Chapter 330: Very reserved and simple

Zhao Ji's eyes were deep, making it difficult to see joy. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed again: "Thank you, Hong Fu, what's the reason?"

Chen Ao smiled and said how he used the inscription to get rid of trouble and slapped the face. Zhao Ji listened carefully and couldn't help laughing from time to time.

Yang Jian said on the side: "Young Master Chen is extremely smart and can always get rid of danger when encountering things. This is the first time that the Mid-Architect has heard of those things just now. It is really dangerous."

Chen Ao smiled and said, "If a good wife is not cooked without rice, she will not cook it. If it weren't for Wang Xianggong's inscriptions and paintings, Chen Ao would have to pretend to be a tiger's power. Who would believe it? Brother Wang wouldn't blame the students for using your name to cheat, right?"

Zhao Ji smiled and waved his hand: "I... If I encounter such a thing, I'm afraid I'll be like you. Mr. Chen is my friend, so don't mention the word "blame".

As he said that, Zhao Ji became serious and asked, "Does Mr. Chen have parents in the church?"

In this era, as a friend or elder, greeting parents is the right understanding. Chen Ao showed a little sadness and said quietly: "Chen Ao is alone, and there are no other relatives except his aunt."

Zhao Ji was a little embarrassed and then comforted him, "To be honest, we are distant relatives. Concubine Xian is Duke Qi's legitimate sister. Duke Qi is your uncle. It is really hard to predict what happened in the world. When he met Mr. Chen for the first time, who would have thought that today would be there?"

Zhao Ji had a certain sense of an artist, sighed and had a deep look. He only talked about Shen Ao, and never mentioned the palace examination just now.

Chen Ao also avoided talking about the palace examination. After talking all the way, Yang Jian carefully reminded: "It's time for the official family to have a meal."

Zhao Ji frowned and said unsatisfiedly: "Just bring a few side dishes and wine to the martial arts hall, and Mr. Shen and I have something to say."

Yang Jian hurriedly went down to instruct Chen Ao that something was buried in his heart, and he couldn't speak up, but these words were not easy to say in front of Zhao Ji. With a moment of hesitation, Zhao Ji saw this and asked, "Young Master Chen, what is the secret of being hidden."

Chen Ao smiled bitterly and said, "Students are wondering, since Mr. Wang is a friend of the student, why... why do you scold the student every time you pass a message to me? The student is very thin-skinned and is scolded by Mr. Wang, and he doesn't even have the intention to study."

Chen Ao finished speaking and looked at Zhao Ji, thinking darkly, "My buddy makes the words clear, so that when will you make another decree to curse people again, I'm not going to send another decree to curse people?" After finally receiving an imperial edict, he was scolded by someone with a scattered face. It's okay to curse, but he can't even retaliate. He has to stand attentive after being beaten. How can this be done in the world?

Zhao Ji showed some embarrassment, and then laughed: "Who told me to hear the news of you making trouble in the palace all day long? If I don't warn a few times, how can I teach you to restrain myself?"

Chen Ao was speechless, but Zhao Ji's explanation sounded completely kind to him.

Zhao Ji took out a few of his recent paintings to Chen Ao, and said, "I used to think about who the painter in the Duke Qi Mansion was. Now I finally understand that it was you, Chen Ao. Long before we met, you and I were still fighting and paintings. It was really interesting to think of it!" He smiled and immersed in his intentions at that time: "These paintings are my new works, come and take a look."

Both of them are at the level of masters. When it comes to calligraphy and painting, there are many resonances. Chen Ao first went to see a picture of Zhao Ji's crane induced by a picture. Zhao Ji's best is painting cranes. The crane in the painting spreads its wings and pulls its neck, flapping its wings and flying, and sings in the sky. The lines of the crane's body are smooth and natural. At a glance, he couldn't help but cheer: "What a picture of a picture of a picture of a crane!"

The characteristics of Zhao Ji's paintings are often applied with ink, and the painting style is smooth, and there is a feeling of floating and ecstasy. Chen Ao copied countless paintings, but he still couldn't help but applaud him for this sense of ethereality. He picked up his pen and said in a fascinating way: "Students wrote a poem for Brother Wang to cheer up Brother Wang's good paintings." After writing, he wrote a short line and said: "Soar ten thousand miles, come and go for thousands of years."

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Good words and good poems. They soared ten thousand miles and went for thousands of years. This sentence is exactly the same as the picture of the crane."

The two were having a great time chatting. The eunuch brought a few side dishes and fine wine. He sat in this empty hall and set up a table. The two sat opposite each other and drank a glass of fine wine. Zhao Ji said, "If you have time, I will take Mr. Chen to Wansui Mountain to see the cranes. How about you and I make a picture of white cranes facing the sky together?"

Chen Aohe agreed, and the topic was attracted to famous calligraphers from all ages. These two people knew each other well and judged each other, which was quite interesting.

After drinking and being hot, Zhao Ji suddenly said, "There is still a palace examination in the afternoon. I will take a nap first, so you don't have to leave the palace anymore. An Ning's condition has improved a little, so let Eunuch Yang take you to see her."

Chen Ao agreed and was about to leave the hall with Yang Jian, but Zhao Ji called him again and said, "Chen Qing, remember what I said, don't sing erotic lyrics."

"At this time, he called himself me again. He really turned his back on his face!" Chen Ao felt sorry for his heart, so he had to say helplessly: "Don't worry, your Majesty, the students will never dare to be arrogant." He went out in shame and saw that it was raining outside the palace. It turned out that it was raining. Now it was spring, and the drizzle fell at any time. Chen Ao and Zhao Ji had a great chat, not knowing that the weather outside had changed as soon as possible!

"Young Master Chen, the family is here to find an oil umbrella..." Yang Jian looked at the drizzle and said.

Chen Ao waved his hand: "No need, just walk in the rain is interesting." He took the lead in entering the rain. The drizzle drizzled on Shen Ao's hair and shoulders, bringing coolness. The fatigue brought by the palace examination was instantly dispelled. Chen Ao was refreshed and said to Yang Jian who followed in the rain: "Eunuch Yang, it turns out that this is the surprise you said!"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Isn't that true? Mr. Chen, the official family values ​​you very much! Who dares to be brothers and brothers with the official family? Mr. Chen is the only one!"

Chen Ao smiled. Looking back now, he seemed to be a little bit bold just now. After all, he is a modern person and does not have too much hierarchical concepts in his heart. Instead, he thinks that talking to Zhao Ji is the most normal thing. He is always a weak minister and a kneel is not normal.

He thought about it and saw that his green-clothed man's clothes were wet. He felt a little annoyed and said, "Even if this man's clothes are washed, it will be difficult to dry in such weather. Oh, it will be troublesome when parading. Eunuch Yang, can you help me borrow a new man's clothes to wear for me?"

Yang Jian said: "What parades on the street?"

Chen Ao said: "Didn't you say that you have passed the top scorer and you have to ride a horse to parade through the market? Hehe, to be honest, the student is still very easy to show off and have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Who said that the top scholar in the exam would be paraded? In the Song Dynasty, apart from asking the death row prisoners who were executed, I have never heard of anything that people would need to parade the streets."

When Chen Ao heard this, he was so ashamed that he stopped talking. The costume drama and TV series killed people, and his face was almost lost.

When we arrived at the back courtyard, the scenery suddenly changed. If the front hall was majestic and open, the back courtyard had a bit of elegance of Jiangnan. The pavilions and pavilions were faintly visible among the lush flowers and trees. There were many colorful paintings on the corridor, and there were palace maids passing by in groups. When they saw Chen Ao, they were slightly stunned. Then they chuckled and pursed their lips, with a little blush on their faces.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a man?" Chen Ao shouted in his heart, and then he thought, yes, they are palace maids, and they have been in the palace for many years. Apart from the emperor, they have never seen men. They have sinned, sinned. Why is my character getting worse and worse recently? The girls are all at the age of being like wolves and tigers. It is the time for fantasy and longing. If you occasionally come to a man, you will see what's wrong with it?

Chen aloud and kind-hearted, so when a palace maid comes over, he deliberately stops for a few seconds, secretly poses for you to observe, and teaches them enough to see.

Yang Jian took him to an attic, asking Chen Ao Haosheng to wait here, and went in to report it himself. After a while, he left the cabinet and said, "Young Master Chen, Emperor An Ning invites you in."

Chen Ao walked into the woman's boudoir. If someone else had changed to him, the princess' boudoir would never allow men to enter. However, Chen Ao's identity is different. He is a doctor, and the doctor has human rights.

"Young Master Chen." Princess An Ning's complexion improved a lot, her cheeks were much rosy, and she stood gracefully on the windowsill in front of the pavilion, under the hanging seven-string guqin, and smiled at Chen Aoyan.

Chen Ao boldly glanced at Princess Anning, and saw that although she was delicate and thin, she was very energetic, no longer as weak as before. Her face was covered with goose fat, her lips were like cherry blossoms, her eyebrows were like ink paintings, her spirit was like autumn water, her indescribable tenderness, her emerald green skirt, combined with the rain lines behind the windowsill, it looked particularly dazzling and fresh, just like rain hitting the green lotus, the mist was thin, the lonely mountain, the ethereal and light, and the smile made people feel indescribable.

"Please sit down, Mr. Chen."

Yang Jian moved a Jindun, sat down with a loud voice, and laughed: "The emperor's complexion has improved a lot, I guess the students' medicine is right."

"Well, I want to thank Mr. Chen, but the weather has been gloomy these days, and I can't help feeling a little gloomy!"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Emperor Ji has heard too much sad songs and is in a depressed mood." He said that An Ning's heart knot was too sad. An Ning's songs are also a person who loves songs. He keeps watching those sad and desolate songs and sings repeatedly every day. It would be strange if he could get cheerful.

An Ning smiled and said, "I am in a bad mood. Can Mr. Chen treat me?"

This is my friend. Chen Ao thought of Zhao Ji's warning and did not dare to sing songs for An Ning again. It is important to know that most of the musical tunes of the Mingyuan in his heart were filled with a little bit of love for men and women, and it would be a death to say it. He quickly shook his head and said seriously: "My heart disease requires medical treatment. The emperor might as well go out for more and talk to people more, and his mood will naturally be better."

An Ning's clear eyes looked at the rain lines outside the pane and couldn't help but say, "This rain is always endless. How should we go out if the weather is not good? Why not like this? Mr. Chen, just chat with me." She sat gently on the Jindun and looked at Chen Ao curiously. Seeing Chen Ao's appearance as an old monk sitting, she couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Chen, can't you relax?"

Chen Ao said with a tense face: "Di Ji, the student is a scholar, very reserved and pure, and he doesn't understand men and women. If you want to do this for chatting, please ask Eunuch Yang to do it for you."

Yang Jian stood aside, his eyes wide open. Emperor Ji asked you to chat, what are you talking about?

An Ning's face turned red and she spat with courage: "Young Master Chen's nonsense ability, An Ning has long heard of it. Please don't come to me and talk nonsense?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "Okay, the students will chat with Emperor Ji seriously later, but now, you have to listen to the students and let the students take their pulses to see how much their condition has improved."

An Ning stretched out her white forearm and said a little green: "Please ask Mr. Chen to examine her."

Chen Ao walked over and took her pulse. In fact, he didn't know much about taking the pulse yet. It was just that Zhao Ji asked him to visit the patient. If he didn't even have the procedure to take the pulse, he would just want to chat, so that Zhao Ji knew that he must have suspected that he had bad intentions again.

"I wonder if I am holding Brother Wang's daughter's hand now is a bad intention?" Chen Ao was secretly happy and put his hand on An Ning's wrist extremely seriously, looking mysterious, and then suddenly exclaimed.

An Ning said: "Why is Mr. Chen amazed?"

Chen Ao said: "The pulse of Emperor Ji is unfathomable. Please sit down and let me take a good look." He pinched An Ning's hand, felt the body temperature and silky smoothness, and gently raised his eyes and looked at An Ning. An Ning shyly hung her head, which was very moving.
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