After walking a few more steps, he saw Zhang Wang Nan Jianzhe from a distance, who was dressed in red and had a slightly angry face.
Qiu Moli naturally did not want to contact this person, so he changed his path.
Who would have thought that Nan Jianzhe Zhe actually stepped forward deliberately.
"The general's wife has just come to this royal garden.
Why is she leaving when she sees me?
Could it be that I have affected my wife's interest?"
Nan Jianzhe looked at Qiu Moli with a half-smile.
There is no reason why you want to leave just after seeing him.
Qiu Moli naturally shook his head, "His Royal Highness Zhang, you are worrying too much.
Today, Concubine Xian is feeling a little unwell.
The imperial doctor said it was caused by depression in her heart.
The emperor then sent someone to announce the concubine to the palace and ordered her to take good care of her.
Empress.
It happened that the empress said that this season was suitable for making a pot of chrysanthemum tea, so I waited for her to go to bed and came to the imperial garden to see if there were any chrysanthemums.
Unfortunately, I didn't see any chrysanthemums after walking around the entire imperial garden.
I thought that my empress was about to wake up, so I hurried back.
Who would have thought that the prince would misunderstand her.
If the prince thinks that I am avoiding you on purpose, I am really wronged. " Nan Jianzhe looked at Qiu Moli, who was dressed in a pink dress with an innocent expression on his face.
He couldn't deny it.
Whether or not to pick the chrysanthemums had nothing to do with him.
He only knew that he was very unhappy now, and the culprit was Kyoto.
A famous shrew.
"Then do you know that it will be a death penalty for anyone other than the emperor to pick the flowers in this imperial garden?"
Nan Jianzhe said mockingly to Qiu Moli.
Qiu Moli covered her mouth in surprise.
She really didn't know this.
Fortunately, she had no intention of actually picking the flowers and plants in the imperial garden.
"It seems that Madam still doesn't know that the day before yesterday, a new maid picked a withered begonia and was beaten to death with a stick, and the day before yesterday."
King Zhang was still continuing, but Qiu Moli's face had turned cold.
It is said that the lives of people in the palace are like grass, but when you really meet him, you are still a little cold.
There are too many injustices in this world.
Indeed, some people wear gold and silver from the moment they are born, and are served by maids and palaces, but others can only wear shabby clothes and do endless work.
Received endless scolding.
They are both human beings, but because of their different births, one is as noble as heaven, while the other is not as good as a pig or a dog, and even lost his life because of a withered flower.
"Thank you, His Highness Prince Zhang, for reminding me.
Fortunately, I haven't picked a single flower yet."
Qiu Moli deliberately made a look of joy.
At the same time, he did not forget to look at the flower basket in Zhaixing's hand to confirm that there was not a single flower in it.
Shadows of flowers and grass.
King Zhang snorted, "You think that those who don't know are not guilty.
In this palace, there has never been a saying that those who don't know are not guilty.
If you do something wrong, you will die."
Qiu Moli's last bit of patience was finally exhausted by King Zhang, and she smiled at him.
"Then what do you think the prince should do about this matter?
Should he hand over the concubine to the governor of Fengtian Prefecture in Kyoto or go to the emperor and ask him how he should deal with the concubine?"
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She had no intention of offending Prince Zhang.
After all, he was Concubine Jing’s biological son.
Apart from the emperor, Concubine Jing had the most say in the entire harem.
She didn’t have to make such a big enemy for her sister, but if she did Her bottom line is that she doesn't mind giving him an unforgettable memory before she turns twenty.
Sensing that Qiu Moli was slightly angry, Nan Jianzhe's mood suddenly improved.
Rather than talking about boring topics like playing ball, he would rather see the "real" side of the person in front of him, at least not to tarnish the reputation of "the most fierce woman in Kyoto".
"I heard that Madam's painting skills are top-notch, and her painting of ice orchid made the Dowager very fond of it.
Even now, I am still thinking about seeing Madam's true face.
But I don't know if I have the honor to receive a painting from Madam.
"One pair" Qiu Moli already knew about the Ice Orchid Picture from Tianyue.
Although she was surprised by her sister's generosity, she had nothing to say if it was given to Concubine Jing.
At this moment, Nan Jianzhe had an impeccable smile on his face.
It was just a painting, and he didn't care about it at all.
But if he could find out who Qiunan's daughter, Xianfei's sister, and Xuanzixu's wife were, it would be a big surprise.
It was also worthy of him opening this mouth.
"It's not impossible."
Qiu Moli looked at King Zhang and had to admit that, except for her senior brother Song Chumo, King Zhang was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Compared with King Chen's beauty, King Zhang's face had more features.
It has the tenderness of a woman, but it doesn't feel feminine.
Maybe the man who looks like a woman is the most handsome man.
"Oh, what Mrs.
General said?"
King Zhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiu Moli with interest.
After seeing that there was no trace of conspiracy in those red eyes, he felt relieved.
"The paints, rice paper, and brushes used for my painting all need to be chosen by myself.
Especially the color of the paint must be adjusted by myself, and the color must be used accurately.
Any difference will affect the level of my painting.
Therefore, It takes a lot of time just to adjust the colors, let alone select the objects.
I wonder if King Zhang has time to wait for his concubine to prepare all this."
The meaning of Qiu Moli's words couldn't be more obvious.
You can paint, but you can't control the time.
If there is a slight mistake in preparation, it will affect her level.
"If Madam is willing, I will naturally wait."
"Then it is better for me to be respectful than to obey my orders.
I have prepared pens, inks, paper, inkstones and pigments, and I have to choose them myself."
The fact that the general's wife painted for Prince Zhang soon spread in the palace.
Because it was the concubine's birthday, the general's wife won the concubine's favor with just one painting.
So naturally there will be a large number of people secretly speculating on how capable the general's wife is, and whether she is really as superb as the rumors.
Xuanzi Xu had just finished discussing with Nan Jianchi the important matters of leading the north.
After hearing the news, he also arrived at the Imperial Garden by accident.
When Xuan Zixu arrived, Qiu Moli was mixing colors.
Wearing a pink skirt, she stood casually among a pile of palace maids' pink dresses, but she was not outdone.
Xuan Zixu's cold eyebrows saw Qiu Moli's serious face, and Qiu Moli, who kept mixing the paint in his hands, actually thought of "Li Li" when he gave the emperor acupuncture that day.
It was a similar technique, but he was just giving the acupuncture. , one is mixing paint.
Xuan Zixu suddenly tightened his eyebrows.
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He originally wanted to leave, but forced himself to stand down.
After finishing color adjustment, it was still early, but the sun had already reached the top of the head.
Fortunately, the sunshine at the end of October was not harsh.
On the contrary, there was a touch of warmth in the autumn wind.
Qiu Moli raised his head and shook his stiff arms.
They arrived at Xuan Zixu, who was alone not far away.
Oh, the generals of Zhou Dynasty are so free now.
Shouldn't they go to Cuihong Mansion to accompany Miss Lianji at this time?
Feeling Qiu Moli's probing eyes, Xuan Zixu's expression remained unchanged.
Qiu Moli rolled his eyes unabashedly when he saw Xuan Zixu acting like this.
After that, he picked up the brush in his hand and began to paint with concentration
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