Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

"Don't think that in this imperial garden, you will still have a chance to hurt the lady. I tell you, you are not allowed to do anything except painting."

She didn't want to do anything at all.

If she can, she doesn't want to be involved in anything with Tyrol.

Including portraits!

Dye long song such as is thinking, slowly deep breath, will oneself depressed mood a little discharge some.

Try to control your inner feelings.

"I'm going to paint the lady."

If she had the ability to stand that long.

Dye long song in the bottom of my heart with a bitter smile, helpless.

When I got to the painting table, I found that basically everything was ready.

And the inks she used to use were all ground up and laid out in front of her.

The smell of ink has always been her favorite.

But vaguely, there is another light fragrance in the air.

She didn't know it in the past, but now it can be recognized almost immediately.

It's the smell of powder on qiuluo.

The original very good smell of ink, by the smell of this powder mixed, there is a kind of unspeakable feeling.

Dye long song slightly frown.

The most important thing about painting is peace of mind. It is absolutely impossible for her to be so upset and irritable as she is now.

Even if the person who let her paint is Qiu Luo, she must be able to match the brush she has on her hand.

When ran Changge takes up the brush, he feels a little calmer.

Temporarily a little suppressed that strange mood.

Facing qiuluo, who is tasting tea, is watching the dye song which is not far away from him.

In the moment she bowed her head, qiuluo's mouth showed a smile.

It's back in the back of the chair.

Toward the color moon standing next to a sign.

Caiyue knew it all at once.

Quickly standing in front of, facing the servants on both sides, he said, "go quickly and bring the flowers that have just been prepared. My mother wants to appreciate the flowers."

It's boring to sit and let dye long song portraits. It's better to take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy the flowers.

"Yes, yes, I do." Kneeling on the ground, a row of small maids nodded and retreated in line.

All the potted flowers next to the imperial garden were brought up.

One by one.

There was a row in front of the dye song.

Fortunately, the height of these flowers is not too high.

So it didn't block her view.

Qiuluo is the lady of the imperial concubine. What she wants to say is what she wants to do.

I can only listen and have no right to speak.

As long as you can draw it today.

Dye long song such is to think, so also from time to time to look up at their own very close to the imperial concubine.

However, the princess's every move, dye Changsong heart is basically clear.

But really drawing her is different from the others in her own pen.

Others are just strangers, so I don't feel much at the bottom of my heart.

But this one is the wife of one's beloved.

Thinking like this, let her also bring this emotion into the painting, can't break free at all.

I can only stare at the painting in front of me as much as possible.

Slowly, as the woman on the painting matures, ran Changge looks at qiuluo's face and zooms in front of him.

In the end, it was as if it had been engraved in her mind.

Dyed the canthus of the long song, slightly red two points, seems to be holding on to something.