Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Do I have to go find it myself? ...
In the blink of an eye, the swallows are migrating and autumn is coming to an end.
Palace of Prince Yanling, Qiongming Hall.
The wind was blowing and the rain was falling. The dull sound of the rain woke the person sleeping in the tent. A handsome figure suddenly sat up in the darkness.
Cold sweat oozed from Yun Qin's forehead, and the aching heart reminded him that the nightmare he had just had was real.
"Your Majesty!"
Eunuch Qin heard the mumbling and came over. He lifted the curtain and saw the person inside breathing rapidly. His face was extremely pale, like a banished immortal, as if he was about to become an immortal. "Are you in a nightmare?"
Yun Qin gradually regained consciousness and got out of bed without saying a word. The young monarch, who had always looked calm and elegant, now had a rare sinister and terrifying look on his face.
The rain continued and the hall was dark.
Eunuch Qin watched with fear as the young monarch walked to the sandalwood table and said coldly, "Grind the ink."
The slender hand holds the wolf hair brush and moves it gracefully across the paper, rendering the beautiful face of a woman in the flowing black ink.
The woman in the painting is as stunning as a beautiful figure, as beautiful as a flower, captivating and charming, with her coquettish and soft tears touching the heart. Even though Yanling is used to producing beauties, they are far inferior to the one in the painting.
The painting was outlined with cinnabar, and the blank space in the painting was gradually filled up until the last stroke was made. Eunuch Qin was sweating profusely, and he could no longer hold the ink stick. His legs almost gave out and he knelt down.
Your Majesty, this painting is...
The wolf hair brush suddenly broke into two pieces and fell heavily to the ground.
Yun Qin leaned on the desk with his fists clenched, staring at the pretty face in the painting while panting, letting the hazy image in his mind fade away.
He has always had an amazing memory, but now he has to draw it on paper to remember this bizarre and absurd dream.
Eunuch Qin looked at the place in the painting, and it was actually the Guanxue Pavilion in the old mansion. The delicate beauty was trapped on the pavilion, in pieces.
"Does it look good?"
Eunuch Qin hastily averted his gaze. The king's usual gentleness had vanished, his features becoming gloomy and irritable. He was terrified and fell to his knees with a thud. "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
When Yun Qin was still the young master of the Yun family, he had never been so bad-tempered. Two months ago, the king took Si Wu to Juxing Pass, and after he came back, he seemed like a different person. He had completely lost his elegant aura, and seemed to have lost his soul, with mood swings.
He suppressed the previous king and seized power with an iron fist, showing no mercy and showing no mercy, which is terrifying.
Mottled moonlight filtered in, and the sparse light in the hall could not withstand the darkness that filled the room.
Yun Qin looked gloomy. He folded the painting and placed it under his inkstone. "Get out."
The young monarch, who had barely come of age, spoke sparingly, his words full of restraint and murderous intent.
Eunuch Qin's hair stood on end and he retreated from the hall trembling with fear. If he had looked at the painting a few more times, he was afraid that the king would have gouged out his eyes without hesitation.
He couldn't understand what had happened to Master Yunqin, who used to be so gentle and kind.
Yun Qin supported his head and leaned sideways in the chair, his mind in turmoil and confusion.
He tried to recall what the delicate girl looked like, but he had no memory of her. No matter how hard he tried, he could only get a vague outline.
He couldn't count how many times this feeling of loss had tortured him and almost driven him crazy.
Yunqin reopened the painting that was pressed under the inkstone and placed it aside, then moved the paperweight. In a moment, another portrait appeared before his eyes.
"Mist."
Si Wu entered the bedroom and took the drawing paper handed to him by Yun Qin. "Your Majesty, are you looking for the person in the painting?"
Yunqin closed another painting and said, "Go and look for it immediately, in the countryside."
Si Wu took a closer look and gasped, feeling a strange sense of stuffiness on his forehead. "Your Majesty, I look familiar to you."
Yun Qin turned his eyes to Si Wu: "It seems you know him."
Mi Wu nodded subconsciously, but then shook his head for some unknown reason: "I don't know him."
Yun Qin sat on the chair, his fingertips resting on his forehead, and closed his eyes impatiently: "Why don't you go find it quickly!"
Si Wu quickly retreated, missing the gentle and elegant young man of the past.
Yun Qin used to have an upright posture even when he was sitting, but now he is troubled and has become extremely distracted. He usually goes to court with patience, but when there is nothing to do, he becomes depressed and listless.
Eunuch Qin was guarding outside, yawning and looking inside. He was becoming more and more difficult to serve day by day. With his old bones, he would be scared to death by the king sooner or later.
The king didn't know what was going on. He had no appetite all day long, and always felt melancholy and cold at night, unable to sleep well. He would wake up in a start, and then fall back into deep sleep.
Apart from important matters of state, he refused to receive concubines or ministers, and locked himself in the palace, refusing to see anyone or go out.
It's like being possessed by an evil spirit.
Eunuch Qin sighed.
But just now I heard that the king was looking for someone. I guess he is young and full of vigor. Without a beautiful woman by his side, he must be feeling irritable and lonely.
It must be because of the complicated state affairs and the depression in his heart. Once this beauty is found, the king's temper may be restrained a little.
The sun gradually rises.
Qingqiu Town, far away from the imperial city.
The autumn rain has just stopped, but white dew can still be seen falling on the frosted leaves.
In front of Jiangyuan's gate, Mingrou and Qiang Shuining were waiting early. When they saw the figure coming out, they started to tease.
"Finally she's out! Hurry up and find a little girl who knows how to dress up. We've been waiting for an hour. It's fine as long as we're on good terms. If Mingrou had her old temper, she'd definitely fight with you."
Jiang Daiyi went out, holding a small bronze mirror. She adjusted the position of her hairpin and smiled happily: "I have to go paint today."
How can I not dress up nicely?
Mingrou snatched the mirror from Jiang Daiyi's hand and pulled Jiang Daiyi away, "Hurry up, the painter has a schedule. If you miss the time, you will have to wait a long time before the painting can be done."
It had just rained all night, and now the rain was hitting the fallen leaves. Qingqiu Town was once again a famous autumn scene, making it the perfect time to ask an artist to paint a small portrait.
Pingqian City where Qiang Shuining lived was renamed Pingning City because of the change of ownership. Qiang Wuyue was afraid that she would be bored, so he sent her to Jiang Daiyi, and she stayed here for three months.
The sea is peaceful and the river is clear, and people live and work in peace and contentment. There is no longer the chaos and chaos before the change of ownership, and everyone is having a peaceful and happy time.
Mingrou pulled the two of them and hurried to the painter's studio. "Hurry up, my rouge isn't waterproof, and I don't know if it's going to rain soon. If it rains again, my makeup will be ruined. I have an outdoor scene today."
The long street in the town was paved with bluestone, with houses of different heights and eaves on both sides. There was a sparse drizzle of rain, and the three people were laughing and playing in the street, which was a picture in itself.
Qingqiu Town is not big, and we arrived at the art gallery in a moment.
The makeup girl in the studio welcomed the three of them in. "Girls, please wait a moment. The painter was summoned by the government early this morning. I think he had something important to do. He should be back soon. I'm so sorry."
Mingrou didn't care and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay. If you're busy, tomorrow is fine."
Of course it won't work tomorrow. The painter is very busy and has orders every day. If he postpones it for one day, he will earn one day less. Naturally, the painter will not agree to do it.
Knowing that it was not possible, Jiang Daiyi comforted Mingrou: "Rainy days naturally have their own artistic conception. Please wait a moment."
Mingrou didn't expect it to rain all night, and she didn't know whether the gloomy light would affect the painter. She liked brighter weather.
Jiang Daiyi got up early and felt a little sleepy. Since the painter would not be back for a while, she leaned on a chair in the gallery and took a nap.
The already dim morning light now made the gallery even brighter.
The window blocked the view, so it wasn't too glaring. Jiang Daiyi leaned on the soft chair under the window and slowly fell asleep.
I thought the makeup artist was afraid of losing business, so she deliberately said that the painter would be back soon, but I didn't expect that the painter would really come back very soon.
Seeing that Jiang Daiyi was sleeping soundly, Mingrou and Qiang Shuining did not call her and went to paint one after another.
Jiang Daiyi slept for quite a while before Mingrou patted her shoulder and woke her up: "Don't sleep any more, or your face will get swollen and your painting won't look good."
The painter went out through the back door, which was closer to the government office, so he did not alarm Jiang Daiyi.
Jiang Dai wanted to rub her eyes, but was afraid of smudging her eye makeup, so she resisted the urge to rub them. She picked up a small prop fan beside her and fanned herself to clear her eyes.
Qiang Shuining had been painting for half an hour. Mingrou was holding her portrait and admiring it carefully. "This painter's skills are outstanding. I specifically asked him to remove all the blemishes on my face. Now I see that it is truly superb."
Jiang Daiyi also stood up and took a look. It was indeed beautiful.
As the two were watching, Qiang Shuining also came out. The painting was not dry yet, so it needed to be dried like Mingrou's before it could be stored.
When Mingrou saw Qiang Shuining emerge, she hurriedly asked Jiang Daiyi to paint, "You go paint first. We need to go outside and find a nice scenery to paint later."
Jiang Daiyi had a dull sleep and no longer had the enthusiasm to get up early, but she didn't want to ruin her makeup, so she had to go in.
The painter was grinding ink. After Jiang Daiyi sat for a while, he prepared all the four treasures before raising his head to start painting.
When I looked up, I couldn't help but be startled.
The painter looked at the girl in front of him and his expression became unnatural.
Jiang Daiyi slept for a while on a chair outside. Seeing the painter staring deep in thought, she thought that her makeup was blemishes from sleeping.
"Why, is there something on my face?"
The painter withdrew his gaze, put the paperweight away, and said unnaturally: "No, I offended the girl. Let's start painting now."
After the three of them finished painting in the afternoon, they returned to their respective residences along the same route they came.
The painter went straight back to the studio without having lunch. He just asked the makeup girl who was putting makeup on the afternoon customers to stop what she was doing, pushed the orders for that day, and hurried out again.
Although the makeup artist didn't understand, she still did as she was told, and couldn't avoid making a lot of apologies.
The painter arrived at the government office without stopping, and simply said that he had something to report.
After meeting the master and explaining the situation, the master solemnly warned the painter, "Have you read carefully? This matter was originally sent by the higher-ups to find someone to copy and post. If you make up stories to claim the reward, you will be in trouble."
The painter was certain: "There is no mistake. I looked carefully."
The autumn wind was blowing, but by the evening, the news had reached Yunqin's ears.
Mi Wu was surprised: "This person in the dream can also become real, can it be used as medicine?"
Treat the young master's illness well and bring him back to the old young man he used to be.
Yunqin glanced at Siwu coldly. Siwu knew that he had said something wrong and kept silent.
He was still used to calling him Young Master Yunqin. Ever since he took this position, Young Master had become increasingly unhappy and had more and more problems.
His temperament is becoming increasingly weird and difficult to please.
"Since you've found him, why don't you bring him back? Do you think I have to go find him myself?"
Yunqin spoke calmly, then put down the letter that had been sent back at full speed.
Si Wu curled his lips and dared not speak.
The cool autumn wind blew the papers on the desk into flying shapes. Yunqin's mood was as shaky as the flying papers.
"It's okay, you can go there."
He wanted to personally capture the person who disturbed his dreams every night.
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