My princess is super fierce

Chapter 68

She has known this since she stepped into the imperial garden.

"Hehe...Since Miss Luo'er has no talent, wouldn't it be embarrassing to force her, Madam, I don't know if Qian Ying can ask for a favor so that the side concubine will not have to perform." Xuanming Qian Ying actually pleaded for Yun Luo'er herself.

Even Xuanming Qianli who was sitting next to her didn't understand this move.

A trace of displeasure flashed across the queen's beautiful eyes, she glanced at Yun Luoer, and was about to speak.

"Princess Xisheng, I don't know. My sister has been practicing hard in Shuiyunju these days, just for today's Peony Festival. She is just nervous for a while. Second sister, since I have been preparing for a long time, why bother to cover it up!" Yun Xijin said Cover your face and chuckle.

There was a sound of contempt from below.

Yun Luo'er glanced at Yun Xijin lightly, knowing what she was up to.

The queen pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Luo'er, you have a special status, so you don't need to perform, but from what Jin'er said, even this palace is looking forward to it, Luo'er!"

Yun Luoer slightly raised her eyebrows, looked at the emperor Beicheng Dujue: "Where is the emperor!"

A gleam flashed in Beicheng Dujue's eyes, and he smiled softly, "I have the same thoughts as the queen."

"Then if Luo'er shows well, I wonder if the emperor would be willing to listen to Luo'er." Yun Luo'er looked directly at him and said lightly.

Beicheng Dujue smiled deeply, and said: "It seems that Luo Er has long thought about it, and wants to make a deal with me, so let's play!"

Yun Luoer's eyes were cold, she lightly raised the corners of her lips, then stepped out onto the circular high platform, and asked for another desk and the Four Treasures of the Study.

He took the inkstone in his hand, and finely ground the ink in his hand.

Repeatedly, with a focused look.

With that focused look, it was as if only the inkstone in her hand was left in the world.

There was a commotion down there.

Even the empress looked at each other, unable to understand what she was going to do!
He said he was painting, but he was grinding ink with an inkstone, so he didn't mean to paint at all.

Those members of the Yun family were not in a hurry, and when they looked carefully, there were sneers on the corners of their mouths.

Yun Xishuang glanced at Gaotai and said, "Sister San, what trick is she playing?
Yun Xijin sneered and said: "Who knows her, the madness is not cured completely." A person who is not even clear-headed, fortunately, his mother is jealous of her.

Beicheng Wushang's expression remained the same without any change. He followed the crowd and cast his gaze on the high platform.

However, what others don't know is that there is only one person he is interested in.

If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be here today.

Sitting among the princes, Beicheng Che looked at the woman on the high platform from a distance, with an extremely focused expression, a moment of confusion flashed in his heart, and an extremely familiar feeling quickly flashed across his mind. The more he looked, the deeper the look in his eyes.

Just when everyone lost their patience, it took about an incense stick of time.

Yun Luoer stopped grinding the ink, picked up the inkstone, and poured it down.

In an instant, a piece of snow-white paper was stained with a large amount of ink, and the ink spilled.

This move was like a drop of water falling on a hot oil pan, and the pan exploded among the crowd.

Another person stood up directly and said angrily: "Yun Luoer, you are presumptuous!"

Beicheng Jue's complexion was like ink, she wished she could strangle the woman on the high platform to death, she played with everyone between applause, slowly watched her grind the ink, and then splashed the ink on the paper, thinking that she had completed the masterpiece of the world Who is to say that such an approach is not a fool.

In the end, let Xisheng see the joke, it is better to let him stop all this now.

Yun Luoer didn't feel nervous at all, but her eyes sparkled a little brightly, despite the voices of discussion from below pouring in like a tide.

As if he had never heard of it, he picked up the pen in his hand, and the brushstrokes in his hand fell on the screen, scribing the beautiful arcs of the roads, and became bright ink paintings.

The ink blots gradually take shape, giving rise to branches, blossoming flower bones, suitable for lightness and lightness, and thick and free-spirited.

Beichengjue swept across the round platform, his eyes were dark and his fists were tightly clenched. Seeing that focused figure, he couldn't help but get angry.

In the imperial garden, the voice of whispering became louder and louder, but because of Bei Chengjue's anger, it became quiet.

A stick of incense passed by...

Two sticks of incense passed...

Snapped!
On the high platform, Yun Luo'er flicked her fingers and threw out the pen in her hand, and she couldn't help showing a bit of warmth on her plain little face.

Raise your palm, press it into the ink, and press it hard on the painting.

When Yun Luo'er carried the painting and walked in front of the empress, someone immediately took the drawing paper in her hand and hurriedly presented it to the emperor.

In the imperial garden, there was a moment of silence, everyone showed a look of disdain, and they didn't have any expectations in their hearts, what can a silly girl draw.

but--

Beicheng Dujue smiled, and took the painting. When his eyes fell on the painting in his hand, the smile in his eyes deepened, like a black hole, which he couldn't figure out.

Next, Yun Luoer stood calmly, "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Beicheng Dujue collected the drawing paper, his black eyes narrowed slightly, "Luoer, what do you want to say to me?"

The people below were in an uproar.

The most surprising thing was the group of princes, of course, including Beicheng Jue with a gloomy face.

The emperor is their father, and among the princes, no one can really understand the emperor's mind.

What exactly did Yun Luo'er do to make their royal father "admit defeat" on his own initiative?

Beicheng Wushang glanced at the painting in Beicheng Dujue's hands, saying that he was not curious, it was a fake.

And his actions have already fallen into the eyes of Xi Sheng and the other two.

Xuanming Qianying helped Yun Luoer just now, and for what reason, only she knew, but at this moment, she couldn't hold back her face.

Even Xuanming Qianli had to look at the woman standing on the cusp of the storm, and he actually saw an unusual tranquility in her eyes, unlike other people who would show a hint of disgust when they saw him for the first time, photographed in his eyes. Status, but also have to be respectful.

The one who was most angry was Yun Xijin, who wanted to make Yun Luoer look ugly, but for some reason, the medicine she put in Yun Luoer's cup had no effect.

How is this going!

When everyone focused their attention on Yun Luoer.

Yun Xijin's eyes lit up, she saw Yun Luoer lightly raised her hand to cover her stomach, a vicious light burst out from her eyes.

Gollum—poof!

A strange sound suddenly sounded.

In the entire imperial garden, there was a deathly silence, and the sound of leaves falling to the ground could be heard.

Everyone glanced in disbelief.

The empress and empress sitting in the upper position had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, and two sharp eyes swept back and forth from the lower ones.

Yun Luoer's eyebrows moved slightly, and said: "Your Majesty, what Luoer wants to say is—"

puff!
There was another clear sound of letting go.

This time, everyone heard clearly.

Emperor Beicheng Dujue's face changed drastically, and he shouted angrily: "Who is it! Get out of here."

Yun Luo'er raised her gaze as if nothing had happened, glanced left and right, her gaze "unintentionally" drifted across the Yun family's side, her eyes moved, and she returned to a calm state.

It turned out that that thing had this effect.

Just now Yun Xijin thought that while she was not paying attention, he had tampered with her cup and wanted to push her up, so he almost said complacently, Yun Luoer, today I want you to make a fool of yourself.

On the Yun family's side, Yun Xijin's head was only lowered to the crotch of her pants, her hands were firmly grasping the hem of the skirt, and her eyes were filled with mist.

(End of this chapter)