From eunuch to emperor

Long Chen spent the night in the private house, spending good time with Xiu Niang.

With Long Chen's company, Xiu Niang's spirit obviously improved, her face became rosy, and the room was tidied up.

Long Chen and Xiu Niang cook together, eat together, and do things together. Xiu Niang is very happy and always has a smile on her face.

With a lover by his side, the spirit of the whole person is different.

After dinner, a brazier was burning in the bedroom, and Xiu Niang took out a box of paint and a brush in her hand.

"Husband, lie down and I will paint for you."

Xiu Niang was wearing a blue silk pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face.

Long Chen smiled and said, "The front or the back of the painting?"

Xiu Niang smiled and said, "No, I want to paint on my legs."

Long Chen took off his pajamas, and put his legs on Xiu Niang's body.

The embroiderer picked up the brush, dipped it in the paint, and slowly painted on Long Chen's legs.

Most of these pigments are made of medicinal materials, they are not toxic, and it is fine to paint them on the body.

Long Chen remembered reading a book that analyzed the short lifespan of many well-known Western painters. The reason is that the pigments of oil paintings are poisonous, and the toxin penetrates into the body over many years, and people die.

Traditional Chinese painting is different. Needless to say, ink painting, even the pigments are processed with medicinal materials and are non-toxic.

Several common colors are: azurite, ocher, cinnabar, rouge and other 12 kinds of pigments, most of which are some Chinese medicinal materials.

In traditional Chinese painting, painters use their colors, and doctors use their flavors. This is the difference between China and the West.

The night in early spring is a bit cold. Although there is a brazier in the room, the brush is dipped in paint, and it is still icy cold when it falls on my lap.

Still, it felt very comfortable.

The embroidered lady hugged Long Chen's leg, and carefully painted on the skin with a soft brush. Long Chen leaned on the pillow, enjoying the process.

After half an hour, Xiu Niang drew a picture of hundreds of flowers on Long Chen's lap.

"Husband, what do you think of my painting?"

The embroiderer put away the brush and admired her masterpiece.

Long Chen smiled and said: "I'm a big man, you can draw me a picture of hundreds of flowers."

"It's better to draw a dragon."

Xiu Niang smiled and said, "The dragon is only drawn by the emperor."

In ancient times, not everyone could draw a dragon. This idea was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Xiu Niang did not dare to draw it.

Long Chen said with a smile: "I will become emperor sooner or later, so what if I paint it?"

Xiu Niang thought Long Chen was joking, and said: "When my husband proclaims himself emperor, I will draw a dragon for him."

Long Chen smiled and said: "Okay, then I will draw a phoenix on your body, a two-headed phoenix, one head here, one head here."

Long Chen's hand touched Xiu Niang's pajamas, Xiu Niang giggled and said: "It's not bad, how can there be a phoenix with two heads."

Looking at the picture of hundreds of flowers on his lap, Long Chen lay down and said, "How can I wash off the picture of hundreds of flowers in such a cold day?"

The legs are covered with paintings, and it is a bit cold to take a shower at this time, and the hot water is not heated, which is a bit troublesome.

The embroiderer crawled over, giggled, and said, "The paints are all traditional Chinese medicine, they can be eaten, and you don't need to wash them."

Long Chen glanced at the Hundred Flowers Picture, and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Xiu Niang smiled and said: "Yes, I will eat."

After finishing speaking, Xiu Niang moved slowly and began to eat the Hundred Flowers Picture.

Long Chen closed his eyes, it felt comfortable.

...

the next morning.

The sound of birds chirping came from outside the window, Long Chen slowly opened his eyes, holding Xiuniang in his arms.

The black hair covered the ears, Long Chen lightly combed his hair, and found that there was still a trace of blue paint at the corner of Xiu Niang's mouth.

Last night, the embroiderer ate the picture of hundreds of flowers, and the corners of her mouth were stained with paint.

The light was dim at night, so I couldn't see clearly, and I found the corners of my mouth and lips still had color in the morning.

Long Chen gently wiped the corner of Xiu Niang's mouth with his hand.

The early spring is dry, and the paint sticks to the corners of the mouth, which is not easy to get rid of.

Looks like it's time to wash your face before you can wash it off.

Long Chen admired Xiu Niang's sleeping soundly, it was very beautiful.

Long Chen gently wiped the corner of his mouth again with his finger...Suddenly, Xiu Niang bit her finger as if she was dreaming, and then...

Xiu Niang is like a baby, who treats her fingers as food.

"Ok?"

Xiu Niang felt something was wrong in her dream, she opened her eyes and saw Long Chen laughing lewdly.

Only then did Xiuniang realize that what she ate in her dream was her fingers.

"Husband, you hate it!"

Xiu Niang was so ashamed that she beat Long Chen with her small fists.

"You are the bad guy. You did something bad, but it was my fault. You went too far."

Long Chen hugged Xiu Niang.

Xiu Niang refused to give up, and said: "It's not you, I eat Baihuatu, you insist on making me eat something else."

Long Chen said with a smile: "It's only a step away, it's just a matter of words."

Xiu Niang twisted Long Chen, picked up the clothes and put them on.

It was already bright, and Xiu Niang got up to cook.

Reluctantly, Long Chen got up from the warm bed, brought clothes and prepared to put them on.

When it's cold, the last thing you want to leave is the bed.

Picking up the clothes, Long Chen lowered his head but found that he was stained with dye.

Although Xiu Niang ate very carefully last night, there was still some color stuck to it.

"Xiu Niang, you haven't eaten carefully enough."

Long Chen showed it to Xiu Niang.

Xiu Niang glanced at it and said with a smile: "The oil lamp at night is too dim to see clearly."

"I'll boil hot water for you to take a bath."

Long Chen smiled and said: "Okay, you have to wash it too, look at the corners of your mouth."

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Xiniang looked carefully in the mirror, only to find that the corners of her mouth were stained with paint.

"it was all your fault."

Xiu Niang looked at Long Chen in the mirror, and threw the pot over again.

Long Chen went to the kitchen to boil hot water, and then carried the bucket into the bathroom.

Xiuniang's status was too special, Long Chen didn't dare to assign servants to her, and usually did all the work of eating by himself.

Long Chen came, so naturally Long Chen would do it.

For Xiu Niang, Long Chen always felt indebted.

When he needed company the most, Long Chen let Xiu Niang live alone.

After the hot water was ready, Long Chen carried Xiu Niang into the bathtub.

"Washing in pajamas?"

The embroidered lady soaked in the water.

Long Chen smiled and said: "Why not? It looks better this way."

Xiu Niang laughed and said, "It's fine if your husband likes it."

Long Chen washed Xiu Niang's face, and Xiu Niang washed Long Chen's legs.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Long Chen and Xiu Niang cooked the meal, it was already noon.

After lunch, Long Chen played around with Xiu Niang again.

Long Chen didn't come out of the house until Xiu Niang was completely full.

Walking on the street, Long Chen thought to himself: I didn't go back last night, what if Princess Chagang would say?

Of course, Emperor Luoxi may not come to Prince Wu's Mansion, but everything is just in case.

It would be safer to go to Mojie for a cup of tea.

Long Chence went to the Zhenfo Temple immediately, and Hongrui, the supervisor, came over to greet him with a smile.

"King Wu hasn't been here for a long time, I heard that he has been retreating in the mansion."

Hongrui personally leads the horse for Long Chen.

"Yes, I have been practicing in seclusion at home for a whole winter, and I just left the seclusion."

"Is Mojie here?"

Hongrui smiled and said, "Yes, King Wu please."

Hongrui gave the horse to a monk, and personally led Long Chen to the abbot's room.

Walking to the door, I saw little monk Xuanhui.

I haven't seen you for a few months, and this kid has grown a lot taller.

"Xuanhui, come here!"

Long Chen yelled coldly, Xuan Hui stopped when she saw Long Chen, her eyes sized up Long Chen, her expression hesitated, she turned around and was about to run.

Hongrui scolded: "Xuanhui, King Wu is calling you, come quickly!"

Xuan Hui had no choice but to turn around and walk over, with her bare head lowered, her hands not knowing where to put her eyes rolled up, she glanced at Long Chen with some fear, and then bowed: "See King Wu."

Long Chen touched Xuan Hui's bald head, and said: "You boy, run away if you see me now, will I eat you?"

Xuan Hui lowered her head and said, "No, the abbot has something to do for me."

Long Chen grabbed Xuan Hui by the collar, and said, "There's something wrong, come with me."

Holding Xuanhui in his arms, Long Chen entered Mojie's abbot's room.

There was a familiar scent of sandalwood, and Mojie was sitting in the room reading scriptures.