Morbid pet

Chapter 29
Cheng'en Temple.

Little novice monk: "Abbot, there is a benefactor outside who gave the temple a lot of incense money."

The abbot smiled: "Amitabha, the almsgiver's wish, the Buddha heard."
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Stepping into Zhaofu, in the study.

Xie Zhao was holding a pitch-black brush, tracing something on the rice paper.

When he came back in the middle of the night, he stood at the door and reported loudly: "Master! I'm back."

Xie Zhao didn't even lift his eyelids, and said calmly: "Third watch, come in and talk."

San Geng walked up to Xie Zhao with a smile, and his eyes were attracted by the scrolls he wrote.

Vermilion lips, a nimble hump nose, and a pair of phoenix eyes with slightly opened red moles are extremely coquettish.

Midnight covered her mouth: "This, yes, Princess Changle?"

Xie Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, and continued to pick up the fine brush to adjust the details.

His piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all top-notch, but Xie Zhao seldom uses a brush now, most of the time he holds a knife, and his body has a rusty smell all year round. When he is with Changle, he is more particular and knows how to use dragon saliva. The fragrant incense covers the evil spirits on the body.

Xie Zhao drew the last stroke.

On the rice paper, a quirky red-clothed woman jumped out of the paper, there was almost something else, Xie Zhao thought to himself.

Third Geng frowned and said, "Your Highness's smile is too fake, right? How can she smile like that? Most of the time, I feel that the princess has a terrified expression."

"Hahahaha——" Xie Zhao picked up the pen to revise again, "Did you sum it up well in the third watch?"

Xie Zhao changed two more strokes, then rolled up the drawing paper and put it aside.

He leaned on the back of the chair and asked casually, "How is Zhao'an?"

In the middle of the night, he took a sip of the water handed over in the middle of the night, and told the story of the journey to Zhao'an endlessly.
Xie Zhao nodded to indicate that he understood, then waved away the crowd, and walked towards Changle's yard alone with the painted painting.

tuk tuk-

There was a knock on the door.

Changle is so sleepy that it takes three poles in the sun to wake up.

Now, squinting and hugging the quilt, she was lying comfortably on the bed.

Dian Cui came out from the door in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "My lord, Your Highness is still sleeping. Is there something wrong?"

Xie Zhaoyan said briefly: "It's okay, I just came to see her when I passed by, and I left after just one look."

Dian Cui turned sideways to let him go in, and Xie Zhao nodded and strode in.

The woman on the bed had a pretty face, one leg was exposed outside the quilt, she was sleeping on her back, she didn't look like a lady.

"Sleeping so dishonestly." Xie Zhao gently tucked her in the quilt, turned and left.

When she reached the door, she remembered something again, turned her toes, went back to the bed, pressed a kiss on her cheek lightly, and then pushed the door and left.

Chang Le on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the closed door.
She belatedly saw a piece of rice paper on the pillow next to her. She sat up, spread the rice paper to look at it, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.
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Hua San holds a large bouquet of pink and pink peach blossoms to see Changle.

Hua San smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed the beautifully packaged peach blossoms to Changle, his eyes still shining brightly, "Your Highness, don't you like peach blossoms the most? I searched all over the suburbs before I found the best one. That's a few good ones."

Chang Le is sitting in front of the peacock bronze mirror and doing her makeup. She wants to put a flower tin on it today, so she raises her head to look at Hua San, who is a little taller.

"Lord Huacheng, I am interested. I like peach blossoms very much! Thank you." Chang Le took the peach blossoms, held them in his arms, sniffed them carefully, and exclaimed: "It smells so good!"

She called the little maid: "Dian Cui, come, and put a peach blossom-shaped flower tin on my palace today."

Dian Cui quickly agreed: "Yes, Your Highness." She was rummaging through a pink mahogany box with her hands.

After a stick of incense.

Changle was dressed in a pink neon dress and feather coat, with a touch of peach blossom on her forehead, which made her more charming. She stood in front of the bronze mirror and turned her body from side to side, smiling very satisfied.

Hua San: "Your Highness, today is the Lantern Festival in Hua'an City, do you want to go for a walk?"

How can Changle miss these fun activities, "Let's go!"

Hua San tentatively asked, "Should I ask the prince to come with me? When I came here, I saw him discussing the issue of silk with the Jiangnan magistrate. The prince is very kind to Hua An. Originally, the 20 catties of raw silk that I would give him would be a gift. He insisted that the magistrate of Jiangnan discount us 20 taels of silver according to the market price."

"Oh? There is such a thing." Changle raised an eyebrow, "Call, Diancui, go and ask the prince to come and find Ben Gong to go out with him after he is done with work."

Dian Cui backed out with a smile: "Yes."

Chang Le squinted his eyes, and asked in doubt: "Did Xie Zhao give you ecstasy one by one? Why do you seem to like him more and more?"

Die Shi said in a low voice: "My lord is very nice, unlike the rumors in the market, the main thing is that my lord is sincere to you, we can all see that."

Changle Modi recalled the cold kiss in the morning and the Danqing at hand again, she couldn't help but curled up her lips, "That's how charming I am."

Die Shi began to whisper again: "Princess, haven't you noticed that you have changed a lot? Wherever you go, you used to be clamoring to play with flowers. Now you are very happy to enjoy the plain flowers with the prince. .”

Hua San wondered: "Die Shi, what do you mean by playing with flowers?" People from the countryside really don't understand.

"Ah, this." Die Shi was suddenly at a loss for words, "It's nothing, I made a mistake."

Chang Le didn't take it seriously, grabbed Hua San's waist and walked into the yard, "If you want to play flowers, you should go to the Nanfeng Pavilion, and find a young man to dance, play the piano and sing. It's very fun. Must play! Next time, when I come to Chang'an City, I will take you to spend a good time, and you will know."

"What?" Xie Zhao walked over with big strides, his expression as cold as ice in the cold spring, he gritted his teeth and said, "The young lady in Wangbei Tower is really haunting the princess."

Chang Le said coldly: "Bengong takes Hua San to go, it's not that Bengong wants to go!"

"Oh? You don't want to?" Xie Zhao looked at her with a half-smile, "Believe it or not, when you return to Chang'an City this time, the North Tower will disappear."

Chang Lexin, she really believes that Xie Zhao, this crazy critic, can really do it!

Her little face flushed from holding back, and she said bitterly: "You——fucking bully."

Xie Zhao took her into his arms and said softly, "It's just bullying others, so what can His Highness do?"

Xie Zhao's bewitching voice rang in Chang Le's ears: "Hey, don't look for anyone else, I'll give you whatever you want."

Changle: "Really?"

Xie Zhao: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

"Are you a gentleman?"

Xie Zhao held his belly and laughed hahaha, "I can be a gentleman once in a while."

　Thank you *occasional gentleman* Zhao

　　
　
(End of this chapter)