Yan Nangui has been in a good mood these past few days, smiling every day, and her morning grumpiness isn't as bad as it used to be.
In the main courtyard, when everyone paid their respects, she seemed completely at ease.
Now that the weather is getting cold, the geese returning south have started experiencing cold hands and feet again.
It's been over ten months now, and it's been almost a year since my miscarriage last year.
It's fair to say that we raised it well this year.
In the end, it was all because the original owner of this body was unlucky to have such a major event happen to him. He was so badly injured, and he didn't receive any care or concern from his elders.
Although my aunt knew, she didn't know exactly what stage it had reached.
But his mother died early, and his grandmother was...
The sisters didn't care at all, and as for the father and brother, even if they lived nearby, they wouldn't care about it.
Fortunately, it was Yan Nangui now, so she didn't care. After all, he wasn't her family.
After paying his respects to the head of the main courtyard, Yan Nangui instructed on his way back, "Tell them to cook some meat for me at noon; I'm craving it today."
“Okay, at this time of year, the most we can have is beef and mutton. You don’t like beef, and you don’t eat mutton at all. So how about we make some pork? How about Dongpo pork?” Luo Kui asked.
"I want to eat what you just said. This is it," Yan Nangui said with a smile.
When it's cold, people always crave foods high in calories.
Dongpo pork is delicious when it's stewed until very tender.
Back at Jiyue Pavilion, it wasn't cold because the charcoal fire inside was burning brightly.
After taking off his cloak, Yan Nangui had someone set out brushes and ink, and he hadn't painted for a while.
After thinking for a moment, I picked up my brush and began to draw a beautiful woman.
She hadn't painted for Murong Wanqing yet, this was her chance.
Even if that person isn't likable, you absolutely can't say they're not good-looking; to say that would be nonsense.
So she slowly put down her pen and began to sketch.
Once a painting is finished, the person who is satisfied with it asks someone to take it aside and let it air out.
Since it was still early, she said, "Bring some paint, bring whatever you have." The previous paintings were all plain.
"We'll have to go to the miscellaneous affairs department to get it, and I'm afraid it won't be available for a while," Chanyi said.
In their Jiyue Pavilion, there were only a few colors.
"Then let's send someone over. I'll just paint another one in black and white," Yan Nangui said.
Chanyi thought for a moment, then went herself and called Yuanhua in to serve her.
Luo Kui went to the kitchen, where Jiang Xiang was tidying up.
When Shu Chengfeng returned from the palace, he came straight here.
He finally met the Empress, but it was nothing more than the same old talk. The mother and son exchanged a few words.
The Empress is fine now, but Consort Zhen is angry. She has indeed miscarried.
For a concubine, being able to give birth to an extra child, even a princess, is a benefit.
She's not young anymore, and it might not be easy for her to have another child.
The Empress's words also contained a probing tone, suggesting a tendency to doubt the Crown Prince. It wasn't that she blamed the Crown Prince, but there was some resentment in her tone.
It roughly means that if the Crown Prince was responsible for this, then she should be consulted.
The crown prince offered a straightforward explanation.
It wasn't him.
After meeting the Empress, Shu Chengfeng was in a bad mood. Upon returning to his residence, he went straight to Jiyue Pavilion without saying a word.
Before the second painting of the wild geese returning south was finished, someone outside came to pay their respects.
She put down her pen and took a few steps.
"What are you writing?" Shu Chengfeng waved his hand, dismissing her greeting.
Yan Nangui picked up his brush again: "If Your Highness has nothing to do, please sit down and I'll finish this painting."
Before Shu Chengfeng could ask anything, he swallowed his words, nodded, and sat down.
The painting continues as the wild geese fly south.
This one depicts the young prince Sang Qi.
Her eyes and brows were gentle, and she seemed to be surrounded by a holy light, but unfortunately, she was black and white.
She also drew very simply. If she had added color and painted carefully, it would have been impossible to finish two paintings in one morning.
Once you've finished drawing, put down your pen.
Yuanhua had already brought hot water and was helping her wash her hands.
After washing and drying them, I applied some hand cream and gently massaged them in.
"I asked them to get some paint, but they couldn't bring it right away. So I just painted whatever came to mind. I'll paint again when I get better paint."
Shu Chengfeng became interested, put down his teacup, and stood up to look at it: "This... Sang Qi?"
"Tsk, you don't even go out in the south, staying in your own study and having affairs with other men?" Shu Chengfeng was genuinely a little puzzled: "I remember you weren't interested in this prince either."
"Your Highness, I really don't know how to respond to that. If I were interested, wouldn't you kill me?" Yan Nangui chuckled.
“However, your painting is quite lifelike. I had no idea you could paint.” At this moment, Shu Chengfeng noticed the painting next to him, which was of Murong Liangyuan.
"Did he also paint the Murong clan after returning south?" Shu Chengfeng was genuinely surprised.
It's not that no one paints for people, but most of the time they paint imagined figures, like fairies or the like.
"Go and bring all the drawings I made before to His Highness." Yan Nangui glanced at Shu Chengfeng: "Your Highness, please don't be angry after seeing them."
Shu Chengfeng raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
Before long, Yuanhua and Suye took out ten scrolls.
As Shu Chengfeng opened each painting, he was quite surprised. Although they were all in black and white, they were indeed very well drawn.
There were His Majesty's, the Empress's, Consort Zhen's, the Crown Princess's, Consort Ye, Consort Su, and Consort Luo.
Now, Murong Liangyuan has been added.
There's another one, which should be by Yan Nanxu. It's a portrait of him in military uniform.
However, the most numerous are by Shu Chengfeng, with four paintings.
The first three pictures are all normal; one is wearing a dragon robe, another is wearing a plain robe, and the third is carrying a sword. That's how it looked when I went out earlier this year.
But there is another picture, in which he is lying lazily on the couch with his long hair loose.
His eyes and brows held a sharp edge, yet he remained nonchalant.
This is quite embarrassing to watch.
What are you drawing?
"As I see you all. Although I shouldn't paint His Majesty's, the Empress's, yours, or the Crown Princess's, Your Highness, please keep it a secret."
Your appearance cannot be drawn casually.
That's taboo.
"Is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?" Shu Chengfeng shook his head: "Do you want paint to paint something else...?"
He didn't finish his sentence. If I had just asked him if he wanted me drawn again, it wouldn't have felt quite right.
"Your Highness, if I can sleep with you, why can't I paint you?" Yan Nangui looked at him: "I can't in public, but I can't even paint you secretly? Your Highness's appearance is so beautiful, besides me, who else can paint such a realistic picture?"
Shu Chengfeng was speechless for a long time...
This woman.
He reached out and tapped Yan Nangui on the head.
Yan Nangui groaned, feeling a bit of pain, but didn't dodge: "Will Your Highness give me the painting or not? If not, you can go back."
Shu Chengfeng laughed, then sat back down: "I had someone bring it to you."
Yan Nangui was delighted and sat on his lap: "I'll paint it for you after you put on the robe with the five-clawed golden dragon."
Shu Chengfeng hooked one arm around her waist, looking at her smiling face: "You like drawing me so much?"
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