The playful and cute concubine is a little sweet

Chapter 103
"That makes sense, then show me your show!" Hua Moxuan raised his glass and took a sip.

Damn it! ! !
The smile on Yang Qingqing's face froze, she was really handsome for less than three seconds!
Is this demon emperor at odds with her? He always fights against her.

Yang Qingqing's little head kept spinning, what's the best way to act?
magic?

In this fantasy world, it is almost like magic.

dance?

It's not bad that her chubby body can walk steadily.

song?

She was afraid that the ancients would not be able to appreciate the songs of her era.

Worry, worry, worry to death!
Suddenly thinking of the painting that the art teacher forced them to learn, although she didn't learn it very well, it was more than enough to deal with an ancient person.

Yang Qingqing raised her little black face and shouted: "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are waiting for you!"

When the maids heard the order, they quickly got ready, and carefully studied the ink beside them.

Even Xiao Yihan and Hua Luohen watched with interest.

Because in their memory, the characteristic of this sheep is that it can be eaten, and they really can't think of anything else besides eating.

really!

Seeing the little doll holding the pen, frowning slightly, and biting the pen holder, it seemed that she was struggling a lot.

At this time, Yang Qingqing became the focus of all the monsters, and most of the famous ladies were waiting to see her make a fool of herself, with gloating looks in their eyes.

There are also a few demons who are worried about her, such a small doll, what a pity!
After a while, Yang Qingqing frowned and looked at Hua Moxuan: "Your Majesty, ask them to bring me a chicken feather!"

"(⊙o⊙) what? Chicken feathers?"

"What does she want chicken feathers for?"

"Did I have an auditory hallucination!"

"Is this little doll worried that he's not doing well, and is scared out of his wits?"

Seeing Yang Qingqing's strange request, all the monsters held back their laughter, and they couldn't go too far for King Han's sake.

The demon emperor Hua Moxuan sitting on the stage glanced at those people, they immediately shut up, and the hall became quiet again.

He told the maid: "Go find her more than a dozen chicken feathers!"

Looking at Yang Qingqing: "What else do you lack, just bring it up!"

"Nothing is missing!"

Soon, the maid came over with chicken feathers, and Yang Qingqing picked them carefully.

Everyone didn't know what she was doing, and some demons thought she was delaying time.

When he was about to sue her, he just asked Yang Qingqing to take the selected chicken feathers and dip them in ink to draw on the paper.

The monsters were shocked! ! !

When can chicken feathers be used as pens like this? ? ! ! !

The maid was grinding ink beside her, and Yang Qingqing was painting carefully. The maid looked at the painting on the paper and frowned for a while, thinking for a while, and suddenly realized it for a while.

She tried her best to control her expression, but sharp-eyed people could still see it.

Everyone was very curious about Yang Qingqing's paintings.

After a while, Yang Qingqing finished drawing.

The maid carefully brought it to Hua Moxuan like a treasure.

Hua Moxuan was also full of shock looking at the painting, he had never seen this strange figure before.

The Empress Dowager was also curious when she saw her grandson's expression, so she asked the maid to take a look, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she smiled: "You little milk baby is really amazing!"

There was a sweet smile on the corner of Yang Qingqing's mouth, and she sincerely thanked her art teacher for forcing her to learn this painting, and she was really right.

"Grandma Huang, what exactly is painted in that painting?"

"That's right, Grandma Huang, bring it for us to see!"

(End of this chapter)