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Chapter 241 The Legend of Zhen Huan Original Female Lead 24

Feeling Chu Huan's laughter, Yinzhen felt relieved.

Chu Huan stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile, waiting for his brush to dance on the paper.

Yinzhen felt her gaze and became inexplicably nervous. He picked up the paintbrush and focused his eyes on the rice paper, as if this could cover up his uneasiness.

At the same time, his calm kingly temperament also dimmed a little. Chu Hua, who was watching silently, felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

As the sun set in the west, the two of them were nearing the end of their painting. When Yinzhen finished his brushstrokes, a breeze blew by, blowing up Chuhua's scattered black hair. A hint of warmth flashed in his eyes. Although the scene was brief, it was deeply engraved in his heart.

He picked up the drawing paper and looked at his work, but his mind involuntarily drifted to the beauty beside him.

As the light and shadows changed, he asked softly, "Huan'er, what do you think of my painting?"

A breeze blew, causing the leaves to sway gently. Chu Huan stood under the tree, and the sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on her body.

She smiled slightly and looked down at the painting on the paper, feeling mixed emotions.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Seeing that she didn't say anything, Yinzhen asked softly, with a bit of uneasiness in his tone.

"I like it. It's very well drawn." Chu Hua gently unfolded the drawing paper, revealing the scroll inside.

"Huan'er, how does she compare to you in real life?" Yinzhen pointed at the woman in the painting and asked with a smile, a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Equally beautiful." Chu Huan smiled.

"Haha, really? That's great." Upon hearing this, Yinzhen's tension instantly dissipated, replaced by full joy.

"It's getting late, you should go back." Chu Huan looked at the sky and suggested.

"Huan'er, can you give up this painting and give it to me?" Yinzhen stared at Chu Huan with burning eyes, his tone pleading.

Chu Huan was slightly startled. She looked down at the painting in her hand. The woman in the painting had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and it was exactly herself.

He couldn't help but hug her tightly in his arms: "Huan'er, do you think my painting is not good enough? If so, I will practice diligently in the future. When I have achieved something, can you give me another painting? You and I will paint another one together."

His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of warmth, as if the future he expected was right before their eyes.

"That's not what I meant..." Chu Hua was moved by his actions and her tone softened a little.

"Then why don't you want to give me this painting?" he asked puzzledly.

"I just think this painting is so beautiful. If I give it to you, I will be so sad that I won't be able to eat." Chu Hua bit her lip and finally said what was in her mind.

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen burst out laughing, and his black eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

In the end, Yinzhen still insisted on taking the painting away.

"Huan'er, this painting is a reminder for me. If you can't bear to part with it, I'll come next time and we'll paint another one, but I must take this one."

His eyes were sincere, and the beauty in the painting seemed to have come alive on the paper, becoming the deepest impression in his heart.

Chu Hua looked at his determined expression and knew that it was useless to refuse further, so she sighed and said, "In that case, just take it."

She smiled slightly and shook her head helplessly. Old man, take it. Anyway, she won’t be the one suffering from lovesickness.

Yinzhen's eyes lit up, and his joy was revealed without any concealment: "Really?" he asked, with a childlike innocent smile on his face.

Chu Hua nodded and handed over the painting.

Yinzhen took the scroll and carefully smoothed out the creases on it, his movements gentle as if he was stroking some extremely precious treasure. He stared at the person in the painting, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"I have to go." After dealing with the scroll, Yinzhen stood up, glanced at Chuhuan, his tone full of reluctance.

"Okay." Chu Huan nodded, stood up, and watched him leave.

Yinzhen turned around, but his steps were hesitant.

He walked under some jujube trees, where the sunlight was mottled and the greenness of the jujubes could be faintly seen among the green leaves.

He stopped, looked back at Chu Hua, and said with a smile: "I will draw another picture for you some other day."

Chu Hua smiled in response, gently brushed her hair with her hand, and said calmly: "Okay, I look forward to it."

Their eyes met in the air, and although they didn't say anything, their affection was unspoken.

Yinzhen's back finally disappeared at the corner of the corridor. The shadow of the jujube tree became more and more swaying, and the breeze seemed to still carry the scent of their meeting.

When I returned to the palace, it was already late at night.

Yinzhen entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation from the back, not paying any attention to Concubine Hua who was still waiting at the door.

Yinzhen dismissed his attendants and walked into the study alone.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice, casting mottled silver light on the ground, and the quiet air is filled with the faint scent of ambergris.

He carefully unfolded the scroll. The woman in the painting had a charming smile and beautiful eyes. She was none other than Chu Huan, the woman he had been dreaming about.

He stared at Chu Hua in the painting, as if time had stood still.

Her voice, her smile, her every frown and every laugh were deeply engraved in his mind and could not be erased. This painting was not just a portrait, but also a pure land in his heart, carrying all his love and longing for Chu Hua.

"Su Peisheng, let Concubine Hua go back!"

"Whoo!"

Su Peisheng didn't even dare to imagine what expression Concubine Hua would have.

Okay, let him do this hard work that offends people...

"What did you say?!" Concubine Hua was so angry that she stood up from the bench.

Su Peisheng almost went deaf, but he still said it again respectfully.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor takes pity on your health and allows you to return to the palace to rest."

Concubine Hua was extremely angry. She knew that she had made the Emperor angry. She had waited at the gate of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity for an entire afternoon just to submit to the Emperor.

In the past, the emperor would have forgiven her.

Now he actually left her alone for the whole day, and in the end he didn't even want to see her.

It’s all the fault of that bitch Shen Meizhuang!

"Songzhi, let's go!"

Concubine Hua held back the tears in her eyes, held Songzhi's hand and walked out of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity gracefully.

Yinzhen in the inner hall had no idea of ​​all this. He gently stroked the scroll, and his fingertips seemed to touch Chu Huan's cheek, which was warm and delicate, causing an indescribable tenderness to surge in his heart.

He found the finest agarwood scroll and mounted it himself, and then ordered someone to bring an exquisite rosewood frame to embed the painting in.

After doing all this, Yinzhen placed the picture frame in a secret compartment under the imperial desk.

This way, Huan'er would not be exposed, and he could also see her immediately when he missed her.

He hoped to see Chu Hua every day and feel her presence as if she had never left.