Princess Consort Is No Pushover

The virtuous king had never seen Nalan Meng like this before.

He said: "Actually, I can't blame you. You don't know Li Wang and his wife. If you have heard their stories and understood their behavior, you will not believe that they will hurt me. It's cold outside, you go ahead Let's talk about it!"

With that said, he took two steps into the room.

In this winter, he couldn't let Nalan Meng stand outside all the time, so he called her in.

"Thank you. After hearing what you said, I am also very interested in their couple. Can you tell me their story?" Nalan Meng asked reverently as he walked inside.

King Xian never saw this side of her.

The way she looked up at him just now was very calm and gentle, a gentleness he had never seen before.

While being surprised, he patiently said: "Okay, you sit down and drink a cup of hot tea first, and I will tell you slowly."

Since Nalan dreams of knowing the story of Li Wang and his wife, he can take this opportunity to tell her, hoping to eliminate her hostility towards them.

"But I'm a little hungry. Shall we ask someone to bring in some food and drink, and chat while eating?" At this moment, Nalan Meng rubbed his belly and rolled his eyes.

King Xian didn't doubt that he was there, so he said, "Okay then! I happen to be a little hungry too, Mo Yu, hurry up and prepare food!"

Suddenly, Nalan Meng rubbed his red hands and said, "It's so cold! Your Highness, would you like to ask Mo Yu to prepare some wine? As the saying goes, there is no feast without wine, and drinking hot wine in winter can just keep out the cold, and it is also a good idea to drink some wine." It can keep healthy, can it?"

As Nalan Meng said, he blinked his black eyes and looked at the King Xian beseechingly.

Her eyes are very innocent, completely different from the usual domineering and strong.

Seeing her appearance, Xian Wang was slightly stunned, he shook his head helplessly, "Well then, since you want to drink, then Mo Yu, go down and get ready."

"Yes." After Mo Yu finished speaking, she quickly retreated.

Seeing that King Xian agreed, Nalan Meng quickly grabbed his clothes and said shyly, "Thank you Your Highness, I knew you were the best for me!"

As she spoke, she lowered her head, her face flushed slightly, and she looked like a little girl.

Now, King Xian's eyes are full of disbelief, is he not dazzled?

Is this delicate little girl still that powerful Nalan Meng?

It turns out that she also has such tender moments.

It has to be said that compared with before, she looked much more pleasing to the eye, and she didn't have much offensive power.

At this time, Nalan Meng walked to the desk, looked at the brush, and said, "Your Highness, did you just want to practice calligraphy?"

"Ah, oh, yes." King Xian hurriedly said.

Fortunately, he hasn't started writing letters yet, otherwise Nalan Meng will find out.

Now that Nalan Meng is here, it is not convenient for him to write a letter for the time being, so he decides to write after Nalan Meng leaves.

"Your Highness, everyone says that your painting skills are superb, so can you draw a painting for me as a souvenir?" Nalan Meng said suddenly.

"It may take some time, Mo Yu should come soon, I'm afraid it's too late?" Xian Wang said.

He originally thought that he would tell Nalan Meng the story of Li Wang and his wife during the meal, but he didn't expect her to draw.

It's not that he doesn't want to draw for her, but that it will take more time, which may affect his delivery of letters to Chu Xuanchen.

Seeing King Xian's refusal, Nalan Meng frowned in frustration, "I heard that His Highness once drew a picture for Miss Liu'er. Speaking of which, I really envy her."

Seeing what Nalan Meng said, Xian Wang looked a little embarrassed.

He hurriedly said: "Miss Liu'er is my friend, I was teaching her how to draw at that time, so I drew her by hand."

"What about me? Who am I to you? Could it be that we are not even friends in your heart?" Nalan Meng said, the mist in his eyes deepened, as if he had been hurt.

Xian Wang is a man who is easy to soften his heart. Seeing Nalan Meng so sad, he hurriedly said: "How is it possible, you are my wife, why don't I paint for you? I am just afraid that I don't have enough time. How about it, you first Sit down, I will draw for you, at worst, dinner will be later."

"Really? That's great, let's have dinner later!" Nalan Meng said, happily sitting down on the chair.

Seeing her happy, King Xian heaved a sigh of relief.

Anyway, it's just a painting, so there shouldn't be any delay.

He believed that Mr. Nalan did not act so quickly, and there was still time for him to tell Chu Xuanchen later.

Thinking of this, he walked to the desk, unfolded a roll of rice paper, and took a careful look at Nalan Meng on the opposite side before starting to paint.

The virtuous king was very serious when he was painting, he glanced at Nalan Meng from time to time, and then lowered his head to paint again.

Whenever he looked at Nalan Meng, he would find endless tenderness and a faint smile in Nalan Meng's eyes.

Nalan Meng like this is very rare, and immediately gave him a lot of inspiration.

He immediately picked up the pen and concentrated on sketching on the rice paper.

Seeing his serious look and flowing movements, Nalan Meng was stunned for a moment!

It turns out that the serious appearance of King Xian is very attractive.

It turned out that he was so easy to coax, she just succumbed to him and apologized, and he forgave her.

Compared with him, she seemed a little despicable.

Thinking of this, she felt a little uncomfortable.

She didn't want to deceive King Xian at all, but for her father's plan, she had to.

Such a quiet moment also made her realize that when she was not arguing with King Xian, the atmosphere between them was so tender.

It turned out that King Xian was very easy to get along with, and she was at ease with him, unlike before, when she was always alone and tense.

In front of him, she can remove the hard shell, can not pretend to be strong, and can live a carefree and free life.

Only then did she realize that this was also very comfortable.

At this time, the virtuous king continued to paint.

I saw the writing brush in his hand flying like a flying phoenix, berating Fang Qiu.

After a while, a woman in red with bright eyes appeared on the rice paper.

Then, he wrote a poem next to it, and also wrote his own name.

After finishing the painting, he put the brush on the pen stand, picked up the rice paper, and said with a light smile, "Princess, the painting is finished, do you like it?"

Nalan Meng hurriedly looked over and found that the woman in the painting was vivid, bright, and charming. She couldn't help feeling warm in her heart, "Your Highness, thank you, your painting is very good, I like it very much. I didn't expect that you are not only good at writing, but also good at poetry." , and even his painting skills are very good.”

"Where, my level is also very average. Here, I will give it to you." The Xian Wang said, and handed the painting to Nalan Meng.

"Wow! You are really good at painting. How can you say that you are average at such a good level? You are really humble. But my real person should not be so beautiful, right?" Nalan Meng looked at himself in the painting, feeling a little displeased. I can't believe it.

King Xian smiled slightly, "How is that possible? The person in the painting is not one-tenth of your real person."

"You really know how to comfort people." Now, Nalan Meng felt even more warm in her heart.