Chapter Eighty-six You Must Hang on the Bed Head

  This remark left Han Caiwei speechless, and just as she didn't know what to do, there was a knock at the door: "Your Highness, Master, what's wrong? Do you need me to come in and serve?"

  Han Caiwei heard that it was Qiu Hua's voice, glanced at Li Xiuzhen and saw that he didn't react, so she quickly went to open the door: "Qiu Hua, come in and clean up! That was an accident, you can also clean up the table, I'm full!"

  Qiu Hua walked in and was startled, the room was a mess, the water basin had fallen to the ground, and water was spilled all over. Even if she was calm, she couldn't help but think that maybe the two people had just been fighting in the house? But looking at them, it didn't seem like it. Qiu Hua shook her head, really couldn't understand, so she simply stopped thinking about it and focused on cleaning up the bowls and dishes.

  Han Caiwei saw Li Xiuchun sit back down, she was temporarily safe again, and thought of another thing, so she asked Qiuhua: "Is Shuang'er's injury better?"

  Qiu Hua nodded: "I've given medicine to Shuang Er sister, she'll be fine soon."

  Han Caiwei pursed her lips, and secretly glanced at Li Xiuzhen. Seeing that he was still motionless, she said: "Your Highness, then I'll go with Qiu Hua to take a look at Shuang'er. Otherwise, I won't be at ease."

  Just as he reached the door, Li Xiù said: "Who allowed you to leave? The injuries of Shuāng ér will be taken care of by them, what are you going to do? Stay and attend to this king properly, I haven't finished speaking yet!"

  Han Caiwei was on the verge of tears, but Qiu Hua quickly gathered her things and left, closing the door behind her as usual.

  Han Caiwei cried with a sad face: "What do you want me to forgive you for?" They had already made up, admitted their mistakes, and explained everything clearly. What more did he want? She felt that her patience was wearing thin!

  Li Xiuxian slightly hooked his lips, picked up the draft on the table, and narrowed his eyes: "What do you say? The evidence is all laid out here! Although I believe you are using him, I don't have any ill intentions, but why did you want to take this draft away? For... nostalgia?"

  What he found detestable was that she had escaped without taking a single thing related to him, this seemingly clever but actually stupid woman! It really infuriated him!

  From his eyes, Han Caiwei read the dangerous message, she was more calm now, and pursed her lips: "Because it's originally a good-looking painting, unrelated to romance, just talking about this painting. As for seeing things and thinking of people, there's nothing good to think about, Shen Feibai likes the poetic and picturesque Han Caiwei from six years ago, not the current me!"

  Li Xiuzhen slightly raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on the painting draft. As soon as she thought that this was what she had drawn with deep emotions six years ago, she felt uncomfortable in her heart. However, at that time, he hadn't been moved by his emotions yet, and his understanding of this woman was limited to the legend of being proficient in all four arts: zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Nowadays, talking about losing memories, he actually liked the current lively and vibrant personality, which was quite different from her previous one. Sometimes, although she didn't have rules, those clever and strange ideas made him think that the current one was more likable.

  What Shen Feibai likes is the past, so this draft is an old thing, he doesn't need to care about it at all. He has much more than Shen Feibai, and at least this woman is still by his side.

  The hand holding the draft relaxed slightly, and a gentle ripple flowed at the bottom of his eyes: "Since it's an old thing, why keep it? Why not burn it?"

  Han Caiwei was taken aback, how did he start competing with an old painting?

  "It's useless to me, but it's very important for Shen Feibai. After all, it was a past love affair, and burning it would be a waste. Why not return it to him when there's an opportunity?" Knowing that Li Xiuchun would definitely object, she hastily added, "I promise I won't bother him again in the future, can you rest assured now?"

  Li Xiuzhen raised an eyebrow, put down the manuscript in his hand: "If you can, then you should also draw a picture for Ben Wang, just like this one, and then give it to Ben Wang to inscribe, and then hang it on your bed." Mian He Shanghe.

  Han Caiwei sighed and looked up at the sky: "Does the king really want me to paint?" Last time, the piano piece had already shocked everyone, was Li Xiuzhen not giving up yet?

  "Go ahead and draw," Li Xiuzhen thought of the last piano piece again, his heart skipped a beat, and he added another sentence, "It doesn't matter what you draw, as long as it's yours."

  She had never learned shorthand, couldn't sketch, was completely ignorant of oil painting, and had a mysterious reverence for ink wash painting. She could only write with a pen and pose with a brush. Li Xiuzhen said that people like her who painted were no different from pigs climbing trees.

  She watched the noble king personally grind ink for her, she couldn't help but paint, holding a brush and propping up her chin to think for half a day, then looked at Li Xiuzhen again, sighed, grabbed the brush and drew a small round head on the paper, then painted simple nose eyes, hooked ears, then body, two arms, two long legs, finally painted a coat on the body, three buttons, a simple little man was born, she only knew kindergarten painting methods, and using a brush to paint made it even more childish and ridiculous.

  She raised her eyes and took a glance at Li Xiuzhen's face, which didn't look very good. She blinked her eyes, then wrote a "wang" character on the little man's forehead, drew a cloud, a house, and a road, and thus, a painting was completed.

  Han Caiwei blew dry the ink on the painting and handed the brush to Li Xiuzhen, smiling: "Okay, write the inscription!"

  Li Xiuzhen looked at the painting, his mouth twitching: "Han Caimei, where did you see that this was painted by me?"

  "Oh, you still don't get it?" Han Caiwei started explaining, "This painting is great, look, blue sky and white clouds, you're out for a spring outing, see the grass? Hehe! The three buttons mean you're third in line, the 'king' character on your head means you're a prince, this house represents your estate! You're an excellent rich and handsome man! This painting is better than Shen Feibai's, it contains so much information!"

  Li Xiuxian took a deep breath, just because there is a "Wang" on top of his head, does that mean he's a prince? What kind of logic is this? If so, shouldn't the Emperor have a "Huang" character on top of his head?

  To say that in this world only tigers can have a "king" on their heads, is this woman implying that he is as ferocious as a tiger?

  Li Xiuzhen suppressed the urge to grab Hua Caixi and teach her a lesson, picked up his brush and with just a few strokes, drew a rabbit being lifted by its ears in the palm of the small figure's hand. Although it was only a few strokes, it captured the wild nature of the rabbit, but no matter how hard the rabbit struggled, it couldn't escape the feeling of being trapped in the small figure's palm.

  Tigers go well with rabbits.

  Then he wrote another sentence next to it: "Hand in hand with you, growing old together."

  Putting down his brush, Li Xiuzhen smiled at Han Caibei: "You have to mount this for me and hang it above the bed."