Da Han Yan Hua Twelve Painting Screen [Additional Vote for Pink Ticket]

  Zhang Yan wanted to go to the main hall, but didn't expect that as soon as she walked past the corner gate, she was blocked by a young servant in green clothes.

  "This is Zhang's wife." The middle-aged butler walked over with a smile and introduced, "The master's relatives are also half the master, they should be recognized, don't make mistakes again next time."

  Zhang Yan stuck out her tongue and followed the housekeeper into the main hall, laughing and calling out "Uncle".

  "Wow, so soon!" On the main hall, Liu Ying had already changed into a casual robe and was setting up a jade stone chessboard on the table, smiling and saying, "Just in time, Ah Yan, are you used to drinking tea? - I just ordered someone to brew some tea, why don't you try some too?"

  "Alright." Zhang Yan's eyes lit up as she knelt down beside him on the couch, "There isn't any tea in the Pepper Chamber either, I really want to have a taste."

  Liu Ying smiled, "The Empress Dowager doesn't like drinking tea, so it's never been prepared in the Pepper Chamber."

  "Your Highness," Long Xiang brought in a lacquered tray and placed it on the edge of the desk. He lifted the lid of the silver tea holder, and for a moment, hot air rose and the fragrance of tea wafted out.

  "Is this really tea congee?" Zhang Yan stirred the so-called tripod tea with a copper spoon, feeling very disappointed.

  In the copper cauldron, tea porridge is still boiling, with a few brown tea leaves scattered in between, as well as millet, ginger, and Sichuan pepper, all sorts of strange things bubbling together in one pot. Where's her bright green and clear tea soup? Where's the refreshing and distant tea fragrance?

  Zhang Yan was almost in tears.

  I curse this damned benighted era, without trousers, without face cream, without paper, without grapes, without peppers, without stir-fries, and even without the tea I love to drink.

  Why did I end up coming to this place?

  "Isn't tea just like this?" Liu Xian smiled and instructed Zhang Yang to fill a bowl and place it in front of Zhang Yan's dining table, "Try some."

  She forced herself to scoop up a spoonful and bring it to her mouth, but after just one taste, she put it down.

  Perhaps the taste of this tea porridge is not difficult to drink, but the inherent psychological barrier makes her unwilling to accept such a porridge that is also called tea. She has always disliked impure things, tea is tea, millet porridge is millet porridge, and if you force them together, the flavor of both will be reduced.

  "I don't want tea anymore, I want to drink wine." She said in a huff.

  Let's get drunk today and let her dream of a hometown that can't be returned in intoxication.

  "Ah Yan," Liu Ying looked somewhat embarrassed, "it's not good for kids to drink alcohol, is it?"

  "What's wrong?" Zhang Yan suddenly became bold and grasped his front lapel, coquettishly saying, "It's just a few jars of wine, isn't it?"

  Liu Ying was startled by her, but actually he didn't think it was a big deal for kids to drink wine. He himself had snuck into his grandfather's cellar with his cousins when he was five or six years old and got drunk. But Ah Yan was a girl after all, and her parents were still living in their own house - "Ah Yan," he pulled his niece over and whispered, "Let's make a deal, I'll get you a jar of wine, but don't tell your parents."

  "Hmm." Zhang Yan nodded heavily.

  Tattling is a behavior unbefitting of a daughter from a good family.

  Liu Ying immediately turned around and ordered the butler to bring wine.

  The wine was poured into the bowl, but it was turbid due to the mixture of wine lees. Is this wine or wine lees? Zhang Yan muttered to herself, drinking hastily and fiercely.

  "A Yan, slow down." Liu Ying called out to her.

  She forgot again that she was only six years old, Zhang Yan thought dazedly. Originally, she thought that with this kind of liquor, she could drink ten or twenty kilograms without changing color, but in fact, the person's shadow in front of her had already started to sway.

  Zhang Yan let out a snore and fell asleep on the desk.

  "This child," she vaguely heard her uncle's worried voice, "I even specially asked the butler to bring the thinnest wine, and he got drunk like this after just a few sips. How am I going to explain this to his sister later?"

  "Your Highness doesn't have to worry," Chang Jing said with a gentle smile, "Let Xiaoweng sleep off the wine and change into new clothes later, that's all."

  "It's probably for the best." Liu Ying picked her up, walked around the screen, and placed her on the sandalwood couch, then covered her with a quilt.

  Zhang Yan fell asleep on the sandalwood couch, the fragrance of the screen and the purple bamboo curtains fluttering in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound. The color of her eyes was a pale green, like the shade of the canopy and the parrot's perch. Her long black hair spread out at the edge of the pillow, entwining the room with the fragrance of the grass...

  In what seemed like a dream, she heard someone speaking:

  "Brother, you're so late! You owe me a drink. I've been waiting for our next game for ages!"

  The young man's loud voice, "Very well, Roku will take the punishment."

  Knock knock knock knock.

  "Clang," the jade stone piece fell with a sound of expectation, "Big Brother, how will you fare in this game of Go?"

  "Don't mention it." Lü Lu's voice was full of regret, "Those four old men, no matter how I persuaded them, refused to come. Otherwise, Your Highness, I'll send some people to tie them up and bring them back."

  "Inappropriate," Liu Ying shook her head and said, "The meaning of the Marquis is that if the four elders of Shangshan are not in harmony with the people's hearts, then even if they try to force it, they will not be able to achieve their goal."

  "What's to be done?"

  "Clack", "slap", "clack", "slap"... The chess pieces fell onto the board. After a long while, Liu Ying said, "I think... I'll personally go invite them."

  "This——" The man's voice changed from surprise to calmness. "It's also a good method. However, Your Highness is leaving Chang'an?"

  Liu Ying smiled slightly, "If Father Emperor can go several days without attending court, I, the crown prince, can't take a few days off?"

  "All right, Your Highness should discuss it carefully with Her Majesty the Empress."

  "Nature."

  Zhang Yan made an effort to open her eyes and look outside, but the first thing she saw was an old man and a young boy playing liubo, which gave her quite a fright. Only afterwards did she realize that it was just a painted screen placed several zhang away. However, the two people depicted on the screen were so lifelike and vividly drawn that, with her drunken eyes blurry, she had mistaken them for real people.

  Liu Ying came around from behind the screen, followed by Chang Jing holding a bundle of clean clothes, smiled and said with warm eyes, "Awake?"

  "Hmm," Zhang Yan sat up, rubbed her eyes, and pointed at the screen, "This painting is really good."

  Liu Ying glanced over and smiled, "The painting screen painted by Yan Yin Gongzi is also a masterpiece in Chang'an. The natural scenery is painted very well."

  "Is this the 'Yan Yigongzi'?" Zhang Yan walked down from the couch and came to the screen, carefully examining it. Indeed, on the upper left corner of the painting, there was a small vermilion seal with a tiny seal character engraved on it.

  "Who is he?" Zhang Yan asked casually as she walked alongside him.

  "Yan Yigong's son Zhang Xie, the youngest son of Liu Hou, is the most outstanding young man in Chang'an. He excels in both literature and art. Don't you want to go take a bath and change your clothes? Do you want to be scolded by your mother when you get back?"

  "Alright? Alright, alright, I'm going."

  On the third day after giving birth to a child, an imperial edict with the "Emperor's Seal" was sent to Zhang's residence in Fangli, stripping Zhang Ao of his position as King of Zhao and demoting him to Marquis of Xuanping, with a fief in Xuanping County. Due to the close relationship between the Empress and her mother, Zhang Ao was allowed to live permanently in Chang'an and a new residence for the Marquis of Xuanping was built outside the west gate of Changle Palace in Shangguanli.

  Zhang Ao calmly received the imperial edict and then locked himself in his room. An hour later, he came out again. "From now on," he said, "there will be no more King Zhao of Zhang."

  Perhaps it was really because of the innocent deprivation of Zhang Ao's royal position, Liu Bang had a guilty conscience. The construction of the Xuanpinghou Mansion was supervised by the Shao Fu Da Jiang, and the mansion was built with great extravagance, with lakes dug and mountains filled, carved railings and painted pavilions, all at enormous expense. Zhang Ao pretended not to know, silently moved out of the Crown Prince's outer mansion, brought his mother Zhu Shi to his side, and sent someone to Handan to pick up his concubine and two illegitimate sons.

  Zhang Yan then learned that her father had three concubines and she also had two younger half-brothers.

  It wasn't that she had just found out, but rather that previously in Chang'an, Zhang Ao only had Lu Yuan and his pair of children, and Zhang Yan subconsciously pretended not to know. Now, everything was right before her eyes, and she could no longer ignore it.

  She sat down in the palace pavilion, looking up at her younger brother Zhang Yan in her mother's arms. The day the imperial edict came down was also the day of Zhang Yan's naming ceremony, and Zhang Ao named his son Yan.

  Lowering the flag and stopping the drum.

  Is this not representative of his silent protest?

  The birth of Zhang Wei has already made Zhang Yan feel a sense of crisis, let alone knowing the complicated family relationships at home. Zhang Yan frowned again, denouncing this damn feudal society with its polygamous system.

  Once again standing on the PK field.

  My mood is really weird and strange.

  Some people in the group say don't mention the wind blowing gently.

  Then I won't say anything.

  But I still want to say: PK is really awesome.

  February 1st noon PK starts, February PK, decides on double updates for the first three days.

  Then, add more clauses: the first addition is at one thousand points, and then every seven hundred points.

  Originally wanted to raise the threshold higher, but was scared back by January's PK.

  So, sincerely seeking pink votes. For those who are confused about operating pink votes, please refer to the relevant works for full contact with pink votes.

  Pink February 1st.