Chapter 430: Gu Chongshan's life experience

When Nan Baoyi woke up, she heard a light green lotus fragrance in her tent.
She sat up with her forehead, her bedroom strange and delicate, and the corners and corners were clean.
She was in a trance.
This place...
She seems to have been here.
Gu Chongshan opened the door and put the tray on the table blankly, "Wake up?"
There is a bowl of white rice porridge on the tray.
Nan Baoyi gradually remembered that this was Gu Chongshan's house in Xifu Garden, Shengjing City.
Shengjing City’s Dongfuyuan is home to Liyuan theater and juggling stalls, while Xifuyuan is a place where wealthy children buy private houses.
In her previous life, she followed Gu Chongshan out of the palace to attend a banquet in the Imperial Palace. Gu Chongshan praised the girl holding the wine as "hands like a soft barbarian". When leaving, the power minister chopped the girl's hands and gave it to Gu Chongshan.
She was frightened, and when it was too late when she returned to the palace, she was brought here by Gu Chongshan.
But now, she still has a lot of use value, and she doesn't think Gu Chongshan will kill her here.
A new big sleeve hung on Mu Shi.
She put on her big sleeves and sat down slowly by the table.
Stirring the porridge with a porcelain spoon, she disliked it: "I only use a golden spoon in my daily life."
She took a sip of the porridge and refused to use it again. "I only eat bird's nest porridge every day. This kind of clear rice porridge is disgusting even for the maid beside me."
Gu Chongshan said lightly: "Then don't eat."
"Let's talk, what do you catch me for?" Nan Baoyi put down the porcelain spoon, "Concubine Jiang must have given you the order to kill me, but you are reluctant to kill. Do you want to use me to blackmail the second brother? On the day when my elder brother was hired, you know that the Nan family was busy organizing the offer, and the second elder brother and the others were busy eating wine, so they deliberately picked this day to kidnap me. The nine thousand-year-old is really a brilliant plan."
Gu Chongshan stared at her and pressed the corners of his lips with his hands.
Nan Baoyi hesitated.
Isn't this guy wanting to kiss her?
Is it true that the nine-thousand-year-old took a fancy to her beauty and wanted her to be an opposing palace girl?
She warned: "I was born to be the second elder brother's person, and died is the second elder brother's dead person. I don't want to be your opposing maid. Please respect yourself when you are nine thousand years old."
Gu Chongshan pursed his lips.
After a long while, he left in silence.
Nan Baoyi couldn't help but muttered, "He's obviously an eunuch, and he still covets beauty, who is it!"
Muttering, she sat on the embroidered stool and wanted to dress herself.
Looking at the bronze mirror, he saw two white rice grains on the corners of his lips.
Nan Baoyi: "..."
Gu Chongshan pressed the corner of his lips to remind her of rice grains?
It's embarrassing.
After freshening up, she still ran out of the bowl of porridge.
There is no need to worry about life and death for the time being, and I believe that my second brother will find here sooner or later, so she wanders in Gu Chongshan's private house with the mentality of being at ease.
When in Jinguancheng, she had a deal with the prince Chu Huainan.
He changed the route of the old emperor's return journey for her, and she investigated Gu Chongshan's past for him.
Nan Baoyi stood under the gallery.
There is a peach blossom in the small courtyard, which is covered by red lacquer fans. This is Gu Chongshan's study.
According to the information provided by Chu Huainan, he had read the scrolls in the palace, and only knew that Gu Chongshan entered the palace at the age of seven. Before and after, the volume was blank.
He wanted to know the secret of Gu Chongshan.
Nan Baoyi pondered for a long time, then opened the door and stepped into the study.
It is dusk, the light and shadow are dim.
There was a furnace of agarwood burning in the room, with many bookshelves and complicated piles of paper.
Nan Baoyi walked through the bookshelf, scanned the ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and came to the depths of the study.
On the wall is a picture of Camellia in Hedaoyuan.
The Crane Daoyuan in the painting is located on the mountainside, the spring rain is pattering, the camellia is elegantly brushed, and the petals are like bowls, which perfectly blend the tranquility and the beauty on the rice paper.
In the previous imperial palace, Nan Baoyi followed Gu Chongshan, and he has seen many ancient paintings of celebrities.
But the brush strokes are so special, she doesn't remember any master with such style.
and……
She has never heard of the Taoist temple called "Crane Daoyuan".
As for the camellia, it is very common in South Vietnam, but it is the national flower of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and it is the most popular flower in the painting circles of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
"Does it look good?"
A cold inquiry came from behind.
Nan Baoyi looked back, Gu Chongshan stood with his hands in his hands, his posture was cool and thin.
She rushed into his study, and she didn't expect to hide it from him.
So she nodded openly: "It looks good, did you paint it?"
Gu Chongshan looked at the picture scroll, "If I painted it, would you still think it looks good?"
"This is really strange." Nan Baoyi smiled, "Whether a painting is good or not, does it have anything to do with the author?"
After speaking, he was slightly startled.
She remembered.
Because Gu Chongshan was an eunuch, he was not allowed to attend the elegant gatherings in the palace.
Even if his attainments in instrumental music are top notch, even if he is a master in calligraphy, painting and seal cutting, the is the eunuch.
Those powerful people respectfully call him nine thousand years old, but privately they think that eunuchs are not worthy of touching elegant musical instruments, or talking about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Everything drawn by their hands is dirty.
Nan Baoyi stared at Gu Chongshan hesitantly.
He was still looking at the painting, and his narrow, dark eyes were full of emotions she couldn't understand.
It seems that the Crane Daoyuan in the painting used to be the place where he lingered...
Golden Uzi pendant.
The last touch of sunset light disappeared from Gu Chongshan's clothes.
The little eunuchs came in and lit the glazed lamp, then quietly stepped back.
Candlelight leaped on his face.
After a long, long time, he turned to Nan Baoyi coldly, "The small kitchen is stewing bird's nest porridge, and it will take half an hour to start dinner."
"Oh."
Nan Baoyi whispered.
She watched Gu Chongshan leave the study and couldn't help pinching the skirt of her skirt.
The candlelight jumped.
She squatted in front of the bookshelf full of history books, and carefully searched for "The History of South Vietnam."
Camellia is the national flower of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and Gu Chongshan appeared in the Nanyue Palace when he was seven years old.
May wish to make a bold assumption that Gu Chongshan and the Northern Wei Dynasty are inextricably linked.
So as long as you find the history between the Northern Wei Dynasty and the South Vietnam thirteen years ago, you might be able to find clues about Gu Chongshan.
She turned to the volume thirteen years ago and took the lantern to look closely.
Thirteen years ago, there was a war between South Vietnam and Northern Wei.
The Northern Wei Dynasty was defeated and sent two protons.
The volume did not mention Proton's name and birthplace, but only briefly mentioned it, saying that Proton is confined in the cold palace.
Nan Baoyi was even more suspicious.
She also dug out the national chronicles compiled by the Northern Wei Dynasty in recent years from the pile of books, and quickly turned it over to 13 years ago.
In that war, the Northern Wei Dynasty was defeated, and Gu Qin, a famous general in the Northern Wei Dynasty, died in battle.
To seek peace, the Northern Wei Dynasty sent the seven-year-old prince and his brother to South Vietnam.
The prince who was only seven years old...
Camellia, Northern Wei Dynasty, seven years old, Gu Chongshan...
The dark lines meet in my mind.
A terrible conjecture was born quietly.
If it's really as she thought, then Gu Chongshan's red lips and white teeth are full of the beauty of the world, the natural extravagance between his gestures and feet, and his talent in music, music, piano, chess and calligraphy...
It seems that all can be explained.