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Chapter 83
The stranger who suddenly appeared had a hoarse voice and a mask on his face, which was different from Yan Jiaoran's gorgeousness and exquisiteness. It was a pale ghost mask, wearing gray and black clothes, he looked like a ghost It seemed that the average lady in the boudoir would have screamed in fright.

But Zhao Wanqing is not an ordinary Miss Qianjin at all, she is not even moved at all, holding the paintbrush firmly in her hand, the outline of a character is quickly outlined when the brush walks between dragons and snakes: "You are here .”

The owner with a hoarse voice approached Zhao Wanqing, and saw that the characters in her brush gradually became clear: "Are you actually drawing this man?"

"Didn't you ask me why I was obsessed with him before? It's like the brothers and sisters in the capital, who obviously already have beautiful wives and concubines at home, but they still want to move when they see other women... so many people bow down to me Under the rich talent and beautiful appearance, but when he looks at me, he only regards me as Yun Roujia's distant cousin, and there is no sinister or evil meaning in his eyes."

As Zhao Wanqing said, she added a pair of eyes to the figure on the drawing paper: "Look, no matter how superb my drawing skills are, I can't draw one percent of the charm of this man's real eyes. Those eyes are almost invisible. Putting anyone in—I've often thought how truly unique it would be to be looked at with that whole heart."

After listening to Zhao Wanqing's words, the ghostly face said: "So what you can't get is the best?"

Zhao Wanqing raised her peach eyebrows: "This sentence sounds a bit harsh, but... the reason is the same."

The ghost-masked man snorted, "So now he's someone else's, and you can't get it even more, so you think he's better?"

As soon as these words came out, the ghost-faced figure moved violently, and where he was standing, a brush that had been thrown down rolled on the ground, stained with ink, and smeared all over the ground: "What? Turned into anger from embarrassment!? "

"Don't try to provoke me! That woman... that woman deserves death! How dare she touch my things... One day I will cut off her hands and feet that have touched him!" Zhao Wanqing gritted her teeth.

"Really?" The ghost-masked man's voice came out through the mask, in a low voice, "But you don't have the capital to entangle these little loves. Don't forget your identity."

"Of course I know that!" Zhao Wanqing quickly interrupted the ghost-masked man, "The throne of Jin is very important, if I enter the palace of Prince Jin, can it be different?"

"That was in the past," the ghost-masked man said, stretching out a hand, and Zhao Wanqing's just-painted portrait was absorbed into his hand, and as his five fingers closed, the drawing paper was gradually squeezed into a Tuan, "Since King Jin already has a concubine, I won't let you spend more time and energy on going the way of King Jin."

"But...!" Zhao Wanqing's face changed when she heard the words, but she was very unwilling. After all, apart from the unspeakable purpose, she really admired King Jin.Whether it's Prince Jin's cold-bloodedness, ruthlessness, or that aura that makes people shy away from him - just thinking about it makes her feel hot all over her body!This is the real man!It is not comparable to those white-faced boys who only know how to recite poems and watch flowers and birds!
"No but! You don't have the right to refuse - what we need is not a person who only knows about love and love and is blinded by jealousy!" The ghost-masked man coldly interrupted Zhao Wanqing.

Zhao Wan was cold and unstoppable.

The slender fingers hidden in the wide sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and Zhao Wanqing forced a smile on his face: "...so you are..."

"Just to remind you, the 'knife' in your hand is very sharp, it was supposed to be used to kill enemies, but now you almost let your 'knife' be destroyed because of a small 'bug'— —Your master is very angry when he finds out about this, if something like this happens again, next time your master will personally come to 'teach' you!"

Zhao Wanqing was really frightened this time, she was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl after all: "...Understood." After she finished speaking, she turned around and made a gesture of seeing off the guests—this is what the ghost-masked man used to do. Zhao Wanqing felt it was a shame!But she couldn't beat him at all, and she would definitely ask for something from him in the future, so she could only swallow her anger.

Seeing that Zhao Wanqing agreed, the ghost-masked man took out two things from his arms and threw them into Zhao Wanqing's arms, and then disappeared as ghostly as when he came, leaving only a pile of ashes of the portrait on the ground. there is none left.

Zhao Wanqing stared blankly at the place where the pile of ashes was married, and after a long while, she lowered her head to look at the things in her arms.

"Miss? Are you there?" Ziling gently knocked on the door with a plate of candied fruit and honey tea that Zhao Wanqing liked very much.

"come in."

Zi Ling heard the words and opened the door and went in, and saw her young lady standing in front of the window splashing ink, the breeze outside the window blowing the magnolia petals falling, and the magnolia flowers in her pen were also blooming gorgeously.

"Miss's paintings are really good!" Ziling doesn't know how to appreciate these, but as long as it is from her own lady, it must be the best. "By the way, miss, I met the young master when the slave came over just now."

"...What's wrong with brother?" Zhao Wanqing looked calm and breezy.

"The young master is asking about Hongyan again, and he said why Hongyan's wind chill hasn't healed after such a long time, should he go see a doctor again. The young master really cares about Hongyan." Ziling said I couldn't help but feel a little sour.

"...Ah, Shangxin is it..." Zhao Wanqing unconsciously clenched the small medicine bottle in her arms when she heard the words.

Before giving the organized reward and punishment system to Butler Yun'an, Yan Jiaoran took this information to Xiangtaiyuan.Although the system wizard assured that there would be absolutely no problems, that was why Yan Jiaoran was worried.

Now that King Jin has reminded himself to be careful not to do something that looks "weird" to others, he should pay more attention.

As for showing these things to the King of Jin... Yan Jiaoran felt that it was only right to hand over the affairs of the backyard to the women in the backyard—she really couldn't imagine that the King of Jin would deal with a bunch of trivial matters. The look of thinking hard about small things.

It wasn't that Yan Jiaoran was joking, looking at King Jin's appearance, maybe he didn't know the names of those little maids who were in charge of the night watch at night.

Thinking of this, Yan Jiaoran suddenly felt a strange sense of pride coming out of nowhere.

(End of this chapter)