Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 99 Chang Sheng, Xuan Yue apologizes to you today (6)

"The emperor is painting paintings inside. If you rush in, be careful not to upset the emperor." Chong Lin warned her sternly: "If there is anything wrong, please tell me first."

Chang Sheng stabilized his thoughts, he was indeed too unsteady just now.

Chonglin is the most capable subordinate around Yingchen, he has a quick mind, so naturally he can't reveal his flaws to make him suspicious.

She paused, then said: "I remember, the emperor didn't seem to have a headache for a long time, and this servant is afraid that he will have a headache and endures it, so I want to give him a massage."

"This matter?" Chong Lin teased: "It's a good thing that the emperor doesn't have a headache."

"But... don't you think that the emperor has changed recently? Besides, the emperor has recently asked for a list from Luohui Palace?"

When mentioning Luohui Palace, Chong Lin's face darkened, as if Chang Sheng asked something that should not be asked: "The emperor's complexion has improved a lot recently, when the imperial doctor came to check his pulse, he said that the emperor's health is getting better and better. Well, apart from her body getting better, nothing has changed. Also, the emperor will no longer use the Luohui Palace, the Luohui Palace has been sealed, so don't ask any more questions from now on. "

"... Has it been sealed?"

I still feel something is wrong in my heart, Changsheng still doesn't trust Chonglin enough.

Even if Yingchen is reborn, then he is also his original master, how can he feel it?
Separated by a palace wall, the emperor drew in ink and pen, piously and earnestly outlining the outline of the bright red dress.

The fine gold patterns are vivid in his brushstrokes. The woman is leaning on the chair, holding a round fan in her hand, her brows are slightly frowned, her appearance is not very happy, but it makes people feel pitiful.

How much you like it, how much you have to imprint the appearance of a person in your mind, can you draw such a realistic portrait.

Ying Chen moved his gaze upwards, staring deeply at the face of the woman in the painting.

It is no different from the person standing outside the door, with exactly the same eyebrows and eyes, but the person in the painting looks melancholy and always unhappy.

The emperor raised his eyes, staring at the blurred outline outside, hiding the heart that was about to overflow from the corners of his eyes and brows in his eyes, and carefully rolled up the painting in his hands.

Chang Sheng was restless and felt that something was wrong, so the door opened, and when he looked up, the emperor stood indifferently in front of the door, looking at her displeased.

She thumped in her heart, "Greetings to the emperor."

"Twittering, there's no courtesy at all." The accusation from above made Chang Sheng's neck shrink back, and the boulder hanging in his heart fell down.

Sure enough, I was just thinking too much, maybe it was the dead soldiers passing by the emperor's side.

Ying Chen looked at her evilly, as if he was relieved to see her like this, his eyes flickered slightly, flashed past Lonely quickly, and handed the scroll in her hand: "This painting is placed on the Cangyue Pavilion , calm down and place it properly, order people to apply it every day, and there must be no mistakes."

"Yes..." Qu Changsheng replied waxy.

Ying Chen turned around, remembered something, looked sideways at her, and told her, "Don't open it."

The tone seemed like if she dared to open it, he would take her skin off.

That being said, Chang Sheng was not interested in this painting at first, but after he reminded her so emphatically, she was really interested.

When she lowered her eyes, a faint redness seeped in, her brows were wrinkled, and she had no desire to open it at all.

Sure enough, Ying Chen likes red, even the painting is red.

She still remembered that in her previous life, she wore many red phoenix robes to please him.

...Wait, the red phoenix robe?
With a thump in her heart, looking at the painting, she had the urge to open it again.

What if the scenery is fine, what if, what if this is her wearing a phoenix robe?
(End of this chapter)