Whenever Li Changqing is troubled or worried, he will calm down as soon as he picks up his paintbrush.

He held a paintbrush and painted quietly in the pavilion.

When the maids and servants of the house passed by, they were all cautious and did not dare to make any noise to disturb him.

When Li Changqing was about to complete a painting, Changsun Wugou approached the pavilion with a bowl of lotus seed soup.

Li Changqing was concentrating on finishing the work and had no time to pay attention to the surrounding situation. He didn't know that his eldest grandson Wugou had arrived.

Changsun Wugou took a closer look out of curiosity. When he saw what was painted on the painting, he suddenly froze on the spot.

I saw Li Xiuning's portrait on the drawing paper, lifelike and lifelike.

She sighed in her heart, feeling a little sad.

But I had learned from my brother Changsun Wuji before that Li Changqing would paint when he was worried.

Knowing that Li Changqing was worried at this moment, she forced a smile on her lips and stepped forward with a forced smile.

"Husband, you had a lot of cough last night. I personally cooked a bowl of lotus seed soup, which can relieve fever and relieve cough."

When Li Changqing heard Changsun Wugou's voice, he felt guilty for some reason, and quickly blocked the unfinished painting with his body. He took the lotus seed soup and said,"Thank you, maid Guanyin.

When the eldest grandson Wugou saw this, his heart was filled with joy. He smiled sweetly and said,"I have heard for a long time that my husband is good at painting. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation." The expression of Princess Pingyang was completely brought to life by your painting."

Li Changqing knew that Changsun Wugou had seen the painting behind him, and his expression was a little embarrassed. He quickly picked up the lotus seed soup and drank it.

Changsun Wugou blinked his bright eyes and asked expectantly:"My husband's painting skills. Gao Chao, can you also draw a picture for me?"

Li Changqing hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and agreed out of guilt.

He had only painted portraits for Li Xiuning in his life. After changing the drawing paper, Changsun Wugou sat on the stone bench. Li Changqing took a look at it and started painting. A few strokes.

As he was drawing, he suddenly stopped, frowning and thinking about something.

Changsun Wugou asked:"Husband, what's wrong?"

Li Changqing raised his head and stared at her, looking her up and down until her cheeks turned red. Then he stood up and walked to the garden aside. After selecting for a long time, he finally picked a peony, walked to Changsun Wugu, and said:

"I felt like there was something missing. It turned out that it was missing this decoration."

When he painted a portrait of Li Xiuning, he would always pick a rose and put it in Li Xiuning's bun.

Changsun Wugou's temperament did not match the rose, but it suited the peony very well.

He saw Li Changqing holding a peony flower and inserting it into his hair. Silk, a trace of obvious panic flashed in Changsun Wugu's eyes.

Women love flowers, and she does the same.

But she has been allergic to pollen since she was a child, and her skin will be itchy when she comes into contact with flowers.

Therefore, women's boudoirs are often decorated with flowers. There were only books and guzheng in Changsun Wugou's boudoir.

Even though she knew she was allergic to pollen, she still did not stop Li Changqing and watched him put peonies on his head with a smile on her face.

Picking up the brush again, Li Changqing looked at Changsun Wugou nodded with satisfaction.

He painted quickly, and in less than half a stick of incense, Changsun Wugou's dignified and beautiful appearance appeared on the paper.

Looking at the lifelike painting, Changsun Wugou's face was full of surprises. , said:"Husband, I like this painting very much. Can you give it to me so that I can take it off and frame it?""

Li Changqing smiled and nodded.

Holding the scroll, Changsun Wugou retired happily with a smile on his face.

……

At night, Li Changqing sat in his study and studied the Turkic map carefully.

Suddenly, a maid hurriedly came in and announced:"General, it's not good, Madam is unconscious!"

Li Changqing frowned and asked:"What's going on?"

The maid was about to burst into tears,"Suddenly there were many red spots on Madam's body. , the itching was unbearable. She didn't allow us to inform the general until she fell into a coma just now."

Li Changqing shouted:"Quickly send the doctor to see the doctor for Madam!"

After saying that, he walked quickly to the backyard.

Half an hour later, a white-haired doctor walked out of the bedroom, bowed to Li Changqing and said:

"General, my wife has been diagnosed with hay fever. Her constitution cannot be exposed to pollen, otherwise she will have red spots all over her body, itching intolerable, and in severe cases, she will be comatose.

The old man has prescribed a dose of medicine for his wife. She will be cured in as little as three days or as long as five days.

But from now on, don’t let Madam come into contact with pollen again."

When he heard the doctor's diagnosis, Li Changqing's expression suddenly changed.

Hay fever, isn't it an allergy to pollen!

This silly woman, knowing full well that she was allergic to pollen, asked me to bring her peonies!

"Thank you, doctor."

Li Changqing quickly walked to the hospital bed. After some treatment from the doctor, Changsun Wugou had woken up from his coma. When she saw Li Changqing coming in, she quickly covered her face with her sleeves.

"Husband, don’t come over, I don’t want you to see me like this."

Li Changqing sat next to her, grabbed her hand, and looked at her face with red dots. He was very touched in his heart. His eyes, which had always been firm and repulsive to people thousands of miles away, melted a little at this moment.

Gently. Touching Changsun Wugu's cheek, Li Changqing showed tenderness in his eyes for the first time and said:

"You silly woman, you can’t come into contact with pollen, why didn’t you tell me? Changsun

Wugou tried his best to turn her face away to prevent Li Changqing from seeing her blushing face.

He said softly:"I think it's worth it if I can get the general to paint a picture for me.""

Li Changqing sighed, stepped forward and hugged his eldest grandson Wugou into his arms.

The eldest grandson Wugou leaned on Li Changqing's shoulder and said dreamily:"It would be great if the general could be so caring and considerate to me every day."

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