Zhao Ziheng briskly brought in the pen and ink, and then spread a blank piece of paper.

Chen Ao grabbed the pen and smiled comfortably, "Ziheng, grind ink."

Zhao Ziheng pouted: "Why did you let me do it?"

Chen Ao showed off his pen at any time, and Zhao Ziheng immediately surrendered and said, "I'm afraid of you, a great painter."

Chen Ao carefully corrected her: "I'm wrong. He is a great painter with knowledge, knowledgeable, handsome and generous young and rich painter."

Zhao Ziheng smiled and said, "Are you still a great painter with a beautiful wife?"

Chen Ao faced her eyes and clearly felt a strange feeling in her eyes. He couldn't help but laugh and said awkwardly: "The princess really loves to joke. Compared with the official family, this painter is extremely ashamed."

Zhao Ziheng had the courage from somewhere, so she gently pinched Chen Ao's arm and said angrily: "Do you still want three thousand beauties in the harem? It's really hateful."

Chen Ao uttered a sigh of relief, and the pen in his hand couldn't catch it for a moment, and fell on the drawing paper. Zhao Ziheng was startled and hurriedly said, "What's wrong? Does it hurt very much?"

Chen Ao rubbed his forearm and smiled and said, "It hurts doesn't hurt, but it's just that I can't adapt. You used to always twist me like this, but at that time you didn't have that much strength."

Zhao Ziheng's face turned red, and she turned around and prevented Chen Ao from looking at her face: "Where is there, you are talking nonsense."

Chen Ao competed: "I'm not talking nonsense. At that time, you not only twisted me, but also fought with me every day. However, at that time, although it was noisy, it was unforgettable and it probably wouldn't happen again in the future."

Chen Ao sighed, grabbed the pen, dipped it ink, then stared at Zhao Ziheng who was thinking, and his eyes fell back to the paper, and he focused his writing. The pair of eyes gradually covered in dust in the turbidity became particularly clear at this moment, as if there was no Chen Lengzi from the martial arts school in the world, and no more ruthless Prince Penglai, only Chen Ao, a Chen Ao who painted. That hand was not fair in maintenance, but was extremely agile. As the eyes leaped, the white paper was dyed with color.

He suddenly sank his eyebrows, and the small wrinkles were slightly frowned at the middle of the eyebrows, and even the firm tip of his nose stretched a little, just like a naughty child, suddenly showing a sly look, then smiled, put on the long sleeves of the pen in one hand, pressed down the pen with the other hand, and dotted ink on the paper.

Sometimes he would take a deep breath, raise his chin slightly, and look at the branches of the trees that poked out from the wooden bed in the attic. The branches swayed in the wind and rustled. He couldn't help but chant: "The shadow of the tree is swaying and plump waist..." The words behind him were speechless. Zhao Ziheng opened his big eyes, and his dark pupils fell on the shadow of the tree with Chen Ao's eyes. He heard his nonsense, his pretty face flushed, and murmured in a low voice: "Compare me to a tree..." The next sentence stopped between his teeth, and did not reveal it, and his eyes fell on the serious and selfless face.

Zhao Ziheng vaguely remembered that when he was a young man, he also painted like this and was so serious. But at that time, she was only focused on how he wrote, how to layout, and how to use her meticulous thoughts to create a sense of layering from far and near. But today, she was a little absent-minded and always distracted. After reading the painting, she couldn't help but secretly look at the solemn appearance on Chen Ao's face. Sometimes she felt funny, and sometimes her thoughts flew away. When she came to her senses, there was a little strangeness on her bright red face.

After a while, the shadow of the tree slanted from the west to the east, and the bright sky gradually became dim. Chen Ao suddenly let out a sigh, straightened his waist, unconsciously wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeves, and sat on the bench behind him with his body.

Zhao Ziheng leaned over to see the painting. There was a beauty in the painting standing by a gurgling flowing water. Her slender waist was slightly raised and her hands were closed, as if she was about to lean over to scoop the water. She was as beautiful as a fairy.

"It doesn't look like me at all." Zhao Ziheng pouted, but the person in the painting was also beautiful, which made her lose her mind for a moment.

Chen Ao said beside him: "Princess, how about it?"

Zhao Ziheng said, "How come she looks like me? I obviously don't look like this. Although my eyebrows are similar, they look like my mother."

Chen Ao leaned over and looked at it, and couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, "If you don't say it, it's really true. Just wait a moment, it'll be like you later."

Later...

Zhao Ziheng obviously didn't believe it, so he continued to look at the painting. At this time, the ink traces were about to dry, and the wind outside the window poured in. The whole painting seemed to have not changed much. However, at this time, the eyes of the beauty in the painting gradually became thicker and thicker because of the wind. When Chen Ao finished the final touch, he seemed to have deliberately focused. The ink around gradually gathered in the depression, and when the air dried, it immediately became extremely heavy.

Zhao Ziheng was attracted by the eyes at once. The eyes were particularly dark, but they looked particularly bright. The depth of their eyes did not seem to be staring at the gurgling stream, as if they were staring at the river bank, and invisibly, a playful feeling appeared on the paper.

Zhao Ziheng said in surprise: "It looks like it now, it looks very much. Oh my God, it turns out that it will only look like it after it is dry."

Chen Ao smiled faintly and sighed. This painting method combines a street painting method in later generations. It is roughly the physical and chemical reaction that the whole painting was processed before, and after the air drying, the ink drips together to make the characters fuller. Chen Ao was the first to use it. This trick of carving and insects was just playing with people. It really couldn't be a place of elegance. If Zhao Ji saw it, he would probably beat his chest and stamp his feet and scold him.

But Zhao Ziheng's picture was fresh, but she was very happy. She looked around the painting carefully, shouted and laughed, and finally put the painting away carefully and treasured it, and then said happily with a happy look: "If you paint this time, it's not as beautiful as Sister An Ning, I will definitely not forgive you. Well, you have passed the test."

Chen Ao pretended to be surprised and said, "Is that so? I passed the test, I passed the test." This way, he was even happier than Fan Jin's passing.

Zhao Ziheng laughed and said, "You like to pretend the most. You just told you not to coax me like a child, I...I'm already grown up."

Chen Ao raised his face and looked left and right. When he looked at it, Zhao Ziheng was embarrassed to avoid Chen Ao's gaze and said, "What are you looking at?"

Chen Ao seriously said: "I have grown up and can get married. No wonder His Majesty said this yesterday, saying that your father was devoted to recruiting a son-in-law."

Zhao Ziheng said shyly: "Nonsense, I won't marry anyone, I will never marry for the rest of my life."

Chen Ao said, "How can this be done? If you don't marry, wouldn't such a delicate little beauty be useless?"

Zhao Ziheng raised her eyes, looked at Chen Ao, and asked with courage: "Then do you think Zhen Zhen is beautiful or me?"

Chen Ao thought to himself that women are really petty, and she still remembers Zhenzhen’s affairs.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ao said, "It will be more beautiful when you are not angry."

Zhao Ziheng was at a loss: "You talk nonsense, I won't be so angry, only when you mess with me."

Chen Ao smiled and suddenly realized that Zhao Ziheng, who used to be Zhao Ziheng, was no different from Zhao Ziheng now. He abandoned the disguise and was still the little girl who couldn't grow up.

At this time, when they heard the rustling footsteps outside, they were both shocked, took a step back, kept a distance, and then looked at each other tacitly, laughing.

Someone walked upstairs and said from a distance: "What are you laughing at? What's ridiculous?"

Zhao Zong walked up, with a stern face, frowned and said, "Why is there no one serving me? Where are the people?" The implication of this sentence is, why is there no one staring here? What should I do if the person surnamed Chen seduces my daughter!

Chen Ao said tactfully: "Cough cough... the painting is ready, I will say goodbye." After that, he took a step to leave, and Zhao Ziheng said stutteringly: "I'll give you it."

Zhao Zong stopped Zhao Ziheng and said with a bit of majesty: "What kind of morality is that? How can one send a lonely man and a widow? Daughter, even your father has read the Four Books of the Four Books, you should read the Four Books of the Women and understand some rules."

Zhao Ziheng said: "Isn't it possible to send it? Don't your friends also want to send it out when your father comes?"

Zhao Zong coughed, feeling that this majesty could not be pretended, so he had to say, "I will only teach you the principles of being a human being for you after a stick of incense."

Zhao Ziheng pulled Chen Ao's hand and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Zongru was stung by bees: "Hand, hand..."

Zhao Ziheng had already pulled Chen Ao away, and Chen Ao was still shouting: "King Jin, I'm sorry."

Zhao Zong shook his head and fell: "What kind of simplicity is it? What kind of simplicity is it?" After saying that, he sat down and saw a new painting in the painting tube. He immediately unfolded. When he saw the girl in the painting, he fell and sighed: "What kind of simplicity is it? What kind of simplicity is it..."

He sat down angrily, suddenly thought of something, and became calm and calm. He took out a book from his sleeve, shaking his head and reading it: "Don't deceive yourself. It's like a odor or a good lust, this is called self-humility. Therefore, a gentleman must be careful of his own will, but his intentions do not need to be as righteous as his heart, so he must be cautious in his own way..."

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Zhao Ziheng pulled Chen Ao to the door, letting go with a blushing face. Chen Ao smiled bitterly: "The King of Jin is so angry, as if he wants to eat me."

Zhao Ziheng said: "You...you dare not come next time?"

Chen Ao thought for a while and said, "What's there to dare?"

Zhao Ziheng raised her face and laughed, "My father will hit you."

Chen Ao said: "I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of being beaten."

Zhao Ziheng bit her lip and lowered her head and said, "Actually what my father said is right. We are lonely men and widows. It is always bad to meet like this. If I marry... I will never meet again in the future. At that time, will you miss me?"

Chen Ao smiled bitterly and said, "I miss someone else's wife, it seems that the etiquette is not tolerated..." Seeing that Zhao Ziheng was a little disappointed, he smiled and said, "I lied to you, Princess Qinghe wants me to forget it, but I can't forget it."

Zhao Ziheng blinked at him and said, "I will think of you too."

Chen Ao touched his nose and felt ashamed. Is this considered an adulterer? I just don’t know which tragic guy would be this girl’s husband.

Zhao Ziheng said: "Then let's make an appointment. Even if I get married, you must come to see me."

Chen Ao said: "How can this work? Your husband will be so angry that he will hang himself."

Zhao Ziheng said disdainfully: "No matter who he is, it's better if he dies."

Chen Ao couldn't help laughing again, staring at her playful face and said, "That's better you elope with me. I'll take you away secretly so that your husband can never find you again."

Zhao Ziheng thought for a while and said, "This will make people laugh at you."

Hey, she actually knew she would be made fun of?

Chen Ao smiled embarrassedly and said, "No matter what, Ziheng, you are the most unforgettable person in my life..." Chen Ao looked at her and finally continued quietly: "One."

But these two words are spoken softly and can be almost negligible.

"I will definitely remember you, remember you twist my hands, and remember you're threatening and tempting."

Zhao Ziheng shouted, "You are so revenge, I just pinched it gently." Then, "Okay, I will remember you too, remember you ask me to send flowers to Zhenzhen, remember you teased me."

Chen Aohe nodded and said, "Then I'll leave." After that, he turned out to the King of Jin's mansion, and felt a hazy joy in his heart. Many memories couldn't help but surge. At this time, reminiscing these memories made Chen Ao feel deeply warm.

The guard who had been waiting at the door for a long time had already brought the horse to Chen Ao. Chen Ao turned over and was about to leave. Later, Zhao Ziheng caught up and said, "I have something to say to you."

Chen Ao turned around and Zhao Ziheng was already panting under the horse, whispering: "If you have a chance, can you marry me? You are the only one who hates the least."

Chen Ao was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, I'm afraid there will be no chance again, how can there be a princess in the world? Is there any reason for the princess to get started together? When I report to the palace, I must have been opposed to this matter. Do I still want the face of the Tian family? But when I saw Zhao Ziheng's expectant look, I couldn't bear it and said with a forced smile: "If I have the chance, I will definitely marry you."

Zhao Ziheng smiled, a slight flushing tide, brushing her cheeks, and her cheeks were filled with radiance of light. Her clear eyes stared at him, as if she wanted to remember his words and his appearance, and said with a heavy emphasis: "Well, you are not allowed to cheat!"

Chen Ao was already walking further and further with the guards, but Zhao Ziheng was still standing at the doorman in a daze and was stunned for a moment.

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Chapter completed!