The low, gray and white buildings blend into the surrounding gardens.

The man was wearing a robe as white as snow and a jade crown standing upright.

He has a slender figure, and just his back is graceful and eye-catching enough.

After the eldest prince's voice fell, the man seemed to be awakened by the voice. He turned his head slightly and pulled himself out of his thoughts.

When Wu Qing stopped talking with the second prince and looked up, what he saw was this picture of a handsome man turning around.

[Are your eyes blurry? How come I can see someone showing off from such a distance? ]

After seeing the other person's face clearly, Wu Qing's expression suddenly froze.

[…Is it too late for me to leave now? ]

Prince Ding raised his eyes, his gaze moved, and he took in the three people in the field one by one without making a sound.

He bowed slightly, saluted one by one and said, "Greetings, Your Highnesses."

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and were very pleasing to the eye.

No wonder, in those carefully embroidered “beautiful men pictures” made by Jiu Ying, the image of Prince Ding occupied most of the space.

Wu Qing, who was standing far away, sniffed and wanted to take back the coat he had put on the second prince.

Haha, I didn’t feel it just now, but now it’s really a bit cold.

Mainly because of cold heart.

She had just fled from Prince Ding yesterday, but I didn't expect to see him again today.

Wu Qing could only forcefully raise the corners of his mouth.

She followed the rules, bowed rigidly, and said distantly: "I greet the prince."

Prince Ding smiled and said, "When the noble lady left without saying goodbye yesterday, I thought I had offended her by saying something rude and made her unhappy."

Wu Qing kept a fake smile: "Really? Your Highness is worrying too much."

The news that she took Prince Ding away to the Imperial Hospital yesterday quickly spread throughout the palace and became a topic of conversation among everyone after dinner.

The emperor naturally knew it too.

In the evening, the emperor did not blame her for her actions. Instead, he rewarded her with many precious things and praised her for her "bravery and kindness."

As soon as he saw him, Wu Qing felt like he had seen his own dark history.

"I wonder why the prince has come here this time?"

Wu Qing didn't want to get close to him, so he asked him from a distance of ten meters.

Prince Ding smiled slightly, walked over calmly, and explained in a calm tone:

"When I was playing chess with my brother in the afternoon, a servant came in a hurry to report that Lord Qin had suddenly fallen ill and could not come to see me."

"I just found out after asking that Lord Qin is here to be your 'art teacher'. It's hard to find someone on short notice, and my brother is very worried."

"I heard from my brother that the princes are looking for someone who is familiar with the mountains and rivers of the capital."

"I believe that I have some accomplishments in the art of painting, and I don't want to see my brother worrying about this matter, so I boldly volunteered to do my part for Your Highnesses."

Prince Ding's eyes curved into a gentle arc, "I hope Your Highnesses will not dislike it."

Well……

I thought Uncle Eight was just passing by.

The princes did not expect this to happen and did not know what to say for a moment.

——In other words, Lord Qin is ill and cannot come, and Prince Ding happens to be entering the palace today and can take over their art lessons.

If it were an ordinary day, they would naturally be overjoyed.

Uncle Eight has a handsome appearance and a gentle personality. Talking to him always makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

He was always generous and every time he went to the palace he would bring some new and interesting things from outside to share with them, broadening their horizons.

If Eighth Uncle came to teach other courses, the princes would not have any complaints.

But their main purpose today is to draw a map!

They don't have any leverage over Uncle Eight, so how can they threaten him to draw a map?

This was originally a secretive thing, and Uncle Eight always went to the palace to accompany Father...

The eldest prince said quickly, "Uncle Eighth, how can this be done? You are very busy, and we are only just getting started in painting. How dare we trouble you to teach us in person?"

The second prince nodded anxiously and agreed:

"Yes, Uncle Eight, my eldest brother and I both have very noisy temperaments."

"Really, it's very tiring to manage. Master Xun has scolded us countless times. If you were to teach us, I'm afraid it would be even more troublesome."

After saying that, he secretly nudged Wu Qing beside him with his elbow and asked for his opinion: "Mr. Ji, you think so too, right?"

Wu Qing spread his hands.

"Your Highness, look, they are making so much noise before the class even starts. They don't look like the kind of people who would quietly learn to paint. I'm afraid that they will disturb Your Highness greatly during the class later."

The three of them reached an agreement tacitly.

[Go, go.] Wu Qing prayed silently in his heart, [Hopefully Xiong Da and Xiong Er can persuade him to quit.]

The princes were moved.

Concubine Ji seems particularly unwilling to get along with Prince Ding?

Why is this?

Prince Ding didn't care, and shook his head gently, saying, "What's the harm?"

He said: "It is rare for me to meet with Your Highnesses. Now I have the opportunity to stay with Your Highnesses for a while. It is my honor."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly and said dejectedly: "What's more... there are not many people around me to talk to."

He sighed softly, as if talking to himself, "It might not be a bad thing to have more fun."

When Wu Qing heard this, he leaned back slightly, and complained with a strange look in his eyes: […Why does he seem a bit teay? ]

The princes immediately recalled the vague rumors circulating in the palace.

It may sound like a myth, but if three people talk about it, it becomes an unspoken fact among everyone.

...For example, although Prince Ding enjoyed the honor of living outside the imperial city, he was actually like a bird in a cage, with his every move under strict surveillance.

...For example, every time Prince Ding entered the palace for an audience, he had to undergo a strict body search and was not allowed to bring any attendants.

...For example, on the surface, the Emperor and Prince Ding were friendly and harmonious, but privately, the Emperor had long been thinking about getting rid of Prince Ding.

Prince Ding lowered his posture so low that the eldest and second princes were left at a loss for words.

What should I do?

The persuasion failed.

Could it be that they really couldn't just drive Uncle Eight away?

Uncle Eight also had good intentions. He was just filling in for Sir Qin temporarily because he saw that he was not feeling well.

It is not a gentleman's behavior to reject Uncle Eight for personal gain.

The princes felt a little guilty.

Wu Qing's attention was on another point.

She frowned and asked, "What disease does Lord Qin have?"

Prince Ding said, "I heard that he ate something strange at lunch."

Wu Qing refused to give up and asked, "What did you eat? Did your face turn blue? Did you vomit blood?"

Prince Ding shook his head, indicating that he had no idea either.

Wu Qing’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter, as if he was worried about something.

"Is my life in danger? Will I die?"

Wu Qing blinked, clasped his hands and asked Prince Ding.

She looked extremely worried, as if she had a heavy stone in her heart.

Prince Ding rubbed his fingers unconsciously in his sleeves, but kept a calm smile on his face, and comforted: "It should be fine, Lord Qin is a lucky man."

"The person who came to report also said that Sir Qin only needs to rest for ten days or half a month, and he will be back to normal."

But he couldn't guarantee what Qin Li would learn to eat next time, he thought.

Wu Qing's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter.

She said, “What a shame.”

Prince Ding:?

The eldest prince coughed quickly.

Wu Qing stopped talking in time, "Uh, Your Majesty. What I mean is that it's such a pity that Master Qin can't come to class."

She clenched her hands and prayed for him, "I hope Master Qin gets better soon. I hope he doesn't die young."