Chapter 430

When nanbaoyi wakes up, he hears the fragrance of green lotus in the tent.

She sat up with her forehead on her head. The bedroom was strange and exquisite, and the corners were clean.

She was in a trance.

This place

She seems to have been here.

Gu Chongshan pushed open the door and put the tray on the desk without expression

There was a bowl of rice porridge in the tray.

Nanbaoyi gradually remembered that this was Gu Chongshan's house in the west of Shengjing city.

In Shengjing, there are Liyuan opera houses and juggling stalls in Dongfu garden, while Xifu garden is a place where rich children buy private houses.

In a previous life, she followed Gu Chongshan out of the palace and went to the imperial palace for a banquet. Gu Chongshan praised the young girl holding the wine "as soft as a barbarian". When she left, the powerful minister chopped off the girl's hands and gave it to Gu Chongshan.

She was frightened, and it was late when she returned to the palace, so she was brought here by Gu Chongshan.

Now, she still has a lot of value. She doesn't think Gu Chongshan will kill her here.

There was a brand new big sleeve hanging from the wood.

She put on her big sleeves and sat down slowly to the table.

With a porcelain spoon stirred the porridge, she disliked: "I always only use gold spoon."

She tasted a small mouthful of rice porridge and refused to use it again. "I only eat bird's nest porridge. This kind of rice porridge is disgusted by the maid around me."

Gu Chongshan light way: "that you do not eat."

"Come on, what are you going to do with me?" Nanbao Yi put down the porcelain spoon, "Jiang Guifei must have given you the order to kill me, but you are reluctant to kill me. Do you want to use me to blackmail my second brother? Today is the day of the second brother's employment. You know, the south family is busy sorting out the bride price, and the second brother is busy eating wine, so they chose this day to hijack me. Nine thousand years old is a wonderful plan. "

Gu Chongshan stares at her and presses the corner of his lip with his hand.

Nan Baoyi hesitated.

This guy doesn't want to kiss her, does he?

Do you want to live a whole life again and take a fancy to her beauty and want her to be a palace maid?

She was on guard: "I was born to be a second brother's man, and my death was my second brother's death. I don't want to be your opposite palace maid. Nine thousand years old, please respect yourself. "

Gu Chongshan pursed his lips.

For a long time, he left in silence.

Nanbaoyi can't help but mutter: "it's a eunuch, but also greedy for beauty, who is ah!"

Muttering, she sat on the embroidered stool and wanted to make up for herself.

Looking at the bronze mirror, I saw two white rice grains on his lips.

"Nanbaoyi":.... "

What Gu Chongshan means by pressing the corners of his lips is to remind her of the grain of rice on her lips?

It's kind of embarrassing.

She finished the bowl of congee after washing.

For the time being, she doesn't have to worry about life and death, and she believes that her second brother will find her place sooner or later. Therefore, she wanders in Gu Chongshan's private house with the attitude of being content when she comes.

When she was in Jinguan City, she had a deal with Prince Chu Huainan.

He changed the route of the old emperor's return journey for her, and she explored Chongshan's past for him.

Nanbao clothes stand under the veranda.

There is a peach blossom in the small courtyard, which is tightly covered by red lacquer partition. This is Gu Chongshan's study.

According to the information provided by Chu Huainan, he once looked through the volume of the imperial palace. He only knew that Gu Chongshan entered the palace at the age of seven, and there was nothing left in the volume before and after.

He wants to know the secret of Gu Chongshan.

Nanbaoyi pondered for a long time, pushed the door and stepped into the study.

It was dusk, and the light was dim.

There was a furnace of agarwood burning in the room, bookshelves and piles of paper.

Nanbaoyi went through the bookshelf, scanned the ancient calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, and came to the deep of the study.

On the wall, there is a picture of camellia flowers in the Crane Road courtyard.

The crane Taoist temple in the painting is located on the hillside. The spring rain is patterning. The camellia flowers are elegant and the petals are like bowls. On rice paper, the quietness and splendor are perfectly integrated.

In the former Imperial Palace, Nan Baoyi followed Gu Chongshan. He also saw many famous ancient paintings.

However, this painting has a special style. She doesn't remember any master with such style.

And

She has never heard of the "crane Taoist temple".

As for camellia, it is very common in Nanyue, but it is the national flower of the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is the most favorite flower in the painting circle of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"Good looking?"

There was a quiet inquiry from behind.

Looking back at nanbaoyi, Gu Chongshan stood with his hands down, his posture cool and thin.

She had broken into his study and had no hope of hiding it from him.

So she nodded boldly: "good looking, did you draw it?"

Gu Chongshan looked at the painting scroll and said, "if I painted it, would you still think it looks good?"

"That's strange." Nan Baoyi said with a smile, "what's the relationship between a painting and the author?"

Finish saying, just slightly a Zheng.

She remembered.Because Gu Chongshan was a eunuch, he was not allowed to attend the elegant party in the palace.

Even if he can be called the top in instrumental music, even if he can be called a master in calligraphy, painting and seal cutting, eunuchs are eunuchs.

Those dignitaries respectfully called him 9000 years old, but privately thought that eunuchs were not worthy of touching elegant musical instruments and talking about music, chess, calligraphy and painting with others.

What they drew by their hands was dirty.

Nan Baoyi stares at Gu Chongshan hesitantly.

He was still looking at the painting, and her cold, dark eyes were full of emotions that she could not understand.

It is as if the crane Taoist temple in the painting was the place he had been dreaming about

Jinwu falls in the West.

The last glimmer of evening light disappeared from Gu Chongshan's clothes.

The little eunuchs came in, lit the glass lamps, and quietly retired.

The candle danced on his face.

After a long time, he turned to Nan Baoyi coldly, "the small kitchen is stewing the bird's nest porridge, and it will take half an hour for dinner."

"Oh."

Nanbaoyi's little voice.

As she watched Gu Chongshan leave the study, she could not help pinching the lace of Ru skirt.

The candle leaps.

She squatted in front of the bookshelf full of history books and searched for the annals of Nanyue.

Camellia is the national flower of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and Gu Chongshan appeared in Nanyue Palace at the age of seven.

Let's make a bold assumption that Gu Chongshan and the Northern Wei Dynasty are inextricably linked.

If you can find the history between the Northern Wei Dynasty and Nanyue 13 years ago, you may find some clues about Gu Chongshan.

She turned to the volume of 13 years ago and took a lantern and looked at it carefully.

Thirteen years ago, South Vietnam had a war with the Northern Wei Dynasty.

After the defeat of the Northern Wei Dynasty, two protons were sent.

There is no mention of the name and origin of the proton in the volume, only a cursory note, called the cold palace of proton confinement.

Nanbaoyi is more suspicious.

She also found the national records of the Northern Wei Dynasty compiled in recent years from the stack of books, and quickly turned to 13 years ago.

In that war, the Northern Wei Dynasty was defeated, and Gu Qin, a famous general of the Northern Wei Dynasty, was killed in the battlefield, and thousands of arrows pierced the heart.

In order to seek peace, the Northern Wei Dynasty sent the seven year old prince and his brother to Nanyue.

The seven year old prince

Camellia, Northern Wei Dynasty, seven years old, Gu Chongshan

Dark lines meet in the mind.

A terrible conjecture was born.

If it is as she thinks, then Gu Chongshan's red lips and white teeth give full play to the beauty of the world, his natural noble spirit in every move, and his talent in music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting

It seems that both can be explained.

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