"Reporting to your Excellency, neither of them made any unusual moves."
"Okay, then we don't need to keep an eye on it anymore."
Bai Yuanshan nodded slightly, waved his hand to signal the informant to leave first, and then walked to the table to pick up a pen to write, but inadvertently glanced at the "longevity" character that Li Chang'an had asked him to write that day.
A hint of displeasure flashed in Bai Yuanshan's sharp eyes. He pulled out the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and slammed it heavily onto the ground.
Things have been unsettled in the capital again these past few days.
Because of his illness, Emperor Xingchang has not attended the morning court for the past few days. As a result, Feng Beichuan is enjoying some leisure time and is currently hiding in his study copying a painting, which he plans to take to Li Chang'an later.
To be honest, I've been missing that woman terribly since I last saw her a few days ago.
The painting that Feng Beichuan was copying was a picture of a woman appreciating flowers, but in his hands, the prototype of the woman in the painting became the person he longed for day and night.
Unlike the serene and gentle demeanor of the figure in the original painting, the Li Chang'an depicted by Feng Beichuan exudes a somewhat aloof and cold air, just like the real Li Chang'an, making him stand out among the clusters of flowers.
The study door suddenly opened, and Cang Yun slipped in, but Feng Beichuan was so engrossed in his painting that he didn't notice at all.
"Your Highness."
He had barely opened his mouth when Cang Yun was punched, causing him to wince in pain.
Cang Yun was somewhat confused and naturally felt unhappy, but when he looked up, he saw Feng Beichuan's expression of gritting his teeth.
The man was glaring at him with a dark expression, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. Whether from anger or from gripping the paper too tightly, his hand was trembling slightly.
Curious, I went over to take a look. The flowers and figures drawn on the paper were quite vivid, but for some reason, there was a patch of crimson paint on the woman's smooth forehead, about the size of a soybean, which looked quite unsightly.
"Does the woman in this painting have a beauty mark on her head? It's unique, but the mark is way too big..."
Although he wasn't good at these things, Cang Yun still seriously stroked his chin and commented on the painting. He didn't know that the little bit of red on it was accidentally added when he called out to Feng Beichuan, which startled the man's hand.
"Shut up!"
After several days of hard work being ruined, Feng Beichuan was furious with Cang Yun and only managed to utter two words after a long time.
Seeing Feng Beichuan's reaction, Cangyun couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly. He had only made a casual comment; there was no need to get so angry. He then thought that it was probably because his prince had a unique aesthetic sense, and if anyone was to blame, it was that his talent wasn't enough to appreciate it!
Thinking of this, Cang Yun couldn't help but shake his head, then said seriously, "There have been a lot of rumors circulating outside these past few days. Don't you think we should take action to resolve this?"
Feng Beichuan was already angry, and upon hearing this, his already furrowed brows deepened even further: "What's going on?"
"Ever since the incident involving Deputy General Sun, many rumors about you and Princess Chang'an have been circulating among the common people. I originally thought those rumors were so absurd that few people would believe them, but I didn't expect them to spread so much in the past few days. Not only are storytellers in teahouses telling them, but even actors are putting them on stage!"
After hearing this, Feng Beichuan was speechless. He never expected that he would become the main character on the stage after only a few days of not leaving the house!
"You deal with those who spread rumors!"
After casually remarking, Feng Beichuan picked up his incomplete painting again and felt heartbroken. He had originally planned to give the painting to Li Chang'an, but now it seemed that if he really sent it over, he would probably be ridiculed by that woman again.
Cang Yun wasn't in a hurry to leave. In fact, he had already sent people to secretly smash several opera stages before he returned. The reason he came back to report the matter to Feng Beichuan was just a routine matter.
Seeing his lord holding the painting with a conflicted yet reluctant expression, Cangyun became even more curious. He tilted his head and leaned closer, but after examining it carefully for a long time, he still felt that the red paint on the woman's forehead in the painting was really strange.
"In my opinion, it would be better to change this beauty mark into a floral design."
Cangyun thoughtfully offered his opinion. Although he didn't understand painting, he considered himself to have a decent sense of aesthetics. Such a large red dot on the forehead would make someone who didn't know better think it was a sore. It would be better to paint a flower on it to make the woman look more graceful.
This suggestion sparked Feng Beichuan's inspiration. He quickly dipped his brush in some paint, added a few more strokes to the red dot, and after finishing, he took a closer look and couldn't help but nod in praise: "Not bad..."
Seeing that his suggestion had been approved, Cangyun couldn't help but feel a little proud, and even wondered if he also had a talent for painting.
Just as he was smugly praising himself in his heart, he turned around and saw Feng Beichuan hurriedly packing up the painting and running out.
Heading straight for the General's Mansion, Feng Beichuan swaggered in as if he were entering his own home, carrying the meticulously crafted painting. Without waiting for a servant to announce his arrival, he began calling out Li Chang'an's name as he walked in.
Because of the ups and downs they had gone through together, Li Chang'an was no longer so averse to Feng Beichuan's harassment. When he heard the man call his name, he politely put down the military book in his hand and went out to meet the guest.
"I just drew a picture, what do you think?"
Feng Beichuan pulled his masterpiece out of his sleeve as if it were a treasure, and then waited expectantly for Li Chang'an's evaluation.
"Hmm, it's drawn quite well."
Li Chang glanced at it casually and nodded, clearly just going through the motions. Then he couldn't help but think to himself: This guy came all this way just to show me his painting? He must have had nothing better to do!
Seeing that the woman didn't understand the romantic scenes in his painting, Feng Beichuan was inevitably a little disappointed. However, upon further reflection, he felt somewhat comforted that Li Chang'an had at least praised his painting.
"If you like it, then I'll give it to you."
Feng Beichuan smiled and looked at the somewhat surprised woman beside him.
Li Chang'an couldn't help but feel annoyed. When did he say he liked someone? This man was too narcissistic!
However, although she thought this way, she didn't have the heart to discourage Feng Bei's confidence, and accepted the painting without saying a word.
Women really are all hypocrites!
Feng Beichuan couldn't help but chuckle to himself, feeling that the two of them seemed to be closer than before during this period. A strange feeling welled up in his heart, a feeling that seemed sweeter than honey.
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