Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

When Hou Ye and Xia Chu entered the imperial study and waited, the emperor had just entered the morning court.

Since Xia Chu entered the imperial study, he has been looking around, flipping through the ashes in the incense burner, and smelling the ink on the inkstone table. The pursed lips and nose...

Xiao Huan hurriedly lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

Hou Ye held his forehead and had a headache. After the little **** had retreated, he scolded him, "Can you be calmer?"

Xia Chu couldn't tell him, I was checking for poison... So I had to lie: "Last time there were too many people coming in, I didn't take a close look, I'm bored right now, why don't you just take a look at these queens? thing."

"Are you still short of money now?" Hou Ye pouted, just the income of Wentian Pavilion he knew was enough for him in this life.

"Some things can't be bought with money." Xia Chu was taking off a pair of Song paintings and enjoying it.

Lord Hou was drinking tea with his head down, and he agreed with his words with an 'um'.

When he looked up again, he saw that he was taking down the pair of Song paintings, with blue veins jumping on his forehead. He quickly got up and walked around and said, "Oh, hang it up quickly, this is the emperor's favorite pair."

Xia Chu looked at the Song painting in his hands, which was elegant and meticulous, with a mountain and a crane, a stream and a cloud, the rushing water and the green mountains. Linxi is full of peach blossoms, splendidly blooming, crimson like clouds. He frowned and said, "Dad, don't you think it's a bit awkward to hang this painting here?"

The Hou Ye didn't take it seriously: "It's abrupt. It's been almost twenty years since I've said this here. I'm very used to it. Now that you take it down, it's abrupt."

"This painting is not from a famous artist. Although the style of painting is a little fresh, it is not like it was hung here by the emperor for all these years." Xia Chu didn't need to say it to Hou Ye, and knew that this painting had been hanging here for a long, long time. It's just that when I entered this imperial study in the past, I only came here for business, and I didn't have time to take a closer look at this painting.

Today coincided with such a leisurely mind, he stopped to take a serious look.

Regarding painting, although he is not good at painting, he has been influenced by Xiao Zimu for a long time in his last life, and he understands it somewhat.

"Hey, you child, the emperor likes it is the best, no matter whether he is from a famous family, you quickly hang it back, and the emperor will come back to see the painting in your hand and carefully peel off your skin."

Xia Chu laughed: "You can't be so scared..."

When Lord Hou saw that he didn't speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he frowned and put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong, my father is really just trying to scare you, just hang it up."

Xia Chu rubbed the paper, his face became extremely dignified, and he lowered his voice: "Dad, you go to guard outside the door, there is something in this painting."

Marquis was taken aback by his words, and he reached out to grab the painting in his hand: "That's also the emperor's privacy. It's your turn to see it."

Xia Chu was afraid of tearing up the words and then let go, looked up at Lord Hou and said to him, "What if someone else in this painting was poisoned?"

The blue veins on Hou Ye's forehead jumped, and the hand hanging in the air paused for a while, blinked his eyes twice, and took the painting back and put it in his hand: "Hurry up, the emperor will be back at some point."

There was a successful smile on the corner of Xia Chu's mouth. Naturally, there was no poison in this painting. He had already checked it out, and he was just curious about what was hidden in the painting.

Immediately, he took out a silver needle from his waist, lifted the interlayer, and shook out a thin piece of paper inside.

Xia Chu put the painting on the desk, bent over to pick up the paper that fell on the ground, and when he picked it up and looked at it, he was shocked.

Hou Ye looked out from the crack of the door in trembling heart. Hearing that there was no movement on his side, he glanced back at him, and found that he was dumbfounded, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Oh, why are you so dumbfounded!" Hou Ye glanced at the crack of the door again, and then walked over quickly.

When he looked at the tissue paper in Xia Chu's hand, it was like being struck by lightning.

I saw that a woman was drawn on that piece of paper. She was slender and beautiful, but that face...

The beauty of the country and the city is unparalleled in the world.

The Hou Ye pursed his lips for a long time before saying incredulously, "Emperor, Your Majesty, do you like Ying'er?"

Xia Chu finally calmed down, frowned and shook his head: "This paper is a few years old, and the brush and ink are not drawn recently. This woman is not Meng An, but very similar."

After hearing this, Lord Hou felt a little relieved, took the tissue paper in his hand and sighed again: "This is too similar..."

Xia Chu recalled that when the emperor saw Lan Yuying for the first time, the expression on his face was a little strange. Could it be that the picture on this paper is Meng An's mother?

Could it be that the emperor and Meng An's mother still have some relationship?

Just as Xia Chu guessed that Hou Ye was amazed, the voice of a little **** picking up the car rang from outside the door.

The two looked at each other, and their hearts sank.

"Go to the door to stop it for my father. If you don't have time to put it back, hang it up first." Hou Ye quickly turned around and opened the door and closed it again.

"Yo, why didn't you stay in the house and came out to pick up the car?" The emperor was not surprised when he saw Lord Hou, but he was quite surprised when he came out.

"Isn't it a natural thing to come out to pick up the car?" Hou Ye had a smile on his face.

"Quite weird." The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.

"Hey, Your Majesty!" Lord Hou saw that he was about to push the door in, and hurriedly pulled him.

The emperor looked at him suspiciously.

"I brought someone to eat today." Hou Ye laughed.

"Oh?" The emperor was about to open the door: "I want to see who is following you to rub the emperor's grain."

The blue veins on Hou Ye's forehead jumped, and he quickly pressed his hand: "It's boring to go in like this, why don't you guess, ahem, guess."

The emperor's mouth twitched, and he frowned and said, "Childish."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the door and entered. Lord Hou couldn't stop him if he wanted to. He couldn't be dragged out. He immediately followed him into the imperial study.

Hou Ye glanced at Song Hua for the first time, and when he saw that it was hanging there intact, he let out a sigh of relief, but a question from the emperor came from his ear: "Where is the person?"

"Eh?" Hou Ye looked up and looked around, the room was empty, only the emperor looked at him with a half-smile.

Hou Ye rolled his eyes and was about to call out to Xia Chu, when he saw a figure flashing before him, and then Xia Chu stood in front of the two of them and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I'm hiding behind the door."

After seeing the face clearly, the emperor had a smile on his face. He took Xia Chu's hand and walked away: "It turned out that you were brought into the palace, and I want to eat something and tell me."

Xia Chu was held by the emperor with one hand, and the other hand grasped the emperor's wrist with the other hand. He put his index and middle fingers on his pulse without a trace, and walked with him while acting coquettishly: "What did the emperor give me to eat? What, the emperor gave the best food..."