The cold snow lies on the remaining plum blossoms, and the sound of the piano tiles the sun.

Yihe Hall is located remotely and the snow has not melted.

The squeaking snow water was pedaling under his feet, listening to the crying sound of the piano, which made Bo Langjun feel the coldness of winter.

The inner court manager stepped forward and gently pulled the door knockout three times, then he took a step back and waited with his cuffs.

After a moment, a palace maid in green opened the courtyard door. She saw the inner court manager standing in front of the door, and shivered for a moment, then turned sideways and bowed to salute.

The head of the Inner Court asked Bo Langjun to come in, and then he followed suit.

It seems that the unpopular Mrs. Luo is in a bad situation!

Bo Langjun was thinking in his heart.

The snow on the bluestone road was swept to both sides, but there were still snow marks left.

Ice slids under the green glazed tiles.

The green grid door was gently pushed open by two maids who had climbed up from the ground under the instructions of the general manager.

The hall was dark and cold, with only two charcoal braziers and no warm walls.

A beautiful lady in plain robe was playing the piano. She didn't stop and seemed to care who was coming.

"Mrs. Luo! The uncle of the country came to ask!"

The head of the inner court only gave a little politeness.

Mrs. Luo was still playing her piano, never raising her head.

Bo Langjun used his hand to signal the inner court to retreat.

The door closed behind Bo Langjun.@*~~The room became even darker.

"This song is different from others! Could it be that the wife is missing an old friend from Jiangnan?"

Bo Langjun looked at Mrs. Luo's graceful posture of tying the strings with her slender fingers, and she knew that her piano skills were from the Jiangnan faction.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

Luo Jiaojiao raised her head and looked at Bo Langjun in front of her, with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

This King of Minyue has a keen eye for a beautiful woman. It is rare to see this beautiful woman in front of her with a sad face but excellent temperament.

"Madam must know what Bo is going to do."

Bo Langjun's eyes moved to Mrs. Luo's guqin.

It was a paulownia melody, but it was well-made and was of the best quality, but not a collection.

"I heard a little!"

Mrs. Luo's voice was very pleasant and very helpful.

"What do you think of Madam?"

Bo Langjun looked directly at Mrs. Luo with his eyes.

"It depends on people's hearts!"

Luo Jiaojiao slowly stood up and walked into the inner room.

Bo Langjun stood for a moment, then turned around and pushed the door out.

"This Mrs. Luo is very inhumane, so you have not neglected!"

The head of the inner court carefully followed Bo Langjun and asked questions.

"Where does the Fourth Prince live?"

"Feng Yayuan! Please move here with the uncle."

Bo Langjun walked along the direction pointed by the Nei Ting General Manager and saw a pond of duckweed.

Bypassing the pond and passing through the water pavilion, Bo Langjun saw a unique garden.

Outside the garden are bamboo forests.

The door of the garden is made of bamboo strips. The door is covered in a false sense and opened as soon as it is pushed.

Walking through the long wooden bridge, I came to a bamboo building.

"Report to the Fourth Prince, the uncle is here to visit!"

When Bo Langjun saw that the head of the inner court actually saluted the fourth prince in a surprisingly respectful manner.

"please!"

A sound of yue came from the bamboo building, which made people want to go in and see what kind of husband it is inside.

The bamboo house has good lighting, so the house is dry and refreshing.

Bo Langjun walked into the bamboo house and saw no one. He walked up the bamboo ladder and arrived at the second floor attic, his eyes lit up.

What a gentleman who is transcendent and transcends the world.

The fourth prince Chongran, wearing a long white robe and a black marten velvet cloak, stood in front of a hanging painting, examining the masterpiece he had just bought.

His long, thick hair was scattered, his expression was calm and pleasant, and his eyebrows looked like his mother.

"Come and help me see this painting!"

The fourth prince Chongran waved to Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, but walked up to look at the hanging one.

Painting.

The painting is a young girl who is extremely beautiful. It can be seen that the painter has a profound painting skills. Not only is the lines freely used, the colors are delicate, but the expressions of the characters are vividly depicted.

"I didn't expect that there was such a person with superb painting skills in Minyue!"

Bo Langjun sighed sincerely.

"Uncle Guo thinks that the beauty in this painting is really a good person?"

The fourth prince Chongran's eyes did not leave the beautiful lady in the painting.

"Bo also wants to meet such a beautiful woman for a while, so why not go there together?"

Bo Langjun was also attracted by the beautiful girl in the painting and wanted to see her true face.

"It's just my wish! Let's go and search now!"

The fourth prince Chongran pulled Bo Langjun's sleeve and walked towards the west gate of the palace.

Bo Langjun followed Chongran out of the West Palace Gate quietly.

There are crisscrossing fields and broad vision.

"There is a village over there called "Zi Luo". This painting was bought at a market there."

The fourth prince Chongran said as he walked, his expression was extremely natural.

"Can this fourth prince just addicted to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all day long?"

Bo Langjun was thinking a lot, but he felt something was wrong!

Although the winter in Nanyue is not cold, it is much colder at dusk. The fourth prince was just wearing a marten velvet cloak, and the robe on his body was not warm, but he was light and rosy in his face, without any coldness.

There is only one explanation for this situation. He is a person with internal cultivation!

Bo Langjun is not good at walking, so they walked for about half an hour before they arrived at Ziluo Village.

The market in Ziluo Village was very lively and did not stop because of dusk.

This is really a strange thing!

Bo Langjun thought to himself in private.

"This is the painting stall! Huh? Where did the seller go?"

The fourth prince Chongran looked around with confusion.

"What do you need?"

A veiled mansion came out of the shop in a white robe that was exactly the same as the fourth prince Chongran.

Bo Langjun only took a look and realized that she was the girl in the painting!

The girl approached and saluted Bo Langjun and the fourth prince slightly. Her clear eyes seemed to be covered with an indescribable mysterious mist.

"Are you the beauty in the painting?"

Chongran's voice was filled with surprise.

"Little girl, thank you for your good reputation! The two men still need that painting?"

The girl seemed a little shy and unconsciously took a step back.

"Mr. Bo wants to meet the painter!"

The words of Bo Langjun surprised Chongran! Didn’t he come to see the beauty? How did he change his mind?
To be continued...