​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

Xia Ruqing shook her head.

"I can't see!"

"Maybe it's because... The weather is bad!"

Zhao Junyao frowned. He didn't quite understand the meaning of bad weather. He only said lightly.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream, otherwise the people who live there will be so miserable!"

Xia Ruqing wanted to cry for a moment.

Yes!

The people who lived there were very poor.

Maybe it's middle age, maybe it's too long in this world.

She's more and more sentimental, more and more sentimental about the past.

Of course, I am more and more distressed for myself in the past.

In the 21st century, she is much stronger than she is now.

Can she adapt if she lets herself go back?

If... She can really go back after her death, how can she survive?

Is this glorious and luxurious ancient life like a dream?

Xia Ruqing gave a bitter smile.

"Emperor, if you come to that world, what will happen?"

Zhao Junyao didn't know what he was thinking. When he heard her ask, he suddenly came back to himself.

"Which world?"

"That's... The one in my dream!" She insisted.

"Which one?"

Xia Ruqing can't laugh or cry. After a pause, she decides not to ask any more.

He is an ancient man. What does he know?

Seeing that she didn't insist, he didn't insist.

The night was deep, sleepy and tired. They hugged each other and went to sleep.

……

It snowed in the middle of the night.

However, because of the geothermal heat, snowflakes often turn into rain when they are still some distance away from the ground.

So early in the morning I heard the patter of rain outside the window.

They both felt very comfortable.

"What a strange climate!"

"It was sunny last night, and it's raining today!" Xia Ruqing said excitedly.

"It's snow!" Zhao Junyao corrected her.

"It's less than a hundred miles from the capital. It's winter. How can it rain?" Zhao Junyao looked down on her ignorance,

Xia Ruqing has a flat mouth.

"Snow is snow!"

"I want to draw!"

Zhao Junyao looked at her in disgust.

"In all these years, I have never seen you draw a decent picture!"

Xia Ruqing is a little wronged.

"I want to learn it too!"

"But... There are so many complicated affairs in the harem, and so many children. Isn't that why they are left behind?"

"Emperor, we all have time now. Please teach me!"

Zhao Junyao gave her a light glance.

"This is your 938 times, I'll teach you!"

"Are you learning the same as the previous 937 times, and you don't learn in two days, or do you really want to learn?"

Xia Ruqing nodded seriously.

"I really want to learn!"

Zhao Junyao raised eyebrows again.

"You said that 456 times before!"

He stopped reading her and turned to his own book.

Xia Ruqing is very angry.

"Hello! How can you do that, emperor? "

"You can't keep your word

It's the same as the previous 381.

Finally, after she had no way to grind, Zhao Junyao honestly spread the paper.

"All right!"

"I'll teach you what you want to draw!"

Xia Ruqing is satisfied.

"I want to draw Lotus!"

"Although it's winter now, I think that if a stream of hot spring water comes out of this hot spring pool and lotus root is planted, the lotus will certainly bloom!"

Zhao Junyao looked at her in disgust.

"Do you believe the passages in this book?"

"Hot spring water will be cold, lotus root will not germinate!"

"The hot spring water is too hot. It burns the lotus root to death!"

"It can't be as simple as you think!"

Xia Ruqing finally glared back at him this time.

"Hello! I'm talking about painting

"I can't plant it, and I'm not allowed to imagine it?"

Zhao Junyao drew the corner of his mouth, but he raised his pen.

"All right, I'll draw a picture, and you color it?"

Xia Ruqing nodded excitedly.

"Mm-hmm! That's good! "

Zhao Junyao sighed.

"I can't help you!"

The body is still very honest.

He is a consummate painter.

Mention the pen three under five divided by two, a vivid fish play between lotus leaves on the paper.

Xia Ruqing had seen his painting skills for a long time, so he was not much surprised.

Just as usual, I raised the dye pen with a smile and filled the hollowed out part with color bit by bit.

……

Such a painting, they can kill a whole day.

By night, the rain had stopped outside.

Xia Ruqing was satisfied with the painting she had just painted and kept appreciating it.

"Tut tut! I painted a good color

"Look, it's a magic stroke!"

Zhao Junyao is practicing calligraphy.

His handwriting is as strong as ever, and his writing is fluent. His writing style is strong, bold, and relaxed. People can't help but move their eyes.

However, Xia Ruqing could not see that she only cared about her own paintings.

Zhao Junyao gently raised his eyes and looked over.

The vivid picture of fish playing with lotus leaves, which he had outlined earlier, has disappeared.

Instead, it is a painting with gaudy color matching, rough painting, stiff color block, like children's simple strokes.

Zhao Junyao's forehead was sweating, and the corners of his mouth were smoking.

"Your painting is not as good as chen'er's when he was three years old!"

Xia Ruqing was hard hit and was reluctant to say.

"I didn't have a good teacher to teach me when I was three years old?"

Here we go again.

Zhao Junyao was helpless.

"You didn't when you were three, but you did when you were thirty."

"Qingqing, if you really want to learn, I can teach you, but you always do..."

Xia Ruqing threw the scroll aside and said.

"Emperor, do I have no talent!"

"I want to learn!"

Zhao Junyao didn't lift his eyelids, just a light way.

"No, you don't want to!"

……

It's time for the two to bicker.

Xia Ruqing is depressed and decides to come out and have a look.

She doesn't know how to write, but cooking is her home.

Although she hasn't been in the kitchen for many years, her level is still high.

After yesterday's battle, she gradually recovered the feeling of that year.

So she still drove the cooks out today, and began to prepare quickly.

The cooks felt uneasy and explored their heads one by one.

"Empress, maidservants are waiting outside!"

"Niang Niang, I'll fight for you!"

"Niang Niang, if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell the maidservants in time!"

In their hearts:

Ouch, this ancestor doesn't know what happened these two days. He has to make a fuss about cooking.

It's a small matter whether or not to grab the job.

If the master is hurt, does the emperor want them to drag them out and kill them?

What can we do? They are in a panic!

Xia Ruqing declined their kindness with a smile.

"Just two of you, I'll do the rest myself!"

"Ah

"Yes, Madame!"

Half of the cook's heart was down.

Well, there are two people here, at least not in the kitchen.

No way. That's it.

The rest of the cooks backed down.