Although Yixuan did not give timely help, she did not take any trouble at all. Therefore, she gave her the position of princess. If Gao Yunyun's future behavior is not as good as the princess, she could take back this glory at any time. So, before Gao Yunyun gave the ceremony, Empress Dowager Hui'an added icing on the cake and named her Princess Jinghe.

Not long after April, Ji Zishan started to clamor for a birthday gift.

"Big brother, when will you give me a gift?" Ji Zishan pulled His Majesty Ji Ziqing's dragon robe, and said with her face tilted with her eyes.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing was sweating heavily in the waterfall. The frequency of the fat sister asking for gifts was almost a special term for meeting greetings. He asked as soon as he met and asked as soon as he met. He felt numb and tired when asked. In this case, can he meet happily before the eighth day of the fifth month? "Sanfan, I haven't told you that my brother has not prepared the birthday gift you have given you yet."

"But I want a gift now." Ji Zishan hummed like a coquettish look with her little mouth pouted.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing squatted down helplessly and pinched the fat sister's cute nose: "Why don't that be like this? You tell your brother now, what gift do you want?" He came to Cining Palace early in the morning, but was blocked outside the Yihua Palace. "Tell me, what are you want now? Brother will bring you some fun first. When the big gift you have given you is ready, he will give it to you later. Is it OK?"

...This little ancestor who likes to receive gifts and plays with it, uh, seems to be spoiled by him.

"Well, then I'll think about it." Little Princess Ji Zishan replied bluntly.

You can think about it, but His Majesty Ji Ziqing stared at the fat sister's little claws and said in a weak tone: "...Fan you fan, can you tell your brother to come in first?" Liu Quanshun just finished singing. His Majesty arrived. The little sister rushed out like a wild horse and blocked him outside the hall door. When he stood high, the little sister pulled the corner of his robe and refused to let go. He squatted down, and then pulled his sleeves and stopped loose. Well, would he still call him to see his biological mother? "My mother is waiting for her brother inside."

"No hurry, no hurry. The queen mother got up late today. She is still combing her hair now. If you enter, you won't see the queen mother." Ji Zishan wouldn't say that Empress Dowager Hui'an would get up late, all of her was her trouble. She now snatched the emperor's arm, bent her beautiful big eyes, and said with a smile, "Brother, I thought of it, well, every year when I celebrate my birthday, the painter will paint me. I want you to paint for me this year..."

His Majesty Ji Ziqing nodded without thinking: "Okay, brother will help you draw this afternoon." After an afternoon, he squeezed a little, and he could still make up the whole piece.

"I want you to draw a hundred pictures for me!" Ji Zishan said with a smile.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing almost fell to the ground: "..."

If His Majesty Ji Ziqing is a time traveler, he is afraid he will be able to yell out immediately. Do you think painting is taking a photo? A picture is just a snap. The painting needs to be outlined in one line, and then add color bit by bit. The most basic standard for palace portraits is to restore the most realistic appearance of the person being painted. This exquisite painting will take at least two hours to write it carefully.

But what did he just hear?

Draw a hundred pictures!

This is no longer a lion's mouth, it's a group of lions going crazy.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing took two deep breaths before he maintained the expression on Jun's face: "Fan, do you know how many months a year it takes?"

"Twelve." Ji Zishan replied with a crisp voice.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing nodded and asked again: "How many days are there in a month?"

"Thirty days." Ji Zishan answered fluently again.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing asked last, "Then tell me, how many days are there in a year?" This ghost girl only has 360 days a year, but she asked herself to make 100 paintings in one breath. Is that something humans can do? It's not like repeating a sentence a hundred times, and just touching the words at will... Before His Majesty Ji Ziqing finished complaining about her stupid sister, she readily replied to three words, "I don't know!"

The princess Liu Quanshun, who was secretly glanced at His Majesty Ji Ziqing, was almost laughing in her stomach. Well, the little princess is really the nemesis of His Majesty. In the entire palace, there is only the little princess who can make His Majesty depressed and speechless to beat people but can't bear to beat them.

"...uh, fan, listen, there are 360 ​​days a year." His Majesty Ji Ziqing first spread common sense to her sister, and then explained gently, "Brother, I will calculate it for you. It is 360 days a year, but you want me to draw a hundred portraits for you. On average, my brother will draw you every four days..." Seeing the little sister's cute big eyes flashing, His Majesty Ji Ziqing bent her fingers and flicked her eyebrows, "You know, my brother is very busy every day, and sometimes he doesn't even have time to play with you, so how can he have so many portraits for you?"

Princess Ji Zishan pouted and said with a grievance: "It was my brother who asked me what gift I wanted just now. I just wanted you to paint it for me."

"Brother is either unwilling to draw for you, or the number is that, you have to reduce it a little." His Majesty Ji Ziqing said his true purpose, one hundred paintings, haha, if he draws one every year, he will draw it until he sleeps in the tomb, and he will probably still have to owe dozens of paintings.

Upon hearing this, Princess Ji Zishan raised a little finger and said with a smile: "Then subtract one, only ninety-nine pictures are drawn."

His Majesty Ji Ziqing wanted to vomit blood: "..." Is there any difference between ninety-nine and one hundred? "Fan, just a little less."

"Those ninety-eight pictures?" Little Princess Ji Zishan tilted her head and thought about it, and then reduced one for His Majesty Ji Ziqing.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing said silently: "A little less."

Holding the whisk, the father-in-law Liu Quanshun quietly listened to His Majesty Ji Ziqing's price reduction little by little.

"No more!" When Ji Ziqing's price was reduced to 88 bills, he was still unsatisfied. Princess Ji Zishan immediately stopped doing it, "Brother, you bully the child! You just asked me what I want now, I said, you regret it again, you have no faith! Ignore you, hum."

Seeing that the fat sister turned around and wanted to run away with her face tense, His Majesty Ji Ziqing quickly grabbed her, and her mind turned sharply, and she smiled and said, "Okay, okay, my brother promised you, but, my brother has a condition."

"What conditions?" Little Princess Ji Zishan said curiously.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing replied: "Fan, my brother is really busy. I can't draw 88 images for you at one time. In this way, there are four seasons a year, spring, summer, autumn and winter. From now on, my brother will draw you once every season until he finishes drawing 88 images. Do you think it's okay?" The scenery of the year is different, and the childhood silhouettes left for my sister are quite interesting when I think about it.

Master Liu Quanshun glanced at His Majesty's master with a faint look. He drew four portraits a year. If he wanted to finish eighty-eight pictures, it would take twenty-two years. The little princess would soon be five years old. In other words, when the princess was almost twenty-seven or eight years old, His Majesty's master could fulfill today's promise.

"There is no basis for empty words, so I have to write a document for me. My brother needs to write a document for me." Ji Zishan felt that the emperor's idea was quite fresh, so she raised her hand to His Majesty Ji Ziqing with her little face.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing slapped the fat sister's claws and sighed: "Okay!" Anyway, this is not the first time he has established a document for the fat sister.

"Then I'll go to grind the ink, brother will write it for me now!" Princess Ji Zishan hummed and pulled the emperor into Yihua Palace.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing, who was blocked by his own sister, said: "..." Are you willing to ask him to come in?

It was already early summer, and the scenery of the Imperial Garden was quite good. Ji Zishan was on the school holiday today, so she stepped on the dots in the Imperial Garden for a long time and finally decided to let His Majesty Ji Ziqing draw a painting of her playing on the swing. His Majesty Ji Ziqing, who had already moved the afternoon, naturally agreed happily. However, that afternoon, when His Majesty Ji Ziqing saw the two little heads sitting on the swing, he was deeply silent.

...The kids are so unfair to play cards.

"Brother, hurry up and draw." Princess Ji Zishan, who was playing in the swing, shouted to His Majesty Ji Ziqing, who was sitting at the table but was still writing after a while.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing silently picked up the brush: He had to finish painting what he promised even if he cried.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing also learned the elegant things like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when he was young. Although he didn't play with them often over the years, he was not unfamiliar with them. His Majesty Ji Ziqing originally thought that he would only paint for Fat Sister alone, but when it came to an end, Yuanbao's younger brother was pulled in by Fat Sister again. Faced with the sudden doubled project volume, especially when the two of them were wearing very colorful clothes, His Majesty Ji Ziqing was really a little depressed at first, but as he painted, the unexpected surprise disappeared.

He was forbearing and restrained in his childhood and never had any happy time to play around with, so he loved his younger brothers and girls, making them happy every day.

Seeing them growing up happily, the shortcomings of his childhood seemed to be filled little by little.
Chapter completed!