Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 841
Concubine You was the only one left in the study.

She sat upright on the chair, closed her eyes and meditated for a while.

The two curved eyebrows sometimes relax and sometimes frown.

Her face was complicated, as if she was making a decision.

A picture of heaven and man at war.

After a long time, Concubine You stood up slowly and took it upon herself to clear away the documents on the desk. Then she took out the brush, studied the ink herself, and spread a piece of snow-white rice paper on the desk.

Pick up the pen and dip in ink.

The small and delicate brush is fully soaked in ink, but the tip is still sharp.

Concubine You held the paintbrush in one hand, and the tip of the brush hovered over the rice paper, but did not move for a long time.

Concubine You stood behind the desk, closing her eyes in deep thought, with a smile on her lips.

Suddenly at a certain moment, Concubine You opened her eyes.

The brush in the hand moves down and touches the snow-white paper. The wrist moves slightly, and as the brush passes over, a thin line is left on the rice paper.

Concubine You looked serious.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

She held the paintbrush with her slender fingers and waved it gently. She was working on a painting seriously.

The study was very quiet.

Because it was already dark, there were many candles burning in the study, making it as bright as day.

Concubine You was so absorbed in painting that she didn't notice the passage of time.

long after.

"Finally finished!"

Concubine You put down her brush, straightened her waist, moved her wrists and neck, and even stretched her waist.

However, no matter whether she moved her wrist or turned her neck, Concubine You's eyes always fell on the painting, and the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually expanded, covering her face.

"Shang Mo is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world!"

Concubine You stared at her painting, extremely satisfied, and the smile on her face could no longer be kept.

The painting that Concubine You spent countless hours painting was surprisingly that of Zhu Xiuyuan!

In the painting, Concubine You "changes" him into a Confucian shirt commonly worn by scholars. He is handsome and handsome, and his expression is very similar to Zhu Xiuyuan. He has one hand behind his back and the other holding a volume, looking up at the sky. .

The whole painting gives people an elegant and dusty feeling.

The characters in this painting are not so much Zhu Xiuyuan as "optimized images based on Zhu Xiuyuan."

Concubine You is like a young girl who has just begun to fall in love. She always feels that a good young master who can recite poems and compose poems is the most perfect.

So she added some of her own imagination to it.

Although Zhu Xiuyuan does not often wear Confucian shirts, his "poetry talent is unparalleled", which is far better than ordinary talents...

Concubine You pulled up a chair and sat down, resting her head on her hands, staring blankly at the painting in front of her and the characters in the painting.

She gradually lost consciousness.

Scenes about Zhu Xiuyuan flashed before his eyes.

Finally, the words of the little dancer seemed to ring in her ears again, such as "like a baby's arms", "far better than your majesty", etc.

There is also what the little dancing girl said about him: He dares to do anything when he is drunk!

Then, the scene that happened in Qin'an Palace two days ago reappeared in front of her eyes. He was stunned and his jaw dropped...

The more she thought about it, the hotter her face became.

At some point, she suddenly put her legs together, fidgeting in the chair, twisting and turning...

After a long time.

Concubine You let out a long breath, relaxed her whole body, and slumped down on the chair.

She felt extremely relaxed at the moment, as if she had let go of all her worries.

This feeling is simply not too good.

"Dong dong dong!" At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Although the voice was very soft, it still shocked Concubine You into a cold sweat.

She immediately sat up straight in her chair, her eyes falling on the paintings on the table, her eyes alert.

"Who is it?" Concubine You quickly calmed down.

"Your Majesty, today's memorial has been delivered. Do you want to see it?" the voice of the personal maid Xiao Cui came from outside the door.

Concubine You frowned and glanced at the paintings on the table. Her mind was racing and she had already made up her mind.

"Oh, Xiao Cui, come in!"

Concubine You stood up and left the desk. Instead of putting away the paintings, she sat down on the chair next to the study.

Squeak!

The door opened, Xiaocui walked in holding a stack of memorials, and closed the door behind her back.

Then Xiaocui went straight to the table and prepared to put the memorial on it.

Concubine You was calm and collected. She personally picked up the teapot on the small table next to the seat and poured tea to drink without looking at Xiao Cui.

Xiaocui approached the table and before she put down the memorial, she saw the painting at a glance. It was a very large painting and it was spread out on the table, taking up one-third of the entire table.

The figure in the painting is a man.

"what!"

Xiao Cui screamed.

Then there was the sound of memorials falling to the ground.

Concubine You's face didn't change and she just drank tea calmly. On the contrary, she felt a sense of "exposure" in her heart.

"The palace maid who tidies up the study...is so bold!"

After the initial fright, Xiaocui has recovered a little and figured out a countermeasure.

"A man's portrait was left in the empress's study! They really don't know what to do..."

Xiaocui seemed extremely angry. She jumped around and walked around the huge desk to get behind the desk to get the painting.

Judging from her angry look, she was ready to tear the painting into pieces.

At this time, Concubine You stood up calmly and said expressionlessly: "This painting was painted by me myself!"

"Uh……"

Xiaocui was "confused" and slowly turned her head to look at Concubine You. Her hands continued to stretch towards the painting. If she needed a few more inches, her hands would be able to touch the painting.

"Empress?" Xiaocui stopped her hand and swallowed hard, looking uneasy.

This little palace maid has been with Concubine You all year round. She is naturally not stupid. On the contrary, she is very smart. Her thoughts are spinning, and she seems to have had a premonition of something.

"Xiao Cui, what do you think of this painting?" Concubine You walked over slowly.

There is a feeling of "approaching".

Xiaocui gradually backed away, her face was very complicated, and her eyebrows were already twisted together.

Xiaocui glanced at the painting and said hesitantly: "Very... very good. Your Majesty's painting skills are superb. I... I admire you very much!"

"Oh, then do you recognize the person in the painting?" Concubine You Gui asked again with a hint of a smile.

There was a bang in Xiao Cui's head.

But Xiaocui is not simple either. Her thoughts are racing, and she knows that if she doesn't handle this matter properly, she may be killed.

So she carefully analyzed Concubine You's facial expression, her mind running at high speed.

She hesitated for a moment, then said bravely: "It is... the person drawn by the empress, it is... the current god Leihou!"

"Then what do you think of God Leihou?"

Concubine You Gui has already walked to the side of the desk, standing opposite Xiaocui.

With a faint smile on her face, looking at Xiao Cui's expression of seeing a ghost, she felt as if she had drunk nectar.

Concubine You found that she really liked this feeling.

There seems to be an inexplicable rush and excitement in the body... It's really good!
(End of this chapter)