Chapter 1550 - 1548: Take Your Time Drawing

On the way back, his steps were much lighter, and even the corners of his lips carried a warm smile.

Perhaps it was the tacit understanding between father and son, mother and child.

He could deeply feel the happiness radiating from his father and mother, from inside out.

It was a kind of happiness that no one could truly comprehend, so deep that it engraved into the bone marrow, etched into the bones.

In a lifetime, since one is destined to leave one day.

Then why not leave joyfully?

If he and Yinyin in the future could have no regrets, remain happily together until old age, then depart this world hand in hand.

That would indeed be an exceptional kind of happiness.

Since this is so, why should I obstruct it? Isn’t it better to give my blessings?

He returned to the room with a smile.

Lin Siyin was not yet asleep, and when she saw him return, she immediately got up to help him change clothes.

Just as the lamp was lit, before she could extend her hand, she was startled by the smile on his face and stepped back a few paces.

"Hey!"

"Empe... Emperor, are you alright!"

Zhao Qichen suddenly realized, quickly suppressed his smile and asked.

"Nothing! What’s wrong?"

Lin Siyin was shocked.

"What do you mean, what’s wrong? You went out with that expression, and now again... is there some good news?"

"Is it that Taishang Huang and the Empress Dowager’s health is improving? Should I go and check on them?" she couldn’t help but ask with some delight.

Zhao Qichen was amused but at a loss.

"Nothing!"

He glanced at the snowflakes fluttering outside, his smile growing more radiant.

"It’s snowing, and a timely snow promises a good harvest. I’m just happy!"

After speaking, he removed his coat single-handedly, tossed it aside, and sat on the bed to take off his boots.

Lin Siyin was bewildered.

"What is this all about?" her mind was filled with confusion.

Zhao Qichen didn’t bother to explain further.

He removed his outer garment, leaving only his inner clothing, lay under the covers, and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, murmuring.

"Don’t move!"

"Let me just hold you like this!"

Lin Siyin: "???"

Can anyone tell her, is this man truly happy or is he just shocked? It’s quite scary!

She secretly took his pulse and found nothing wrong!

Lin Siyin was even more puzzled.

But in any case, she was too sleepy, so she drifted off to sleep in a daze.

Zhao Qichen rarely slept too and even had a strange dream.

In the dream, his father and mother turned into a pair of multi-colored butterflies, fluttering among a sea of flowers in a picturesque landscape, carefree and unrestrained.

They chased and played, teasing each other, even the fresh wind in the air admired them, reluctant to blow too strongly.

The sun shone brightly, the weather was pleasant, the flowers were in bloom, the gentle breeze was warm, how wonderful, so wonderful that it was enviable.

When he woke up the next day, it was already mid-morning, and the sunlight indeed poured down.

The early spring snow was no longer like it was during the deep winter, falling for two or three days at a time, and taking half a month to melt.

This time of snow usually falls overnight, stops, and the next day turns clear.

Because of this, the snowscape that can be appreciated becomes even more precious, one must seize the opportunity.

Even if it is just one or two Shi Chen later, the snow scene may already have melted in the sun, leaving nothing but mud and ruining the mood.

So...

Zhao Qichen jolted awake.

"Where’s Father? Where’s Mother?"

Outside, Lin Siyin came in hurriedly carrying two bowls of hot porridge, and seeing him awake, she said.

"Father and Mother went to admire the snow, and before leaving, they had the small kitchen make porridge for us, you should have some first!"

Zhao Qichen only heard the words ’admire the snow,’ and something in his mind suddenly collapsed, he couldn’t take in anything else.

"In this weather, going to admire the snow? Their health..."

Lin Siyin smiled wryly.

"What can be done, no one can stop them, why leave them with this regret?"

Zhao Qichen’s heart was hit again.

’Yes, why leave this regret?’

It had already come to this point, it was time to accept, to prepare, and also to fulfill their wishes.

Thinking of everything he saw and heard last night, his emotions calmed a little.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, tidied up, and came back to have porridge.

In silence, they ate the porridge quietly, neither saying a word.

After breakfast.

Zhao Qichen called some palace painters, then quietly took them to the Plum Garden in the city.

It was a delicate small hill, planted with plum trees.

Although the spring snow was cold, the chill of early spring couldn’t stop the scholars and refined gentlemen who loved plum blossoms and snow.

Every time it snowed, people here painted, wrote poems and essays, and it became much livelier than usual, a good spot for winter leisure.

Xia Ruqing and Zhao Junyao came here to admire the plum blossoms.

And they arrived early in the morning, afraid that the good spots might be taken, also fearing the snow would melt.

...

Zhao Qichen hurried along with the painters.

Almost without much searching, he found his father and mother, having tea and admiring the snow in a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Luckily, there were many people here, and they wouldn’t easily spot him.

He turned and instructed the group of painters.

"You all should paint Taishang Huang and the Empress Dowager well, from any angle is fine, as long as the painting is good, I will reward you greatly!"

Each of the painters was meticulously selected from the populace, possessing excellent skills and techniques.

They quickly agreed, each taking their art supplies to find the best angles.

Soon, no one was left around him.

With nothing to do, he also found a pavilion halfway up the mountain, had someone set up tea, leisurely drinking while watching the pair he loved in the distance.

Their deep affection, following each other in life and death.

This scenery rivaled any romantic tale in the world.

...

Xia Ruqing was excited, her cheeks rare and rosy.

Zhao Junyao sat weakly beside her, his face also rarely showing some color.

Perhaps it was because the two were overly excited.

But more likely, it was because they spent the whole night in the cold wind, both developing high fevers.

Fortunately, the physical pain did not hinder their refined interest, both were very excited.

Zhao Junyao, using his increasingly unsteady right hand, picked up the long-lost paintbrush, stroke by stroke painting plum blossoms.

He thought, this might be the last time in his life to admire flowers and paint.

It’s such a loss, he wished he could accompany her for another ten or twenty years, but sadly it couldn’t be.

They have only been married for over twenty years, not enough, not enough at all!

If there is a chance in the next life, he truly wishes to meet her again.

Xia Ruqing also vaguely realized, this might be her last time watching the snow in this life.

What didn’t make her sad was Zhao Junyao’s companionship.

What didn’t make her reluctant was because she knew, if Zhao Junyao died, she wouldn’t live alone.

She would always stay by his side, even death couldn’t separate them.

If there is no parting, how would there be any reluctance?

"Finished? Did you finish painting?"

Xia Ruqing went over smilingly to look.

Zhao Junyao looked at her with a smile.

"Just one stroke left, I’m old, I’m painting slowly, don’t mind, Qingqing!"

"I don’t mind, I don’t mind, you paint slowly, just make sure to paint me beautifully, don’t draw the wrinkles!"

"And my hair, remember to paint it blacker!"