Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

After drawing here for almost a day, she felt her body almost stiff.

At the moment when qiuluo saw the painting, a faint light spread in his eyes.

It's like seeing something you shouldn't see.

Shocked and at a loss.

She had known that long Song painting skills were good, but she had never seen it with her own eyes.

If it wasn't for today, I'm afraid she hasn't had a chance to see the paintings of long song.

The painting is really good.

But after the shock, the rest, is the heart biting pain.

Looking at the unattractive long song of dye, she is by brother Heng's side day by day. Has she done a lot of painting for brother Heng in private?

She doesn't mind the general portrait.

But portrait, absolutely not.

As long as qiuluo thinks of the people in front of him, he is likely to have such a mind, and he can't help but start rejecting.

She has to do something to change that.

"In the past, when you were in the palace, did you often help brother Heng draw pictures?" Qiuluo asked slowly.

Dye a long song, heart thump.

I don't think it's good to listen to this tone.

Hastily denied, "no, the maidservant has only served the emperor for several days, and is not qualified to help the emperor portrait."

She has tried her best to blur her identity, that is, she does not want the princess to continue to entangle this issue.

This is not a good thing for her.

She didn't want to continue to make enemies in this palace.

Qiuluo slowly smile.

It's a high sounding thing to say.

Unfortunately, it depends on whether she really believes it.

"I didn't draw before. It's a pity that brother Heng has never seen your painting skills." Qiu Luo has a tone of regret.

Look in the eyes, but already completely different.

What do you want to do?

Dye long song already felt very tired.

Tired of coping.

"The status of the maid in the past is not convenient, and it will be even more inconvenient in the future. If you need it, the maid can always help you draw it."

That's what qiuluo is waiting for.

Sure enough, when she heard this sentence, the smile on her face appeared, "well, dye long song, you and I are familiar in the past, I am also bored in this palace alone, you might as well move out and live here with me, how about?"

"In this way, it will be more convenient for me to have people paint for me. On weekdays, you can talk when you have nothing to do. "

"I'll report back to brother Heng later. Brother Heng is so familiar with you that he will certainly agree with you, don't you?"

Qiu Luo smiles innocently.

But such a smile, falling in her eyes dyed with long songs, is a knife at all.

In every moment of her heart.

Everywhere there is an infinite calculation.

"Niang, the maids live in the place where the Empress Dowager lives. It was ordered by the old empress dowager herself. Please forgive me for being incompetent and not to brush the Empress Dowager's face."

The emperor couldn't hold down qiuluo.

But the Empress Dowager can.

That's what she said on purpose.

Qiu Luo behind the words, immediately blocked by her back.

I can't say a word.

His face was stiff and he said, "well. What you said is to the end. After all, the Empress Dowager likes you very much. "

"Wrong, you didn't go with her."

"Thank you for your sympathy."

In this place, she didn't want to stay any longer. The portrait was finished.