deep palace cold girl

Chapter 37

Calligraphy and paintings hung on half of the walls, each of which was of the highest quality, but they were not signed.

Could it be that Lian Chengzhi did it all?Slightly frowning, I snorted, how could such a cruel and cruel person make such gentle and delicate paintings.

A picture of spring mountains and autumn waters is drawn with delicate and soft strokes and thick light ink. It cannot be completed without great patience and care.

I can't help admiring the painters, the former master of Muyang Palace was also good at painting, and Sister Jigeng was his high apprentice.

The master said that the highest state of painting is to see the heart through painting, and the unity of spirit and form is the highest state of painting.

The emotions expressed in this painting are vividly painted, with gentle brushstrokes, and every outline is full of tenderness.

After sighing, I can’t help but feel disappointed. I regret that I didn’t learn painting from my master at that time. If I was serious, maybe I can make such a high-quality painting now. I don’t have to just scribble graffiti, which is unsightly. Brother Ling called it a child playing with mud , a mess.

Walking towards the desk, there are all kinds of precious paper inkstones and brushes on it, which are very delicate.

There are also a few graffiti handwriting, pick it up and look at it, it is exactly the same as the handwriting on the painting.

Could it be that the painting was really made by Lian Chengzhi?I raised my eyebrows, slightly surprised.

Under the paper inkstone are several sheets of flipped drawing paper, ink stains can be seen faintly.

Seeing that Lian Chengzhi was still missing, he was curious and couldn't help but secretly flip through it.

Looking at the drawing paper, it is my portrait?

My heart tightened, and I hurriedly backed away, as if the beautiful woman in the painting had become a ghost.

Lian Chengzhi actually drew my portrait?

In the painting, I am smiling alluringly and enchantingly. I am dressed in a blood-colored wedding dress, and I actually look like a big wedding night!It was the only time I smiled at him.

The irony is that the corners of the woman's lips are stiff, which shows that the smile is not sincere.

I suddenly realized that I was so stupid, my mind, how could someone as shrewd as Lian Chengzhi not know?
Knowing that I deliberately wanted to make him drunk, but still drank the wine, what was on earth?
Could it be that he already knew that the wine was poisonous, so he drank it on purpose to set the blame on me so that he could find an excuse to punish me?
A cold heart, full of anger.

Guess, who in this mansion would dare to hurt Lian Chengzhi just to blame me?Except himself!
But he shook his head again, not sure, if Lian Chengzhi really wanted to take revenge on me, with his power, there was absolutely no need to do this kind of trick, he could punish me and torture me openly.

Confused, I don't know what kind of conspiracy it is.

"I don't know what Shang'er thinks of this king's painting?"

Confused, I was startled and turned around to look at the door.

Liancheng smiled coldly and leaned against the door, holding a scroll in his hand.

Seeing me frightened, like a cat seeing a mouse, its eyes are full of interest.

I couldn't help but backed away, feeling terrified of this man. I had already understood his cruelty and ruthlessness.

He walked towards me with graceful steps like a cheetah, approaching me step by step, until I had no way to retreat, and stuck to the bookshelf behind me.

Seeing my uncontrollable trembling, his eyes darkened, and he laughed mockingly.

"Princess, it seems that I am very afraid of this king... Is this king so frightening?"

Attached to my ear, he asked lightly, the warm breath blowing on the neck made me shudder.

Not daring to breathe loudly, his heart beating wildly, his weak body finally couldn't support it, and slid down softly.

But he grabbed me just in time and pulled me into his arms. I wanted to struggle, but there was nothing I could do.

Thick fingertips slid across my face, he looked at me coldly, his eyes were like sharp knives, piercing into my blood and bones.

"It seems that Shang'er's body hasn't recovered yet, how can he let himself be so weak, so, how can this king do it..."

He smiled like a devil, and he was cold and cold. The hint in his words made me shiver even more, and I looked at him in horror.

I can't do anything... What does he want to do to me?
"I'm going to the palace to meet the Queen Mother tomorrow. Your appearance really makes people feel distressed. However, the Queen Mother doesn't like weak women, and my king's concubine is not allowed to be weak. Should Shang'er know what will happen tomorrow?"

I kept silent, lowered my eyes, he was warning me, can't I embarrass him tomorrow?

I suddenly laughed, stretched out my hand with difficulty, broke away the palm he was caressing me, and withdrew from his embrace.

Looking up at him, I found the loss and struggle in his eyes that were too late to hide.

Shaking his head slowly, denying what he saw, such a cold man would not show that weak expression.

"My lord, my concubine will do my best tomorrow, so that I won't lose face. Even if it's not for anything else, I will do it for my Tianshu Kingdom, for..." Brother Ling!

I didn't dare to say the following words, because I saw his face suddenly changed color, so gloomy, so condensed, staring at me viciously.

My heart ached slightly, thinking of brother Ling's appearance like this.

When I am in pain, Lian Chengzhi will also be in pain, this is the consequence of taking that pill.

He smiled, looked at me mockingly, and said, "Mu Qingshang, in the future, do you dare to think that any man other than this king will never make it easier for you! Don't take chances, every thought of yours, every single one of your thoughts, will never make it easier for you! My thoughts, I will know, and I have to control them! The poison of love, we are destined to be entangled, do you know, whenever you think of others, my heart will ache..."

He lowered his eyes slowly, and the sadness flashed on his handsome and evil face, which quickly disappeared.

Slowly closing his eyes, he tried his best to resist the urge to scream.

This domineering man controls my body, even my heart and thoughts.

What is the joy in such a life?

Tears were falling down, I laughed miserably, looked at him, and asked weakly: "I don't know, my lord, why are you looking for a concubine?"

He turned around and walked to the chair in front of the desk to sit down, no longer looking at me, he put the painting scroll in his hand on the table, and whispered: "Do you want to see this painting? This king has wanted to show it to you for a long time. You, It's time to understand."

Not understanding the meaning of his words, I looked up at him, and saw that he took out another scroll from the hidden compartment of the bookshelf.

(End of this chapter)