Beauty As Poison

After a two-day rest, Yun Qingrao finally regained her spirit. She had her brush, ink, paper and inkstone ready. She closed her eyes and thought about his master's portrait.

Her paintings are unique, not to mention a person who has been with her for so many years.

Each stroke seems to contain countless complex emotions.

This person is the master who raised her. She is like a teacher and a father to her. In Yun Qingrao's heart, she always has such a position that she can't give up.

Gong Liuyu sits beside her, helping her adjust ink.

His eyes fell on the painting, and the man in the picture stood there with his back in his blue robe as if he were going to come out of the painting.

His mind suddenly moved: "ah Rao, you have never painted me!"

Yun Qingrao hands a meal, turned his head to smile at him: "that's not easy, when I finish painting, I'll give you painting immediately!"

"Good!"

Gong Liuyu was immediately satisfied and looked at the man's eyebrows carefully. The picture of Cheng spruce looked about thirty years old. Although he could not see his age on his face, his temperament was calm and dignified.

As long as he stands there, it gives people a light pressure and makes people involuntarily quiet down.

Just, that book of gas, but in the eyebrow that wipe red cinnabar mole rendering, more than a touch of evil four.

He was a slender man, with a wisp of white hair hidden between his black hair and his angular cheek. He could not tell the age of each other.

However, when Yun Qingrao was three years old, Cheng pichan had already taken her over and raised her. Now, Yun Qingrao's original body has been in her twenties. In the past 20 years, this person should be at least 40 or 50 years old.

Unfortunately, there is no trace of old age in the painting.

Maybe it's because Yun Qingrao saw her when she was a child, but there is a big gap between her and normal people.

But this point, cloud Qingrao obviously did not notice.

"Ah Rao, can you find out that your master is too young?"

Yun Qingrao's painting hand suddenly stops.

"What do you mean?"

"When your master adopted you, you were well-known. Otherwise, the emperor would not let you go!"

The clouds frowned.

"So I'm sure that at that time, your master will be at least 20 years old or even 30 years old. When are you painting your master?"

Yun Qingrao lowered her head: "it was my appearance when I was 13 years old!"

"Even then, your master should have been in his thirties or even in his forties."

"Why, what's wrong? Maybe my master was born like this!"

This statement was also explained clearly, but ten years later, he wanted to verify it only when he really met her master.

Perhaps, Yun Qingrao's master is not an ordinary person at all.

"Well, the portrait is ready. Take these out. I don't believe my master will not appear when he sees this, or..."

Her eyes sank slightly, but she couldn't. She could only use that method.

"Come on, bring ling'er here!"

Outside immediately there is a servant girl to report, not too much time, Cheng ling'er walked in with a face of curiosity.

She quietly lowered her head and walked in, some curiously looking at the cloud Qingrao: "empress, don't know what to do to find ling'er?"

Cheng ling'er looks respectful, but there is no previous fear.

"Ling'er, do you want to see someone?"

"What?"

"The man who taught you those medical skills and gave you to the woman!"

Cheng ling'er instantly widens his eyes, and his eyes are full of surprise: "I think, ling'er hasn't seen him for so many years, and ling'er also wants to see his own father!"

Her voice was a little lost and she could not help but lower her head: "there must be many reasons why he left ling'er behind at that time."

"But he's missing now, and I'd love to see him too!"

Ling'er looks puzzled. I don't know what Yun Qingrao means.

After all, Yun Qingrao's identity is still the daughter of the prime minister's mansion. There will be no one who will connect her with the long princess who has died.

"Don't get me wrong. It's just that the person has a special identity. The emperor has some important things to do."

"No, it's just, what does your mother want ling'er to do?"

Yun Qingrao was silent for a moment: "pretend to be missing!"

This sentence let Ling Er Leng Leng Leng, but she also understood the meaning of cloud Qingrao, only hesitated and nodded to agree.

Then, Yun Qingrao directly gave her an errand, let her go out of the city to replace her to go to the temple outside the city for incense, and then naturally, played a big missing drama.

The news of Cheng ling'er's accident soon spread throughout the Imperial City under the influence of Yun Qingrao. She waited anxiously in the palace while she went to deal with another matter.That is the hundred miles from the Mo, in this period of time, has almost arrived at the imperial city.

But more than half a month has passed, but there is no news about her master.

Yun Qingrao completely cold heart, also know her master's mind.

She did so many things in order to lead him out, and the other party should have known what she thought.

If she doesn't come out, it means that her master doesn't want to see her at all.

Sitting in the palace, the cloud tilts Rao to support chin to sigh.

The shadow below carefully reported the recent situation in the capital city, and confirmed that no suspicious person was found.

"Empress, if the person you are looking for wears a human skin mask and covers up his identity, how can you find him?"

After all, the appearance and characteristics of the man in the portrait of Yun Qingrao are too obvious. As long as you look at it, you will not forget it. If you don't want others to find out, you will disguise your identity.

Yun Qingrao pondered for a moment, but shook his head: "although I haven't seen you for so many years, I know my master's character. He doesn't like to do that!"

Hearing this, Yingsheng could only nod his head and step back to let people pursue him. He seemed to think of something. He suddenly whispered: "the prince of the hundred li of Beiyi state has brought his team to yutongcheng. He should be able to reach the Imperial City in two days."

She smelled the speech and nodded gently: "OK, you go down!"

Seeing Xu Yingsheng step down, Yun Qingrao feels inexplicably some impetuous.

Knowing that the hundred mile Mo Li is about to come to the Imperial City, Yun Qingrao only feels that some heart is heavy.

Some answers may be known from bailimao, but she can't predict whether the truth is good or bad.

She took a deep breath and gently stroked her abdomen. In less than four months, her baby was about to be born, and she was looking forward to it and worried about it.

I just hope that this period of time can be safely spent.

She just breathed a sigh of relief, and a bright yellow shadow flashed in at the door. Gong Liuyu would come to accompany her every day when she finished handling the government affairs.

Although the place in the palace is not big and beautiful, it is enough as long as it is quiet.

Lin Yuan country over there, this period of time Gong Liuyu has been busy, after all, he did not choose to push the spearhead to Beiyi.

But this has also led to the tense relationship between Tianchong and Linyuan. It seems that as long as one does not pay attention to it, it will trigger a war.

"Ah Yu!"

Yun Qingrao raised her head and saw him frowning, and his face was not pretty.

He was silent and said in a low voice, "ah Rao, Nie Yiming gave me news that emperor Linyuan didn't want to fight at all!"

"So I want to hear what you mean," he said in a low voice

After listening to the cloud, her eyes sank slightly.

"I'm afraid he wanted to do it for a long time, but he didn't have a chance!"

Gong Liuyu did not speak, as if to agree with her conclusion.

Yun Qingrao bowed his head and chuckled: "ah Yu, I won't stop you from doing anything. If you want to do anything, just go ahead and ask me about this kind of thing!"

She stopped and stood up from her seat: "you are the king of a country. Every word I say should be responsible for that sentence, but I can't, so I will stand by your side and support you in the future."

Yun Qingrao's words don't have deep meaning.

But Gong Liuyu also understood her meaning in an instant.

She was telling him to fight if you want.

In the past, Yun Qingrao would have many fears, but now she has figured it out.

There are some things that people in high positions can never escape.

That is, unify the world.

If you are weak and weak once, you will be beaten and bullied next time.

And Yun Qingrao knows that Gong Liuyu will never want to be that bullied person.

"Ah Rao, I know what to do!"

The trace between Gong Liuyu's eyebrows and Yu immediately stretches out and strides to the front of the cloud Qingrao. He droops his eyes, and the brilliance of his eyes is slightly bright.

"Since I had promised Nie Yiming, naturally I would have kept my promise. Although he did something half baked, it was not without effect."

Yun Qingrao knows that he is referring to the Spring Festival.

Although the drug was not necessarily good for her, it also solved the urgent need, at least saved her baby.

As time goes by, the unstable fetal image gradually gets better and better. She really thanks Nie Yiming for this.

Nie Yiming also helped her indirectly.

"It was said at that time that a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!"

"What kind of dead horse, live horse, have you said so?"

Gong Liuyu gently knocked on her head and glared at her fiercely.

When the slender peach blossom eyes were raised, it was with a kind of allure and people's amazing feeling, so that the clouds could not help but immerse themselves in the beauty.She quickly took back her sight and said, "my elder martial brother will come in two days. Prepare well."

"I knew you would mention it. Don't worry. It's already ready. It's just ling'er's side!"

Yun Qingrao couldn't help drooping her eyes: "forget it, even ling'er doesn't care. What can I do? I thought that after all, ling'er was sent by him in those years. There should be some feelings, maybe I think too much!"

Her tone was a little lost: "no matter how many feelings, it is not as long as 13 years on the mountain. He doesn't even care about me. Who else does he care?"

Before the end of her sigh, a small eunuch's report came out of the door: "see empress, there's a carriage parked at the gate of the palace, and a strange person says he wants to see you!"

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