Concubine often travels through: the magic doctor and ugly concubine

Chapter 45 Painting of the Palace ([-])

"Okay! This king promises you!" He wanted to see what an exquisite picture she could draw!

Zuo Junyao didn't value his promise, but instead asked Mo Jingli: "How about a woman who dares to ask the emperor?"

Mo Jingli suddenly felt that this woman was much more interesting than the rumors, but unfortunately, she was a no-nonsense woman.

"Okay, I also promise you, if you draw well, I will issue a divorce edict on the spot, allowing you two to dissolve the engagement!"

Zuo Junyao said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, King Rui for fulfilling the mission!" She just wanted their words!
"Then what colors and pens and paper do you need? I will ask the palace servants to prepare immediately."

"Minnv has prepared her own pen, please the emperor give Minnv a piece of paper for drawing."

"Miss Zuo", just after Zuo Junyao finished speaking, Mo Zhanyang spoke again, "It's really not worth seeing just painting. I'm afraid the emperor and all the adults will find it boring. I don't know if there are other things to do during the time you are painting." arrange?"

This man is really difficult!At this point, he still tried to make things difficult for her!
But she, Zuo Junyao, is not a vegetarian either!

"His Royal Highness King Rui, don't be impatient. Your Majesty, how about the Minnv present a song to relieve the Emperor and all the adults! It's just that the Minnv's song is composed by herself, and no one else can accompany it. How about a Minnv singing a cappella? "

At this time, a palace official brought up a square table, on which a large sheet of rice paper was placed.

Zuo Junyao walked slowly to the table while asking Mo Jingli for his opinion.

"Oh? You can make up your own songs? Sing it for me!" Mo Jingli seemed in a good mood. He sat on the dragon chair with great interest, and was going to see how she sang while painting. What kind of tune, what kind of painting to make.

Mo Zhanyang scoffed at this, he didn't believe that she could make any amazing paintings, and as for singing, it was even less worth listening to.

He had never heard her sing anything.

"That folk girl will show her shame." After Zuo Junyao finished speaking, she took out a pen from her sleeve.

"what is that?"

"Is that the 'pen' she was talking about?"

"That's too short! It's a bit different from a brush! There's no hair on the tip!"

"Where is the ink she needs?"

After seeing the contest she presented, everyone started talking about it.

Zuo Junyao took out the pen, and heard the discussion of the crowd, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

This pen is the "ink pen" she made herself after she came here, but the current one has been improved.

She used an ink stick to cut a thin cylinder as a refill, and placed it in a hollow pen barrel, similar to a modern pencil, but the refill is softer than that of a pencil, but it is used for writing and drawing In this closed ancient period, it has a special flavor.

Mo Jiuxiao naturally also saw the pen in her hand, and the light in his eyes was even brighter.

This woman, every time he saw her, she would bring him surprises and freshness.

What kind of treasure did his imperial brother miss!

But Mo Zhanyang, the hero of Time, doesn't think so.

He glanced at it disdainfully, and thought to himself: It's just grandstanding.

Zuo Zhishan frowned as he watched his eldest daughter bargaining with Emperor Dayan and King Rui in a natural manner on the stage.

He found that he couldn't understand his daughter more and more.

Now, his daughter, who has never drawn any outstanding paintings since she was a child, actually wants to draw with a thing she calls a "pen" at the palace banquet, and sings a song she made up while painting. The daughter seemed less and less like the talentless and faceless daughter he had raised since childhood.

Could it be that he had ignored her for too long before, so he felt that she looked a little strange now?
Mo Jingli on the dragon chair obviously showed great interest.

He even looked forward to seeing the pictures she drew with that strange pen.

But obviously, what made him feel more exciting was yet to come.

(End of this chapter)