The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"I don't know what your Highness wants to come here today?" Xuanyuan Xuehen said straight to the point without ambiguity.

Murong Canghai is too mysterious. He clearly has an evil smile on his face, but it always faintly makes the people who fight him feel nervous and breathless. They can't guess his real intention at all. Xuanyuan Xuehen seems to have the posture of a master , in fact, it is completely unclear what Murong Canghai's intentions are for today.

"Yesterday, Prime Minister You said that the princess has the complete copy of the authentic Tang Dynasty Yan Zhenqing's work in her possession, and I came here to visit today. I wonder if the princess can use the original work to satisfy my craving."

Xuanyuan Xuehen likes to collect calligraphy and paintings. In the early years, she set up a large courtyard in Zuo Xiang's mansion for the purpose of collecting calligraphy and paintings.

After hearing Murong Canghai's request, her eyes slightly retracted an imperceptible expression, but she kept as calm as possible on her face, saying——

"It's a real honor for the King of the North Academy to like the calligraphy and paintings in my mansion. It's just a pity that there was a rat infestation in the academy a while ago, and many precious calligraphy and paintings were bitten by the damn rats. Unfortunately, Yan Zhenqing's entire copy is among them. It took a lot of effort, but I couldn't restore it to the original state, and now every time it sounds, I still feel very distressed."

"Oh..." Murong Canghai groaned, with a look of disappointment on his face, and said, "That's really a pity, princess."

Xuanyuan Xuehen looked very apologetic, and regretfully said——

"It's really frightening to let His Highness make a trip for nothing, and please His Highness make an atonement."

"Princess, there is no need to apologize. This person and calligraphy and painting are all about fate, so you can't force it." Murong Canghai picked up the cup next to his hand, took a sip, and his slender and clean fingers seemed to be secretly exerting force.

Su Yueming stood behind Murong Canghai, silent, waiting for the news of the "Third Miss" in the sedan chair.

Song Feiyan stood behind the screen, looked out through the gap, and her eyes fell on the man sitting on the carved chair——

He has an aggressive face, with a natural regal air in his gestures, his eyes are faintly shiny and flowing, the slightly raised eye tips are slightly charming, and the smile on the corner of his lips reveals a hint of evil. Charm, like poison, makes people fall into and intoxicated unconsciously.

Her heart skipped a beat, her face blushed, and her hands were pressed against her face, feeling very hot.

pity……

She caressed the unhealed scar on her face, her eyes filled with anger again, it was Su Yueming, that bastard who ruined her face, otherwise she could go out and receive Murong Canghai with her mother now.

What did he just say?

Do you want to see the complete authentic works of Yan Zhenqing collected by your mother?

Why did the mother lie, her academy is obviously in good condition, and there are more than [-] slaves in charge of taking care of it every day, so how could it be possible for any rats?If she really got hit by a rat, she might kill all the servants in charge of cleaning the academy!

Song Feiyan raised her upper lip, with dissatisfaction in her eyes, she thought to herself, mother is really very stingy, it's just some calligraphy and painting, why hide it from others to see.

Since she is unwilling to give it, then...

A bold idea flashed across her mind, a trace of joy appeared on her face, and then she quickly turned and headed towards the academy.

"Ma'am, someone is here from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion." At this moment, the servants of the mansion came to the main hall to report.

Someone from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion?How dare they come?Xuanyuan Xuehen's hand suddenly grasped the chair rail.