Why is the prince always brooding

Yanqi Mountain looms in the misty rain.In the pavilion, the clothes of the two were slightly damp.The guards and servants huddled in another nearby pavilion.

The prince smiled and said: "The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is unique." The mood is light and at ease like this light rain.

The second young master patted his clothes, "Your Highness, do you want to paint?" Thinking of the hug just now, he felt a little embarrassed.The Second Young Master has grown up so much, and has never had such contact with anyone.

The prince said happily: "Huaiping really knows my heart." The urge to paint was like embracing him.

Er Shao paused, and said helplessly, "Your Highness's thoughts are written on his face."

"You wait here, I'll come as soon as I go." The prince ran to the guards and fetched a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones for painting. The guard said: "Be polite to him, this is the servant of the Second Young Master Chai."

The guards were all stunned, "Yes."

The prince ran twice, and the second young master frowned slightly, "Fortunately, the rain is not heavy."

"This light rain is quite comfortable." The prince carefully spread the silk, dipped in the ink, looked at the second young master who was free, "Huaiping help me grind the ink."

The Second Young Master replied with a funny face: "Yes, Your Highness."

Surrounded by silence, the young man in green shirt sat on the stone bench, studying ink while looking into the distance, recalling Mr. Han's teachings, feeling quite emotional in his heart.Young Master Xuanyi concentrates on painting, outlines and depicts, thick and light, as if he has a well-thought-out plan.

Breeze and rain, light clouds and light smoke, people are like immortals.

Besides, after the prince left, the guards over there stared at the boy with a complicated expression. The boy was cheering in his heart, but now he was worried again, "His Royal Highness said..."

One of the guards murmured, "Could it be that His Highness came to Zhaozhou just for Young Master Chai?"

The head guard swept over, "What nonsense are you talking about? Your Highness is here to paint! It's just that I ran into Mr. Chai Erzi by chance."

The guard said: "But I just remembered that His Highness asked his subordinates to investigate the whereabouts of the Second Young Master. The Young Master is in Zhaozhou, and His Highness has also come to Zhaozhou..."

The chief guard was shocked: "What! Your Highness actually sent you to investigate..."

The chief guard of the Eastern Palace felt sad. Could it be that he has fallen out of favor? He collected the poems written by the second son...

Wait, the chief guard felt that his IQ was not enough. His Highness said that it was Chai Wen who laughed at him for his ugly handwriting, so he held a grudge and wanted his poems to be severely criticized... It turned out that they were all excuses. His Highness obviously loved him since he was a child. I fell in love with the second son deeply... Now, the chief guard doesn't want to talk at all.

The guard was speechless: "Your Highness just pointed at a random person."

The servant interjected weakly, "Why is His Royal Highness investigating our young master?"

The guard said: "You don't have to worry about it, ordinary people can't guess what His Royal Highness is thinking."

Boy: "...obey."

Unknowingly, the rain stopped, and at dusk, the sunset glow in the sky was as bright as brocade.After finishing the last stroke, the prince looked at Er Shao and said with a smile, "The painting is finished."

Er Shao praised: "The picture of mountains, rivers, mist and rain is exquisite in structure, hazy in mood, fascinating and beautiful." Er Shao thought for a while, took the pen put down by the prince, and added a poem in the blank space.The prince doesn't understand poetry, but he also thinks this poem is very good, fresh and natural, calm and clear, which matches his painting very well.

The prince said happily: "Wonderful!" This is their first collaborative work.

Er Shao smiled and said, "Your Highness, it's getting late, let's go back."

The crown prince glanced at the sky, "I'm tired, otherwise let's rest in Zhaozhou tonight and leave tomorrow? You should have nothing else to do here except visit Han Jiao, right?"

The second young master shook his head and said, "That's what the prince said."

The prince smiled, "The second son is so easy to talk to?"

"After all, you are His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The prince's heart moved, and the eyebrow raised just now caught him.

When we arrived in the city, it was already late, there were few people in the city, and some shops were closed.At this time in the capital, there must be a constant stream of people coming and going.The guards had already scouted the road, arranged several carriages, and booked the inn.

After eating, they went into each room. The prince looked at the two rooms separated and felt a little regretful. It would be nice if he could share one room with him.

"Your Highness, see you tomorrow."

The prince was stunned and said, "Well, see you tomorrow."

It's over, he is so caught up in beauty that he can't extricate himself!Chai Wen is so gentle... The prince looked at the ink painting on the silk, smiled, and said softly, "How could this painting be without you and me?" Then he dipped in ink and added a few strokes, and outlined the embracing figure Come out and retouch to perfection.Finally, it is marked at the end that the painter is Lu Heng and the writer is Chai Wen.I wanted to get a seal, but I came in a hurry and forgot to bring the seal.

The prince looked at this painting, the most satisfying painting so far, and read Er Shao's poem several times in a low voice.The prince carefully closed the painting and put it under the pillow, the moonlight outside the window was as quiet as water.

The second young master in the next room was sleeping on the bed. It was late at night, but he still couldn't fall asleep. His mind was full of the painting with the prince in the afternoon, the details of the hug with the prince, and even the poem he wrote in one go. .It's okay to think about it, but I always can't help laughing.What happened to him?