The second housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Office saw Qin Shou'an and Tang Wanrong face to face. Tang Wanrong's eyes were as cold as the remaining snow on the top of the mountain outside the city. He quickly sneered, turned and ran away.
Du Wei, the prime minister of the current dynasty, had a bluestone alley between his residence and Langya Prince's residence. The apricot blossoms in the backyards of the two houses could be seen intertwined with each other.
There are also all kinds of ivy, wisteria, and green radish branches that grow luxuriantly and climb up the wall in large swaths. When the flowers bloom, they fill the alleys. Flower-viewers coming and going can't tell whose flowers belong to whose family.
The second housekeeper's name was Fang Sande. He was slightly fat and breathless when he walked. He walked through the alley with his clothes, pushed aside the dew-stained vines, entered the house through a side door, and jogged all the way to the waterside pavilion in the backyard.
The shape of the waterside pavilion resembles a giant birdcage, with a large number of colorful enamels and colored glazes used on the top. The walls are pure white and elegant, and the broad floor-to-ceiling windows are filled with clear morning light.
The surrounding flowers are blooming brightly in the emerald green, surrounded by the sparkling lake, with water birds tapping the waves and swimming fish jumping, it is so beautiful.
"I...I'd like to express my gratitude to the Queen, Prince Langya is indeed as tall and straight as in the portrait, with a waist like a wolf-dog, an appearance comparable to that of an immortal king, legs as long as a crane, broad shoulders and narrow hips. He is a peerless handsome man."
Fang Sande replied through the dense pearl curtain. After speaking, he held his breath, bowed his head respectfully and stood with his hands tied. The dew on his hair was dripping wetly, and he did not dare to fix it at all.
A long scroll was thrown out from the door curtain and spread along the stone steps. On it was the portrait of Qin Shouan, the crown prince of Langya.
If he were here, he would be able to recognize it as the one he sent back to Prince Langya's Mansion on his eighteenth birthday.
"He really looks like this?"
"Yes...not to say exactly the same, but 90% similar."
"snort!"
A proud cold voice passed through the bead curtain, and there was deep dissatisfaction in his instructions.
It was like a bird that had just learned to sing high in the clouds. It chirped and sang, but it didn't get any response or praise from the other bird it liked. It opened its little mouth angrily and let out a long cry.
"How dare he look like someone else!" Que'er chirped, getting even more angry.
"..."
"Tell me more, did he come in?" Another soft voice said, as if the point of the matter was not what Qin Shouan looked like.
Fang Sande was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word. When he heard his lady's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly summarized the information he had gained from going around in circles early in the morning, watching in secret, and communicating with the ladies, and combined the actual situation on the scene, and finished the story in one piece.
"Go down."
Fang Sande took a few steps back, then turned around and left quickly.
A delicate white palm opened the bead curtain, picked up the portrait that had been thrown on the ground, and stared at the beautiful man with a flash of surprise in his eyes. It was Fang Duwei's youngest daughter Fang Zhimei.
"One day, two days, three days, four days..."
Fang Zhimei counted his fingers, "We have been waiting here for four days... Brother Shou'an must have been delayed on the road..."
"Who has been waiting for him for four days? It's you!"
Fang Zhimei glanced at the empress who seemed a little embarrassed, and then said: "He came back in a hurry, without making preparations, and he did not expect that the Tang family was eager to seize power. Such a response was already very decisive, but it was different from him.
Even when we were playing together when we were young, he was always good at making decisions on the spot and was not sloppy at all."
Speaking of her childhood, the Empress opened another picture, and there was a little boy with a round body on it, with his hands clenched in fists on his waist, his head held high and his chest high, quite arrogant and domineering as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
There are other people in the scroll, and the one standing in the corner is Fang Zhimei, the youngest who is standing on tiptoes to appear as tall as the others.
Fifty-six of the people in the painting are familiar to Fang Zhimei, except for the round little boy Qin Shou'an, who bends down and reaches out to touch his belly, with a face full of surprise and joy. The cute little girl is the queen in front of her.
Another little boy who occupies a prominent position in the painting and looks particularly arrogant and cold has become today's emperor.
The children scattered throughout the scrolls are not all children of dignitaries. Counting them here and there, there are actually as many as twenty or thirty. They have different postures and vivid expressions, bringing together the childishness and innocence of children. , the depiction is lifelike.
So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and some of these people are still in Longyin City, have been promoted to noble positions, and have inherited their family businesses.
Some are still playboys, indulging in drinking and sex all day long.
There are even more people who are traveling overseas with no news and their whereabouts are unknown. It is absolutely impossible to bring these people together to play again.
Thinking about the worries of these girls who forced themselves to express their sorrows in order to compose new poems, Fang Zhimei smiled faintly.
You must know that even the people gathering in this scroll are not a real scene, but her father Fang Duwei spent three months painting it as a birthday gift to the Queen.
"Young days are always blown away by the rain and the wind." The Queen seemed to be infected by Fang Zhimei's emotions. She pinched a cherry, but it fell to the ground.
Fang Zhimei was thinking about the intrigue in the house next door. From a personal emotional point of view, she hoped that Prince Langya, who was called "Brother Shou'an" when she was a child, would eventually win.
I took a look at the Queen. She was out of the palace to play, but she was casual and relaxed in the backyard of the private residence of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Her temples were slightly disheveled, adding a touch of charm to her laziness. Her soft shoulders could not hang her robe, revealing her clavicle groove filled with morning light.
Her chest is as elegant and majestic as the snow-capped mountains outside Longyin City, but her waist is extremely slender. Her long skirt slips off the jade bamboo shoots, which are slender and straight, and she steps on the cherry with her bare feet.
The two glistening toes crushed the cherry into fine pieces, and the sweet juice bloomed, dyeing the gaps between the white and fat toes a ripe bright red.
"My Majesty never thought that Brother Shou'an would turn into a handsome man like a green pine on the cliff. I'm afraid he never thought that my Majesty's eighteen transformations would already make the country and the city beautiful."
Fang Zhimei's eyes moved away from the Queen's bust, which was in a state of collapse. The Queen had really grown up.
"I am older, but he is younger."
There was a hint of rosiness and charm on the Queen's pink cheeks, "Look at him, he doesn't have a soft big belly at all now. He looks like those young masters who flirt with women in the flower streets and willow alleys and seduce women with their skin. .”
Fang Zhimei was a little suspicious of the shyness and charm in the Queen's eyes: You are the Queen now, do you still want to touch her soft belly like you did when you were a child?
I heard that fat men often attract such women with their big, soft bellies, and then the bumps of their bellies make the women fall in love with them... Well, Fang Zhimei has never experienced this, she only heard from those aunts in the streets. The sisters-in-law shared some of their experiences.
In short, the current Qin Shou'an's appearance will be more popular. Fang Zhimei turned his back to the queen, unfolded the latest picture, and looked at the unparalleled beauty. How could those similar young masters compare with him?
Thinking of the descriptions and descriptions of the wonderful usefulness of men by her aunts and sisters-in-law, Fang Zhimei also pinched a cherry and stuffed it into her mouth, but she didn't suck, suck, bite or chew, her mind was wandering, and her legs suddenly felt soft.
He sat down, faced the Queen's suspicious gaze, and quickly bit the cherry in his mouth, filling his mouth with sweetness.