightly.

"I don't know which daughter is so lucky to be favored by the Eighth Prince?" Qian Jian asked Ji Ling seriously after being slightly surprised.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him, so perfect that there is no pickiness, he doesn't know which woman can match it.

(End of this chapter)