After speaking, he took out a booklet and handed it to Lingxi.
She took it and looked at it to know that this book was about all the relevant files recorded by Chu Tianqin, what are the important people around her in terms of identity and age, and the interpersonal context should be complete.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Chasing Feng hurriedly lowered his head and turned back to her: "The girl is polite." ” After reading the booklet, Lingxi still felt that something was missing: "Based on this information alone, even if I pass by King Lingyang, I may not know who he is!"
Because, she didn't know what Chu Tianqin looked like at all.
Chasing the wind thought for a while: "The girl wants the portrait of King Lingyang?"
I'm afraid this ----- is only available to Ling Yang. ” Lingxi nodded, indeed, where can the portrait of this prince be found casually, maybe he may not have it in Lingyang's house.
"I'll draw you one!"
As soon as Chu's words fell, Lingxi immediately looked at him in astonishment and walked to the desk.
Paint a portrait of King Lingyang?
She was stunned for a moment, and then turned to realize that the book of the wide-sleeved Lingbo Dance was still drawn by him!
That kind of painting technique is more than enough to paint a portrait.
After all, the last time I didn't even ask why he drew that dance book, I was interrupted, and now, my heart is full of curiosity and complexity.
Chasing Feng had already withdrawn from the study at this time, so Lingxi stood on the side of the desk and looked at Chu Craggy, and after preparing the pen and ink, he laid out a piece of white paper, and the tip of the pen was rapidly inked and colored, and the brushwork was exquisite in one go.
This kind of skill is not something that can be practiced in one or two years at all, Yan Jinchao once grew up with him but he didn't know who he had studied painting as a teacher, so how did he practice such a foundation.
The strength of the tip of the pen is rigid and soft, and the lines are extremely beautiful, if it weren't for the face, he must have thought that only Wen Yitong could draw it. "----------" she could see that she didn't come back to her senses until Chu put down the pen.
In the words, the person's face is a little immature, his eyebrows and facial features are handsome, he is a beautiful young man, but his eyes are mean and make people feel that they are not easy to get along with.
This King of Lingyang still inherits the tradition of the Chu family's bloodline, that is, the face must be good-looking in order to be worthy of the surname Chu.
After she saw the face of the person in the painting clearly, she looked up at Chu Craggy with a little doubt.
Chu looked up at her with a faint smile at this time: "I want to ask, who is my painting master?"
She nodded, "Yes." ” "My mother."
After he finished speaking, he smiled and walked back to the place where he was sitting and picked up the book, and between his eyebrows, he couldn't see any look.
As soon as she heard him say the word "mother", her heart instantly boiled, this was the first time he took the initiative to mention his biological mother in front of her.
Lingxi walked up to him and squatted down, his eyes were soft and unspeakable, and he asked with a little hope: "Your mother, can you paint?"
” His eyebrows and eyes were complicated, and he said with a little pride: "My mother's painting skills are good." ” Lingxi pursed her lips, unable to tell whether she was more surprised or uncomfortable, and asked, "At what age?"
” "Three years old."
Did you start learning to draw at the age of three?
But don't the classics in the ----- palace record that he grew up in the palace of the imperial concubine since he was a child?
It wasn't until he apprenticed to the old general of the ram that he left the palace, and how did her mother teach him to paint.
He looked down at her thoughtful and curious face, and reached out and nodded her forehead: "Don't bother to guess, you'll know later." ” After she heard this, something gradually revealed in her eyes.
In fact, she doesn't necessarily have to know the past that Chu Lingxun has been hiding, nor does she have to know who his mother is and what her identity is.
She closed her eyes, hung her arms around his neck, pulled him down, buried her head in his chest, and whispered, "Your Highness, you ------ have me in the future." ” I don't know why, I just want to say such a sentence, and there is a very unnecessary nonsense in the hypocrisy, but I just want to say it to him.
After hearing her words, Chu Lingxun's body was obviously stiff, which could also be said to tremble, and then, he reached out to hug her, and replied to her in a low voice with a look full of mist: "Okay---" After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, it happened that everyone who should have come back at dinner time except for Situ Jiuyun came back.
Jin Peony still looked like a mother at the dinner table and said: "Jiuyun must be unaccustomed to eating a lot of things in the military camp, so I'll let the kitchen make some things for him later!"
” Situ Lang said: "Where is there anything you can't get used to, as a general, you haven't suffered anything, besides, he may not be in the barracks at the moment, and today the city is strictly guarded, he must be investigating everywhere." ” Jin Peony nodded, as if there was light in his eyes: "I heard that this time Xixia is the prince?"
” Lingxi looked up at Zhong Broken Gut at the side at this time, and he didn't seem to care or be surprised as he ate.
Situ Lang seemed to be very cautious and asked, "Who did you listen to!"
” Jin Peony smiled like a flower: "It is rumored outside that the prince of Xixia sent an envoy to the country, it must be in the hope of getting along with the Chu State, the emperor asked all the ladies in the city to participate in the banquet this time, it seems that the emperor seems to be planning to marry." ” Situ Lang did not refute, but said, "Women's families should not get involved in these things. ” Jin Peony put down the bowl at this time: "Why doesn't it matter, look at Linlang." ” Linlang raised her little face with a puzzled face and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with me?"
” Lingxi was eating at this time, and suddenly understood why Jin Peony was busy buying clothes and jewelry in the past two days.
Situ Lang smiled clearly at this time: "It also depends on whether the prince of Western Xia likes it." ” "Master----- at this time, the palace banquet process is all set by you, Linlang's piano skills are very good, if you can let her go up and play a song, after all, it will be amazing in all directions."
Situ Qingtian coughed helplessly at this time, and Situ Lang immediately said: "Eat and eat, eat without words." ” After eating, Situ Lang deliberately pulled Zhong Broken Intestines: "Second brother, I don't know if you are interested in this palace banquet?"
” Zhong Duangu hugged his arms at this time, thought for a while, and was about to answer, when Jin Peony looked displeased on the side: "Master, what kind of place is the palace banquet, can he go?"
” "Peony, don't talk like that, last time the second brother saved his father in Wutai Mountain, and the emperor also wanted to see the second brother after he found out."
After hearing this, Jin Peony looked at Zhong Broken Intestine with a disdainful expression, Zhong Broken Intestine also looked at her, glanced at her defiantly, and then replied: "I have never participated in the palace banquet, if I can, I also want to see the world." ”