Peach Blossom

    It turned out that the peach tree that she could not find anywhere was by her side.

    Han Wang stayed for a while, then was happy.

    Last year, the King of Han and his concubine went to see the peach blossoms at Guangping Temple, but the most beautiful thousand-year-old peach tree was gone. She then asked the host where the peach tree went. The host laughed and said, "A thousand-year-old peach tree can't be kept in one place forever?"

    The implication is that the peach tree has gone by itself.

    At that time, she was so frightened that she felt strange and strange.

    Now that I think about it, it is sweet.

    She is no longer afraid of the princess.

    At first, she thought it was a monster, but later she found that the princess was very powerful, so she thought it was a big monster. But she also knew that she couldn't be separated from her, whether it was a person or a demon, she couldn't be separated for a moment. So gradually, I am not afraid anymore.

    "No wonder I couldn't find you that time," the King of Han happily said, "You came down the mountain to marry me."

    The princess was not afraid to see her, but she was more happy. She also bent the corner of her lower lip, and after a while, she became calm and said, "It's the poor servants."

    Xiao Hanwang didn't hear it, he happily got up from the couch, changed his clothes and put on a crown, with the best-looking Ayao, Ayao came down the mountain to marry me. I used an extra bowl of rice porridge.

    The King of Han summoned a family order and asked that there was nothing to do today, so he took the princess to a small flower hall, where he wanted to paint her portrait.

    The little flower hall is behind the main hall, between the front hall and the inner courtyard. However, there are many aides of the King of Han, who can be called her confidants, but there is no one who she often summons, not to mention the princess, so the small flower hall is vacant for many times.

    The portrait of the King of Han chose here, because it is very beautiful.

    The Little Flower Hall is surrounded by windows on three sides and a door on one side. There is a pattern on the window. The pattern is not graceful and gorgeous, but it is extraordinarily simple and restrained. Pushing the window on the south side, you can see the good trees are blooming, the good trees are crowded, and they are scattered naturally. The sunlight leaks under the forest, sparkling like golden waves. The interior layout is atmospheric and not cumbersome. There are only one or two beds, three or four games.

    The flower room opened the window, the breeze was gentle, and the coolness came slowly, very leisurely.

    The King of Han made an easel and pen and ink. The princess followed her will, laying on her side with a fan and letting her paint.

    Han Wang spreads the paper and splashes ink and concentrates on his writing.

    As if a different person, her childishness was invisible, her expression was focused, her eyes were clear, and she was completely immersed in the painting.

    When she was so serious, the princess didn't know what to think, and she was a little lost. The King of Han was both physically and mentally attached to her and the painting, and the princess looked in a trance. She noticed it immediately, let out a sigh, stopped writing, and looked at her puzzled.

    This interruption, the princess came back to her senses, smiled at her, and she couldn't help it. King Han's cheeks flushed red, and he continued to pick up the pen, with even more enthusiasm.

    This painting will end at dusk.

    Han Wang's painting skills are not superb, compared with others, they are even more dwarfed. However, this portrait has something other than painting skills.

    Two attendants hung the scroll on the shelf, one left and one right.

    The woman in the painting is lying on her side, wearing a white dress and a red dress. At first glance, she can see that the gauze is soft and the fairy dress is graceful. Han Wang's brushstrokes are extremely delicate, and the patterns on his skirts and clothes are depicted, with soft colors and elegant lines. Looking carefully, the person in the painting seems to have a soft smile under the indifferent demeanor.

    Han Wang stood nervously behind the princess, seeing the princess silent for a long time, couldn't help but feel uneasy, lest the princess would not like it.

    She held her breath and refrained from making a sound. After a long time, she turned around, smiled warmly with the King of Han, and said, "His Royal Highness draws really well."

    She really liked it, Han Wang heaved a sigh of relief, opened his eyes wide, and asked, "Does it look good?"

    The princess nodded: "It looks good."

    Similar in appearance and similar in spirit, in His Highness' eyes, she is so good. Out of the dust, without contention, as elegant as a fairy.

    The king of Han was completely relieved and watched the painting with the princess. She has tried her best to paint the princess like a princess, but she always feels that it is not as good as the princess.

    The King of Han suddenly thought that if the princess could be transformed into the real body, let her draw a picture of peach blossoms in full bloom. The princess is so beautiful, if it is in the painting, it must be very beautiful. Even if it can't be included in the painting, it's good for her to take a look.

    She equated the peach tree with the princess in her heart, and she didn't feel anything wrong at all. On the contrary, I felt that the princess was so beautiful that no other flower could compare.

    The king of Han thought, looked at the princess, hesitantly, just as he was about to speak, and remembered that the flower time has passed, this year must be too late, and we have to wait until next year.

    The King of Han was stunned for a while, what can I do to find the princess in Taichang Mansion? She raised her eyebrows and said, "No." Taichang Palace didn't like the princess, so it must not be a good thing to find her suddenly.

      I can't see my face, so I'm not immune to criticism.

    The King of Han was reluctant to come, but the princess said she wanted to see her, and she would not object, so she nodded and said, "I'll be waiting for you here."

    As soon as the princess went, only the King of Han and three or two attendants were left in the flower hall. The ink on the painting is not yet dry, and it needs to be dried for a while. The King of Han walked back to the front of the desk, laid out new paper, lifted a pen and dipped in ink, and swiped a few strokes on the paper to draw the branches of the peach tree.

    It's just a letter pen and scribble, the branches are ready, and then embellished with red flowers can be counted. However, the King of Han stopped writing and looked carefully at the painting for a long time, but he always felt that his brush was unfamiliar and lacking in form. She studied figure painting, not good at painting scenery. The King of Han pondered to himself that she would still be able to learn how to paint landscapes even next year.

    Thinking about it, she is not so anxious. Continue to draw happily.

    The peach blossoms are colorful, she adjusted the color, changed the pen, and dotted the branches with red flowers, which is concise and lively. Suddenly, the king of Han turned pale and froze in place.

    Han Wang was stunned for a while, her eyes filled with panic, she didn't know how A Yao cultivated, or how deep her Taoism was, but she was a thousand-year-old peach tree, and she lived a hundred years since the extraordinary. The numbers are comparable. After thousands of years, she may still be in the world, but at that time, she was already a handful of loess.

    "Ayao..." King Han called out in his heart and walked out eagerly.

    She walked in a hurry, and took the case to the inkstone.

    The king of Han was in a trance and just walked out, wanting to see the princess.

      The attendant hurriedly followed, seeing that His Highness was in a trance and seemed to have something on his mind, so he didn't dare to call out to her, and just followed closely behind her to avoid accidents on the road.

    In the side hall, the princess sat at the top, the steward from Taichang Mansion was very flattering, flattering and complimenting, the king of Han came in a hurry, the steward looked bright, and hurriedly Bow down.

    The King of Han walked past him as if he had not seen him, and walked beside the princess.

    When she entered the door, the princess stood up to greet her. Seeing her anxiously approaching, sweat dripping from her cheeks, she took her to sit beside her, took a handkerchief, and wiped her sweat. .

    The King of Han had a thousand words in his heart, but when he saw the princess, the thousand words seemed to disappear suddenly.

    The princess was not in a hurry, she poured the herbal tea and brought it to the hand of King Han, who took it in a daze and lowered his head to drink. Every move was extremely rigid.

    Han Wang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. The eyes of the person in front of her are gentle, staring at her quietly. Those eyes are as beautiful as the moonlight under the omission in the forest on a summer night.

    The king of Han felt a pain in his heart, and there was only one sentence in his mind, what should Ayao do?

    After her a hundred years, what will A Yao do?

    Han King's eyes were red, and the princess was even more concerned, and wanted to ask again, the steward below seemed to be unable to bear the cold treatment, and said with a face: "It must be that His Royal Highness Hanwang heard that the Yue family is coming, and hurriedly rushed. Come."

    His Royal Highness the King of Han has never been close to the Taichang Mansion, and it is often a pity that Taichang often makes it a pity. If you can please King Han this time, it will be a great achievement.

    The steward looked more respectful and looked at King Han courteously. With his words, the King of Han was awakened.

    She instinctively did not want the princess to know what she was thinking at this time, she turned her head and glanced at the steward, pursed her lips, lowered her head, and muttered: "I'm afraid they will bully you."