"Call him here." Wen Wenlan turned around and tidied up Zhou Mohuai's slightly messy clothes.

Soon, a palace servant led He Ruoxing to stand outside the pavilion. He Ruoxing saluted respectfully and responded gently and indifferently.

Zhou Mohuai looked at the sky. The three moments of Shen Shi had passed long ago. He Ruoxing had just arrived now. Zhou Mohuai couldn't help but worry about him. It was enough to punish him if he missed the emperor's summoning time.

While waiting to see Wen Wenlan's reaction, the palace maid who led He Ruoxing over handed over two paintings.

Buyu helped to unfold the paintings that the palace servants came in in front of Wen Wenlan, and it happened to be in front of Zhou Mohuai. As the fine silk spread out bit by bit, Zhou Mohuai's deep and calm eyes couldn't help but tremble.

In the middle of the picture, there is a simple octagonal pavilion, with a slanted background, with dead branches slanted, gray and monotonous. The originally boring painting is pointed out by a touch of lilac and orange powder close to each other in the octagonal pavilion. Looking closely, it is a man and a woman sitting opposite each other.

The woman has a slim figure and a beautiful face. She leans back and shows a beautiful line with her jade arms stretching out, her slender fingers slightly pick the chin of the man opposite, and her eyes are soft and affectionate.

"It turns out that you will have such affectionate eyes." The characters in the painting are delicately portrayed with spirit, and Wen Wenlan couldn't help but tsk, "I thought you had a bad look."

Zhou Mohuai understood that the painting was him and Wen Wenlan. The postures of the characters in the painting were exactly the same as their movements just now. If you guessed correctly, the other painting should also be the ones they should have painted, but I don’t know what the postures it was.

After thinking hard about it, Zhou Mohuai didn't think there was anything worthy of the picture in his posture just now. He didn't know why, but he always felt that his thoughts were strange.

What posture?

Zhou Mohuai recited it silently for three times in his heart and never found where the idea was strange. He just felt a burning look on his face in the cold outdoors.

Wen Wenlan was very satisfied with the effect of this painting. He had a hint of expectation in his indifferent eyes. He took another painting from the palace servant and opened it himself.

This painting changed its perspective. The Octagonal Pavilion was backed by a pool of clear water. The bleak winter scenery retreated to the distance. The blue sky above was particularly clean. However, the most eye-catching thing was the intimate touching lilac and orange powder in the Octagonal Pavilion.

The woman sat upright in her hand holding the book, with a serious expression. The man next to her stood up straight and her back was protecting the woman. The woman's attention stopped on the book from beginning to end, but the man's eyes never left the woman's body.

A domineering painting reveals a little warmth when you look at it carefully.

"Su Wen that the figures and figures of the painter of He's mansion are in good shape. Today, it seems that this is much more than that. He's so young, his future will be immeasurable. I'll accept these two paintings first. I'm very satisfied. I wonder if He's willing to enter the palace to be a court painter."

He Ruoxing, who was originally trembling and cautious, was stunned when he heard Wen Wenlan ask him if he was willing to be a court painter. This was completely different from the result he imagined. He originally thought that it was the luckiest thing for the emperor to let him go back without saying a word, and he actually praised him before he came to him.

The contrast between ideals and reality is so great that He Ruoxing couldn't react and forgot to reply.

"You go back and think about it first, I'm not in a hurry." Wen Wenlan was used to such shocked gazes, and he withdrew his gaze slightly, "Take Painter He down to receive the reward first."

The palace maid carried He Ruoxing, who could not recover from the sacredness, and continued.

"Take it and frame it, one is hung in Jinluan Hall, and the other is hung in Shadow Moon Hall."

Wen Wenlan liked these two paintings very much, and the others were relieved, so they sent Buyu to hang the two paintings himself.

"Do you like these two paintings?" Wen Wenlan held Zhou Mohuai's warm big hand and played with it between his fingers. The comfortable and soft temperature suddenly penetrated into his bones. He couldn't bear to let go. "It's not in vain that I've been talking nonsense here for so long, and I have read a few books."

Zhou Mohuai was ashamed. This woman ran out to blow the cold wind for a painting. Sure enough, the emperor was different from ordinary people.

Not only is he a high status, but he is even thicker than others and can withstand the wind.

"Zhou Mohuai, I know what you are thinking. I saw that this imperial garden was too monotonous, so I took you out to add color to my imperial garden."

Wen Wenlan's slightly joking voice came from his ears. Zhou Mohuai was stunned at first, and immediately realized that Wen Wenlan was talking about him.

"Your Majesty's way of praising people is unique." Zhou Mohuai sneered.

"Of course, I have always been very accurate in judging people." Wen Wenlan touched Zhou Mohuai's face, his tone was plain but he could always say something imaginative, "The person I am targeting cannot escape."

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Zhou Mohuai learned to talk back to His Majesty~

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