Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 63 Chapter 75
Yan Qingcheng lowered her head, Chu Yuanheng followed her at some point, stood beside her, raised her head slightly, her slanted eyes showed sincere concern, Yan Qingcheng suddenly felt warm in her heart, she nodded.

"Okay, mother will let you."

"I don't need you to let me!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Yuanheng swayed and walked across to Yan Qingcheng, "Let's start, whoever drops the shuttlecock first loses."

Yan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows amusedly, "Losing? What will happen if you lose?"

The corners of Chu Yuanheng's slanted eyes slightly raised, and his lips curled up, "Whoever loses has to promise the other party one thing."

Yan Qingcheng giggled, this little devil dared to bet with her mother, it was really itchy, but after being said by the little devil, his mood became brighter instantly, so the shuttlecock contest between mother and son began.

Yan Qingcheng originally thought that the little evildoer could not even walk steadily, and it was even more impossible to kick the shuttlecock with one foot.

However, what surprised her was that the little evildoer didn't seem to know how to kick the shuttlecock at first, and every time he kicked it, he wobbled and fell to the ground, so frightened that Yan Qingcheng rushed to help him.

Every time Yan Qingcheng went to help her, the little evildoer avoided her hand deftly, making her think that the little evildoer was not a little boy at all.

Finally, under Yan Qingcheng's "underestimation of the enemy", the little evildoer won several rounds in a row and won the game with an absolute advantage.

Yan Qingcheng adhered to the mood of "the competition is second, and the love between mother and child is the first", and finally gave a fancy shuttlecock performance for Chu Yuanheng. After catching up with her legs, the shuttlecock was still kicked far away by her, and finally smashed a nearby oil paper window. Yan Qingcheng had to carry the little evildoer in to find the shuttlecock.

The house where the window paper was pierced by the shuttlecock was locked, but the lock didn't seem to be fastened, and it opened with a slight twist.

When Yan Qingcheng opened the door to see the scene in front of him, his eyes were dumbfounded.

here--

It's like Yan Qingcheng's study.

The beams of the house are criss-crossed, catenary chains are nailed to the beams, and a portrait is hung on each curtain. The whole room is covered with various portraits. Yan Qingcheng glanced at it from a distance, and the portraits seemed to be beautiful men. , Could this be Yan Qingcheng's "***"?
With doubts, Yan Qingcheng walked in with the little evildoer in his arms, and began to take a closer look at each portrait. After looking at it, Yan Qingcheng found that there were so many portraits of the same person, and this person always looked a little bit different. look familiar.

The most important thing is that the man in the painting is too seductive, it's not an exaggeration to salivate.

When Chu Yuanheng in his arms saw the portrait, a trace of surprise flashed through his slanted eyes, and then he frowned and fell into deep thought——

Why are there portraits of him in this room?
Yan Qingcheng shuttled between the painting curtains, and walked to a book case, on which was an unfolded painting scroll.

On the long picture, it seems to be a series of scenes. In the forest with overgrown bushes and branches, a man is thrown off his tall horse by a strong hungry wolf. The man rolls to the ground and fights the hungry wolf with his bare hands. , the arm was scratched by the wolf's paw, dripping blood spots.

A woman in red uniform stood on the back of a horse, bent her bow and set an arrow, and shot at the hungry wolf. The wolf was hit by an arrow in the abdomen, and fell to the ground in an instant, struggling to escape. The woman shot another arrow and shot through the wolf's eyes, after that, Hungry Wolf fell motionless in a pool of blood.

Standing in the pool of blood, the man turned his head coldly, his slanted eyes shot out a fierce look, he didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with the woman's helping hand, or disgusted with the woman's last fierce arrow.

In short, the man glanced at the woman on the horse without any warmth in his eyes, then turned around and left without looking back...

(End of this chapter)