After being forced to marry as a substitute, I became famous in the limbo

Chapter 72
He didn't speak, just turned around and walked quickly into the imperial study, picked up a pen, quickly wrote a line of words on the paper, took the paper out to the courtyard, and handed it to Zhe Liu.

Zhe Liu unfolded the paper that Mu Jingzhao handed over, looked at it, and saw a line written in flamboyant handwriting on it, "The noble concubine does not like singing and dancing performances."

Zhe Liu knew in his heart that this seemingly short sentence was actually a huge compromise and concession made by Mu Jingzhao.

Thinking that the conflict between the masters and masters will be resolved, I don't have to suffer from this.

So she turned her head to look at Mu Jingzhao gratefully, only to see that he only left her a slightly indifferent back view, but on the neck, a blush climbed up to the roots of his ears.

She nodded like a pounding garlic, and carefully put away the paper in her hand, "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty, this servant will definitely convey all your thoughts to Concubine Ning!"

After finishing speaking, she ran into the main hall in a hurry.

At this time, Jiang Ning was troubled by the countless plans she had listed. Her face, which was originally covered in ink marks, had a few more colorful colors, which looked funny and cute.

"Empress, empress!" Zheliu ran into the hall in a panic, Jiang Ning, who was in deep thought, trembled in fright, a streak of ink was instantly splashed on the paper in front of him, occasionally a few drops splashed and landed on Jiang Ning's cheek The black ink blots add a bit of freehand beauty.

Jiang Ning dabbed on her face casually, and the black and red mixed together on her face, forming a delicate balance. The criss-cross lines gave off a taste of opera facial makeup.

"You girl, how many times do I have to teach you before you will listen? Don't speak in such a hurry!"

Zheliu paused, knowing that she lost her sense of proportion because of being too happy not long ago, "I'm sorry, ma'am." Even if she said that, she didn't feel that Jiang Ning would really blame her, so she walked forward quickly , unfolded the paper in his hand and handed it to Jiang Ning.

"Your Majesty, look, the Emperor knows that you are anxious about the concubine's birthday banquet, and has specially given you some advice."

Hearing Zheliu's words, Jiang Ning instantly opened his eyes wide, thinking that what Mu Jingzhao told him was really a new trick.

However, the words "I don't like singing and dancing" came into my eyes.

Jiang Ning squinted, and lowered his head again with disdain, "You can easily know that the imperial concubine doesn't like singing and dancing, even if you don't have to think about it, let me use him as an example?"

Zhe Liu shrank her neck in embarrassment, she really didn't understand, how could someone so intelligent like her own mother suddenly be so overwhelmed?

She didn't believe that the empress didn't understand that in this harem, the only way out was to make friends with the emperor, such a simple truth.

So she couldn't quite understand why Jiang Ning was so stubborn this time.

Even so, she didn't want to delve into it, and only thought in her heart that the only way out was to resolve the conflict between the master and the son.

"Your majesty, the emperor really wants to reconcile with you and apologize." Zhe Liu sighed slightly, and thought to himself that he might not be so tired when he was with Lu Feng, "The emperor knows that you are so troublesome about your concubine's birthday, can you Said it was distressing, so I specially asked the servant to persuade you to take care of your body."

Jiang Ning didn't take it seriously, but felt that the other party was just some superficial rhetoric, and she was not a woman who would be moved by these few words.

"Although our emperor is a bit stubborn, but he loves you, that's all real." She carefully held the paper with Mu Jingzhao's characters on it, and handed it to Jiang Ning carefully, "In order to calm you down, the emperor But you are diligent in farming every day, and you don’t feel ashamed to ask your servants if you don’t understand something, who would have expected you to stay behind closed doors every day, and not see the emperor’s infatuation.”

Jiang Ning paused in thought, then slowly raised his head and looked at Zhe Liu, "Did he really ask you?"

"Isn't it? From plowing the land to planting seeds, no matter what you don't understand, the emperor will chase after the servants and maidservants to ask, without any pretensions of the master."

Seeing that Jiang Ning was a little loose, Zhe Liu hurriedly took advantage of the victory to pursue, "And now the imperial concubine's birthday is imminent, even if you don't care about the emperor, then don't ruin the imperial concubine's birthday banquet for this."

Jiang Ning looked down at the mess in front of him, lost in thought.

Although he was really reluctant to admit it, he had to say that at present, she really couldn't find anyone who knew Liu Jinfu better than Mu Jingzhao.

After all, the two of them once fought on the battlefield together. He had witnessed her heroic demeanor while riding a horse, and he also knew her chivalrous tenderness.

So, she raised her hand, lifted the paper on the table, folded it carefully, and brought it to Zhe Liu, "Take it to the emperor."

This is a plan that Jiang Ning came up with not long ago. It is basically a fireworks display in the palace, which is exclusive to Liu Jinfu.

Zheliu was suddenly ecstatic, and carefully put away the paper Jiang Ning handed over, and walked quickly to the courtyard.

"What is this?" Mu Jingzhao unfolded the paper and looked at it. It seemed that it was difficult to understand what Jiang Ning wanted to convey.

"This is a plan prepared by the empress for the imperial concubine's birthday." Zhe Liu leaned forward, narrowing his eyes and carefully examining the paper in front of him.

In all fairness, Jiang Ning's handwriting can be considered pretty, but her paintings are really appalling.

The messy colors are piled together without logic, and it looks messy without any logic.

The huge paper is mottled black, and the upper half of the black is covered with some red dots the size of copper coins, while the lower side is a field of colorful colors, which seems to have no logic or rules at all.

However, what surprised Zheliu was that Mu Jingzhao seemed to understand this masterpiece.

He picked up the paper, turned around and went into the hall to pick up the pen, drew a few strokes on Jiang Ning's painting, and handed it to Zhe Liu again.

Zhe Liu unfolded it and saw that there was a delicately painted stage on the paper. On the stage, two people in costumes stood facing each other.

Zhe Liu did not stop, and found Jiang Ning again.

Jiang Ning painted a few more strokes and sent it back.

As the two came and went, more and more things were drawn on the paper, and the tiredness on Jiang Ning's face dissipated more and more.

The last time, Zhe Liu was so tired that he lay down on the chair next to Jiang Ning, unable to raise his strength any longer.

As for Jiang Ning, she looked at the huge picture scroll in front of her and smiled slightly. She carefully rolled up the scroll in front of her, and walked out of the main hall door in two steps.

She had just walked out of the palace gate when she saw Mu Jingzhao standing blankly in front of the courtyard, as if waiting for something.

She was in a good mood, waved to Mu Jingzhao with a smile on her face, and ran out of the palace gate in an instant.

Mu Jingzhao was slightly taken aback, until Jiang Ning's figure completely disappeared at the entrance of the hall, then he lowered his eyes and chuckled.

(End of this chapter)