The prince is very fierce

"Hey~Prince Xu..."

Song Yufu held the rouge box, stunned for a moment before reacting, hurriedly trotting to Xu Buling, stretched out her hand anxiously:

"What are you doing...I..."

Xu Buling frowned slightly: "Don't like it?"

"I...I like it..."

Song Yufu blushed slightly, hesitated for a moment, folded her hands on her waist again, looked down at the small rouge box: "But...no merit, no reward...I am a girl, how can I accept rouge from a man, if I am misunderstood..."

Xu Buling walked slowly along the street, his expression as cold as ever: "What misunderstanding? Misunderstanding, I want you to Become a princess?"

"..."

Song Yufu pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and muttered: "The prince is a vassal king, and the selection of a princess is the top priority. I was born in a poor family. Even if the prince wants me to be one, Prince Su will not agree... Of course, I'm just talking, I don't really want to be a princess, um... The prince and I are close friends, I will accept the rouge, thank you."

Xu Buling nodded: "You are sensible, and I will let bygones be bygones. Tell me, what did you come to see me for?"

Song Yufu followed slowly, holding the rouge box. She wanted to say that she would leave in a few days, but for some reason, she couldn't say it. After thinking for a while, she smiled softly:

"Prince Xu, my uncle Xu Danqing is back. He is the painting saint who painted the Eight Great Masters of Xuanhe. Do you want to meet him? I can introduce him to you."

The painting saint Xu Danqing is very famous both in the martial arts world and among literati. He has been elusive for many years. For talented people in the world, whether civil or military, it is naturally a great honor to meet such a famous senior master.

Song Yufu thought Xu Buling would show a surprised look and let her take him over, but she didn't expect Xu Buling to not even raise his eyebrows:

"He is just a painter. I don't have so much free time."

"Ah..."

Song Yufu suddenly had a headache. If Xu Buling was not interested in Xu Danqing and didn't come to visit, she couldn't call Xu Danqing to the palace to ask for an audience. Xu Danqing is her uncle after all, and he is also a painting saint, so she should give him some face...

Song Yufu thought for a while: "Master Xu, Princess Su is also one of the Eight Great Masters of Xuanhe. She met Uncle Xu once. Uncle Xu is also an elder, and he has heard of the Master. Well... the Master and I are friends, and it is natural for us to go to pay respect to the elders together..."

Xu Buling was a little helpless, looking at the spring scenery in the city: "Miss Song, it's such a good weather, why don't you ask me to go shopping and take me to visit relatives? Is it interesting?"

"Interesting." Song Yufu nodded quickly: "My uncle is amazing, and he is a very nice person. It's not too late for us to have a cup of tea and then go shopping. I will accompany the Master for a day."

Xu Buling sighed: "It's up to you." He changed the route to Zhuji Street.

Song Yufu's eyes lit up, and she followed behind excitedly, secretly looking at him: "Sir, do you want to go back and change clothes?"

Xu Buling frowned slightly, looked down at the snow-white robe on his body: "Why, it doesn't look good?"

"No, it looks good..." Song Yufu pondered: "Well, the white robe with gold embroidery is better, the one with clouds on it..."

Xu Buling's robes were all sewn by Madam Lu herself, and it was impossible to throw them away after wearing them. However, the best-looking one was stained with a lot of ink in the palace, and it would definitely not be washed clean for a while. She shook her head: "Just like that, it's not like I'm going on a blind date."

"Oh... that's fine..." ——

In the majestic imperial city, the spring breeze swept across the pavilions and towers, and the paper flowers in the peach forest of Lizheng Hall had long since withered and replaced with green buds full of vitality. In the garden of Changle Palace, hundreds of flower pots full of chrysanthemums have sprouted tiny dots of green. Several palace maids walked through them, watering and fertilizing them carefully, waiting for the day when all the flowers will bloom in autumn.

Shortly after the morning bell rang, the Queen Mother opened the copper-locked door of the side hall. The morning light cast a delicate and graceful shadow on the floor of the bright hall. At the end of the shadow was a huge peony painting. The ink had dried, and it was more three-dimensional than a few days ago.

The Queen Mother closed the door and walked alone to the huge peony. The table was placed in the middle of the hall, with rice paper and paintbrushes on it, as well as a wooden sculpture of a little man. It was the appearance of Xu Buling when he first entered the palace. It was so lifelike that even the pattern on his clothes was exactly the same.

The Queen Mother stood in front of the painting table, looked at the peony, and then picked up the wooden man she carved by hand and looked at it carefully.

There were some scratches on the wooden man. On the day it was just carved, before she had time to look at it carefully, Xu Buling broke into her bedroom in the middle of the night and got into her bed. He touched her and snatched her bellyband, basically doing all the bad things.

The Queen Mother originally admired and loved Xu Buling, but since then, her image in her mind has collapsed. She can't find a second adjective other than "audacious and perverted". She just thinks that carving this sculpture is crazy, so she threw the wooden man into the garden.

The result...

In fact, it was later discovered that Xu Buling was not very bad, but he was forced by the knife on his head.

He became famous at a young age, had supernatural martial arts and a lot of talent, but was locked in a cage and waited for death. No matter how good his character is, he would probably go crazy. Xu Buling's performance is actually very good, but he had no choice, and it can't be blamed entirely on him.

Later, Xu Buling repeatedly came to apologize. Although the bellyband was not returned, the Empress Dowager Chengyi saw it. She gave her snacks and rouge, praised her eloquently, and gave her the painting that was intended for Lu Hongluan. The two had no relationship, so what else could she do except to apologize to her...

The Empress Dowager slightly curled her lips, raised her finger and flicked the forehead of the statue, revealing a little smile.

In fact, after seeing this peony, she was no longer very angry. She just thought that she was touched by a child a few times. She couldn't ask for an account, so what else could she do except let bygones be bygones.

The Empress Dowager put down the wooden man, added water and ink, picked up the paintbrush, and began to copy the scroll on the wall again. The painting techniques were different, and it was obviously impossible to copy it. It was just to find something to do during the boring days in the deep palace.

Tap tap tap

After a while, footsteps were heard outside the side hall, and Qiao'e said softly through the door:

"Empress Dowager, at the court meeting just now, the envoys of Northern Qi said that they wanted to compete with the younger generation of Dayue in martial arts. The emperor agreed. In a few days, a competition will be held outside the Taiji Palace. You are the mother of a country, so I'm afraid you have to go there to show your support."

Because there is no queen, the queen dowager has to show up at large gatherings like this. The queen dowager was painting absent-mindedly and said casually: "I know."

"Also, Madam Lu is here, and the carriage is waiting outside the palace. She asked you to leave the palace, but she didn't say what she was doing."

"What is Lu Hongluan doing here..."

The queen dowager paused, frowned slightly, and looked up at the peony flowers on the wall, guessing that she might be here to make trouble.

However, the queen dowager has lived in the deep palace for a long time and has a detached status. She can't even find someone to quarrel with. It's also a matter for others to come to her. Whether it's good or bad, it's better than staying in the palace to mold.

The Queen Mother thought for a while, then put down her brush, went back to her bedroom, dressed up beautifully, and then pretended to fight to the end, and rushed out of the palace with Qiao'e... ——

I wish all the students who are taking the college entrance examination today will be successful! Go for it! ! ! !