famous concubine

Chapter 19

Because his toes obviously touched a mass of soft and sticky things, he quickly pulled out his feet to have a look. It was covered with yellow objects, and he almost fainted from fright.

So he howled again in horror.

Dongfangyu finally laughed out loud when he heard the howling. This guy has a cleanliness habit. With the previous lessons, when he sees something on his feet, he will preconceive it as something dirty... Hehe, in fact, it’s just It's just boiled and soft pumpkin!

To punish a guy with a cleanliness, it is better to make him worse than falling into a cesspit!

Young Master Yu soaked in the bath for a long time, the black ink on his body became more vivid, and the turtle on his face could not be washed off...

In the end, he had to be disheartened, wrapped his head and face in a towel, and knocked on the door of the Oriental language furtively.

"Ugly girl, I was wrong. I shouldn't be drinking with Mobai. Please, show mercy and get rid of the ghosts on me!" If this continues, he will really go crazy.

Dongfang Yu glanced at him lazily, and continued to immerse himself in reading medical books.After a while, she said calmly: "Sincerity!" She didn't have the most basic sincerity to apologize to others, so she didn't bother to talk to this peacock man.

"Sincerity?" Mr. Yu blinked and blinked his ecstatic peach blossom eyes, probably he has never been more frustrated in his life than he is now.

Being completely disfigured by an ugly little girl, and begging her in such a low voice, isn't it sincere enough?
Dongfangyu didn't care how he was blowing his beard and staring; after a while, the guy ran to the table angrily, grabbed the paper and brush and waved it around.

"This is my sincerity, you should be satisfied now!" Young Master Yu gritted his teeth and handed a painting and calligraphy to Dongfang Yu, with an expression that would tear Dongfang Yu to pieces before he was reconciled.

Dongfang Yu glanced sideways, it was a good landscape painting, but... she sneered slightly, raised her eyebrows and said slowly: "A painting is the greatest sincerity you can show? Humph... a broken painting like this, I can draw better than you at any time!"

"Broken painting?" Mr. Yu's chest heaved violently, and his peach eyes almost burst into flames: "Did you see the signature clearly? You actually said it was a broken painting? You, you..."

Seeing his violent reaction, Rouge glanced at him with some lingering fear, but she moved her head over curiously. After a while, she exclaimed in surprise and excitement: "Miss, miss...he, he, this signature...it's the wind. Yu, it's Feng Yu, my God!"

Dongfangyu was a little puzzled. Looking at Yanzhi who was so excited that he was incoherent, he casually glanced at the landscape painting.

"Feng Yu is just Feng Yu, isn't the surname Feng Yu and the name Yu, just a name, why are you so excited?"

Rouge caught sight of Dongfang Yu's calm expression, and couldn't calm down at all, even her cheeks flushed with excitement: "Miss, this Feng Yu...uh, it's the name of His Highness Sixth, we can't just..."

"Wait." Dongfang Yu glanced at Yan Zhi, whose expression suddenly became respectful and cautious, and then glanced at Mr. Yu, who was made by her so that he didn't look suave at all, and smiled faintly: "You said he... this one The stinky peacock man is also Dong Sheng's prince!"

When Yan Zhi heard this, her face instantly turned pale, how could a young lady be so disrespectful to His Highness!If His Highness gets angry...their heads will be moved!Taking a sneak peek at Feng Yu, who was only showing a pair of peach blossom eyes all over his body, he waved his hands desperately at Dongfang Yu and shook his head.

Dongfangyu didn't pay attention, and took a lazy look at Feng Yu, who straightened up a little, and asked Yan Yan with a smile: "Hey, Yan Zhi said that you are a prince, are you a villain who holds grudges?"

Feng Yu straightened his body, looked contemptuously, and patted his chest: "My Highness has always been magnanimous."

Dongfang Yu lazily leaned back on the chair, sat comfortably, and said with a smile: "Well, even if you are not a villain among princes, but this painting of yours... I can't see where your sincerity lies!"

"Miss, miss..." Rouge nervously tugged at Dongfangyu's sleeve, pointed to the broken painting in her mouth, and whispered: "Feng... His Highness Sixth is a famous calligrapher and painter in Dongcheng. It is an honor to own his paintings."

"Oh?" Dongfang Yu straightened his body, staring at the ridiculous Feng Yu in front of him with a half-smile: "So, this broken painting is a mountain of silver?"

Rouge nodded vigorously, and approached her ear with a voice like a mosquito's chirping: "The Sixth Highness usually paints, and never mentions words on paintings, but now he actually mentions words on this painting; this painting is more than worth thousands of dollars .”

Dongfangyu raised his eyebrows, stared at Yanzhi with a smile, and said slowly: "Haven't you been living in seclusion all the time? How do you know this?"

Yan Zhi immediately lowered her head, her face blushed, and said in a low voice: "Yes... I heard what Brother Cheng said."

Dongfangyu smiled slightly when he heard the words, his eyes fell on Feng Yu, and after a long while, he said leisurely: "Since this broken painting is a mountain of silver, Yan Zhi, you can reluctantly put away the mountain of silver." She paused Suddenly, his gaze drifted past Feng Yu's ecstatic peach blossom eyes: "For the sake of your sincerity, I will reluctantly give you something... Well, go back and soak in ice water for a long time, and then pour these things into hot water. You soak it for another half a day, and the dark and shiny ink on your body can be washed off."

Feng Yu secretly bit the root of his teeth, took the things she handed over, thought for a while, frowned and said: "Then what about the ghost on my face? Can I wash it off together?"

Yan Yan waved his hand with a smile in Oriental language, blinked his bright and clear eyes, and said with a sweet smile: "That turtle... egg! It must be absolutely... It can't be washed off! A broken painting can be exchanged for a body as white as jade Tsk tsk, Your Highness, don't you think this deal is worth it?"

"Ugly girl, you lied to me!" Feng Yu squinted his long and narrow peach eyes and stared at her fiercely. There were clusters of flames in his black pupils. If the flames could really burn people, Dongfang Yu would probably have been burned to ashes. There is ashes left.

"Huh?" She looked at him with a smile, and made a gesture to snatch the thing that was handed to him just now: "I don't think it's too little, that's good, please return the original; Rouge..."

Feng Yu heard that she was slightly proud and definitely elongated her voice on purpose, asking the maid to exchange the painting in her bosom back into the bag, immediately twitched the corners of her mouth, exhaled and inhaled heavily secretly, and then squeezed out his own Thinking the most dog-legged smile, flatteringly said: "A lot, a lot, a painting and a bag are just right, just right!" Tuck it into your bosom and hide it, lest Dongfang Yu suddenly change his mind and come back to barter.

"Ah, that's it, you don't have any objections, you don't feel it's a loss, do you?" Dongfang Yu slowly blew on the smoky hot tea, glanced at his hands tightly covering the skirt of his clothes, and said coolly: "Then hurry up Go soak in ice water! If you don’t soak in another hour, I’m worried that the pitch-black ink may cover your jade-white skin forever.”

(End of this chapter)