The prince is very fierce. The shadow of the dragon scales. Chapter 7 of the painting. Xiankuishou Street is shrouded in the rain. The pavilions and towers are all foggy. There are more guards from the Xiao family, as well as wolf guards, etc. Occasionally, there are innocent people from the Jianghu who come to the gate and watch the "Qingkui" golden plaque written by the emperor from afar. The sound of praise and discussion sounds from time to time.

On the corner of the street outside the palace, Song Yufu hid next to a flower bed with a small umbrella. She looked at her from time to time, but she wanted to come to the door but was a little afraid.

Last time outside the Tai Chi Palace, she watched Xu Buling stand up with her own eyes and beat the enemy envoys in a celestial manner to kneel down and beg for mercy. In fact, she was so excited that Xu Buling was injured and had run over to see it. Unfortunately, she, a girl, could not walk around in the imperial city. Later, Xu Buling returned to the mansion and was not suitable to visit, so she had to wait here.

Song Yufu secretly observed outside the mansion for two days. The maids and imperial doctors who were entering and leaving gradually relaxed. They looked like their injuries had stabilized. It was logical that they could visit them, but they were a little embarrassed. After all, they were recuperating, so it was not good to interrupt them when they went in...

But……

Song Yufu was a little troubled when she thought about going to Yuelu Mountain.

Although Xu Buling promised to go and see when he was going, he couldn't say exactly when he would go. Just leave like this. If the seventies and eighties came here, she would not have to wait for death...

"If I had known, I wouldn't say 'There must be something wrong with Prince Xu', Crow's mouth..."

Song Yufu raised her hand and gently slapped her lips. She felt that she would wait a few more days and then she would make sure that Xu Buling was safe and sound before leaving. At that time, she would be blessed: "Crown Prince Xu will definitely return to Xiliang safely", so as not to be hated by Xu Buling.

Song Yufu waited outside the palace for a long time, but she didn't see Xu Buling's attitude, so she walked towards Zhuji Street in disappointment.

Last time, Xu Danqing showed his face in the imperial city, no one noticed Xu Buling's sudden appearance, but afterwards, many princes and princes reacted differently.

Countless literati, princess, and lady heroes began to look for Xu Danqing's whereabouts, with different purposes, and even those who were asked to paint, those who were drawn, those who were asked to be friends, those who were asked to be discussed, those who were made friends...

Xu Danqing's reputation as the "Painting Saint" was too big, so she wanted to leave Chang'an directly. But Song Yufu had to wait for someone if she didn't leave, so she couldn't leave alone, so she could only hide in the house carefully and not go out. There was a little movement in the alley and disappeared. It sounded quite pitiful...

Song Yufu carried a small umbrella through the streets and alleys, came to the outside of the courtyard of Zhuji Street and knocked, and said:

"Uncle Xu, it's me, no outsider."

The yard was quiet for a while, and a head appeared on the wall and glanced at it before the yard door opened.

Xu Danqing was careful and asked Song Yufu to come in quickly, and closed the courtyard door again, which made her have a headache:

"Yufu, I can't stay here anymore. Please pack up your things and leave earlier, otherwise I won't have to leave if my uncle is found..."

"Wait a few more days..."

Song Yufu smiled with a pursed lips, then ran to the main house, looking at a painting of paintings hanging on the easel that were drying.

Because the ink painting was just painted, the ink traces were still a little wet.

The painting is a man with peach blossom eyes and eyebrows are like sword tips. He is standing at the top of Tai Chi Palace with a long spear in his hand. His white clothes are swaying with the wind and rain, his body is as bright as pine and slim. His powerful pen tip fully demonstrates the momentum of a rider. At first glance, he looks like "all beings are ants, but I am a real immortal." But when he looks at it, he has a light cloud and a gentle wind. The faster the better, the better it looks, and he will not get tired of it no matter how you look.

"Aunt Lu..."

“…”

Mrs. Lu's face was still red, with sweat beads hanging on her forehead and staring at her big eyes, which was a little incredible.

Xu Buling saw Mrs. Lu's eyes, and then he knew that something must have happened when he was dreaming about touching the empress dowager. His face froze slightly, and he recovered in an instant:

"What's the matter?"

“…”

Mrs. Lu pursed her lips, unable to say anything. She was silent for a moment, then got up and looked normal, and smiled softly:
Chapter completed!