The Regent Does Not Give Up

After sending Yun Qingyao off, Yun Ruoleng told Peach Blossom to prepare the items she bought yesterday.

Yun Ruoleng felt that he was very, very poor, so he had to make more money from painting. With enough money, he could open a painting exhibition, and with that he would have money, it would continuously pour into his bag.

Let her conquer the ancients with modern paintings!

And the person who had been interested in her recently was an ancient person, Jun Qingshang, who was sitting at a table with a black clothed person kneeling below him, reporting to him.

Jun Qingshang frowned from time to time, and after the black-clothed man finished speaking, he said: "This time, this king will go with you.

"Yes sir!"

"Go down." Jun Qingshang waved his hand, his gaze turned towards the window, the brush in his hand suddenly disappeared, followed by a low shout from outside the window.

Jun Qingshang did not care about the people outside being injured at all, as she spat out cold words: "Why are you still not rolling in?"

"Mistress." An Yue climbed in from the window, supporting himself with one hand while rubbing his shoulder, he secretly thought about whether he should apply for a different job, to be trained and trained by his master everyday, it must be really tiring!

"Not good enough." Jun Qingshang's face was covered in a layer of frost, "If there's a next time, I'll directly cripple him."

"..." "Yes." An Yue shivered. Oh my god! What kind of master did he meet? How brutal.

"How are things over there today?" Jun Qingshang smiled, his voice still cold.

An Yue could not help but shiver and quickly became serious, telling her everything that Yun Ruoleng had done today.

When Jun Qingshang heard that, his eyes revealed thoughts, and he chuckled for a while: "Interesting. Keep an eye on them, report back at any time. "

"Yes sir!" An Yue nodded his head, holding onto his waist as he walked out step by step.

Jun Qingshang could not bear to see such a wronged look appearing on his face. He said lazily: "I'll count to three, if you don't disappear from my sight, you have to bear the consequences!"

An Yue was shocked, as he ran out of the room.

Jun Qingshang, "..."

He knew that this brat was just pretending. Although it was a little dishonest, it was still very efficient in handling things, and in the past few days, he had discovered one of his skills, and that was: gossiping, letting him keep an eye on Yun Ruoleng, was indeed a good choice.

The corner of Jun Qingshang's mouth raised slightly, and read Yun Ruoleng's name silently in his heart. He did not like her, but was curious, curious as to what kind of woman this woman was.

The more he observed, the more he found this woman to be interesting.

When night fell, Yun Ruoleng finally finished a picture of a "rich peony". Her entire body was tired and she laid on a chair.

"He seems to be lacking something …" After Yun Ruoleng drank a mouthful of water, his expression gradually relaxed, alleviating his fatigue. When he looked at the drawing again, his brows were knitted slightly.

Peach Blossom who was at the side did not dare to disturb her. However, when she saw her young miss's headache, she could not help but mutter, "Miss, this is clearly a very perfect painting. Look at this peony flower, it looks like it's real!" His tone was filled with pride. His young mistress was truly amazing, she could look so good just by painting.

Yun Ruoleng did not care about Peach Blossom, his fingers continuously groping for the picture. He felt that he was missing something, so he waved his hand to let Peach Blossom go, he lowered his head and continued to study the picture in his hands.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Yun Ruoleng still could not tell where the problem was with the drawing. Just as he was prepared to call Peach Blossom in, a sharp dagger was placed on her neck. Yun Ruoleng's heart tensed up, and pretended to be calm as he asked: "When did you come over?"

The person behind him did not speak, and the dagger in his hand moved closer to his neck, causing Yun Ruoleng to subconsciously fall backwards, falling into a broad chest.

A faint smell of blood assaulted his nose. Yun Ruoleng was startled, and asked: "You're injured?"

The person behind him did not say anything, but the hand holding the knife paused. Yun Ruoleng did not say anything loudly, afraid that the Peach Blossom would be attracted, and at that time, not only would he be in danger, even Peach Blossom would also be in danger.

"Let go of me," Yun Ruoleng said in a low voice. "I'll help you bandage your wound, don't worry, I won't call anyone over."

"Why should this sovereign believe you?" A hoarse voice came from behind Yun Ruoleng.

Yun Ruoleng raised his hand and moved the daggers that were flickering with a cold light on his neck: "Look, there are only two women in our courtyard, and this courtyard is so remote, that even if I scream, not to mention if they can't hear me, even if they hear me, before you come here, you can definitely kill them with one strike, right?"

"Besides, we have no enmity between us. If I help you to bandage your wounds, you still owe me a favor, right?" Yun Ruoleng's words were indifferent, he did not seem to be afraid, but his heart was a little nervous.

"You're smart." The man was silent for a long time. Finally, he put away the dagger in his hand.

After Yun Ruoleng gained his freedom, he quickly fled far away. His sixth sense told her that this man was not to be trifled with.

"Didn't you say that you would treat this sovereign's wounds?" Even though the man's face was covered, his pair of seductive beautiful eyes s could still make women scream.

"I … I'll ask my maid to prepare some hot water. Don't worry, I won't say anything." Yun Ruoleng quickly reopened his eyes, cursing himself for being so useless, to think that he would be captivated by those eyes.

"I believe you." A trace of ridicule flashed past the man's beautiful eyes, but in a flash, Yun Ruoleng was distracted and did not notice it at all.

He believed in himself? Yun Ruoleng was also stunned for a moment.

But looking at this man, Yun Ruoleng smiled slightly, he probably believed in his own strength. The moment she had the intention to act unscrupulously, the scythe of death would come crashing down from her head before she could say anything else.

Yun Ruoleng did not say much. She only turned around and opened the door, and then ordered Peach Blossom who had just came over: "Quick, go get a pot of hot water."

The man quietly looked at Yun Ruoleng's figure and secretly went on guard. However, he felt his vision blur, and the things in front of him started to double up. Even the figure of the woman had changed from one to two or three.

Countless question marks flashed through Peach Blossom's mind, but all she saw was the door slam shut in front of her.

Why was her young mistress so popular? Did he figure out the problem with the painting?

"Yes, miss, I'll go right away." Peach Blossom's voice was somewhat happy as she excitedly ran out, all she wanted to do was to hurry up and bring in hot water to see how the young mistress handled the painting.

After Yun Ruoleng finished giving orders, he turned around and said, "Look, I am... Hm? Dizzy? "