shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 13 Painting Butterflies
Song Qing'an looked calm on the surface, but the other hand under the sleeve was trembling slightly.

No matter how smart she is, she is only 17 years old, and she is always uneasy about these things in her heart.

Pei Qing took Song Qing'an in her arms, but turned her eyes away, and looked out the window again.

"It's boring when the flowers wither in winter."

Pei Qing lazily said, rubbing Song Qing'an's neck with one hand: "Princess, would you like to relieve our family's boredom?"

Song Qing'an said obediently: "Everything depends on Pei's palm print."

"Really?" Pei Qing's movements became softer and his voice lowered, "Then please princess...take off your clothes."

Song Qing'an subconsciously grabbed the hem of the shirt, and after meeting Pei Qing's half-smile eyes, she bit her lips and replied, "Okay."

Pei Qing still gave her a little face, stepped back a few steps, and stopped staring at her.It was also because of this that Song Qing'an discovered that there was a small table on the side with brushes and inkstones and other things on it.

Mostly because Pei Qing was by her side, she didn't notice it.

Song Qing'an suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began to take off her clothes slowly.

The Yuehua brocade, which is hard to come by, was casually thrown on the ground, looking very pitiful.After Song Qingan took off his coat, his movements became slower and slower.

"If the princess doesn't hurry up, it's time to miss the hour."

Pei Qing's soft voice came from behind, Song Qing'an paused, and then threw another piece of clothing on the ground.

After a while of rustling, Song Qingan only had a thin coat left on her body.She was lucky enough to deliberately stop for a few breaths, but remained silent behind her.

Song Qing'an closed his eyes, and put his fingertips on the buttons in front of his body.

Pei Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, her pupils were faint, and looked at the girl in front of the window.

He stands against the light, with his head slightly sideways, and his clothes are half-faded, revealing a smooth back.The line in the middle is hidden under the clothes that have not faded, and a thin red lace is stretched across it, which makes the back even fairer, and the light and shadow outline a soft and beautiful color.

Song Qing'an raised his eyes to look at Pei Qing, he didn't know whether the eyes were pleading or seductive, and the upper hooked tails of the eyes were expressing affection, showing a delicate and pitiful appearance.

"That's it."

Pei Qing finally stepped forward, Wei Liang's fingertips lightly slid across the hollow of his back until it was blocked by the tie.Pei Qing lifted the corners of her lips, and with a flick of her fingertips, she broke the tie directly.

Song Qingan's pupils shrank slightly, and in a daze, a piece of water-red cloth floated leisurely.

The air seemed to be stagnant, Song Qingan didn't say a word, but pink gradually appeared from his shoulders to his cheeks, and the tips of his ears were red.Pei Qing murmured in satisfaction: "It's much more pleasing to the eye."

Although there was enough charcoal in the warm pavilion, Song Qing'an was still a bit cold for a while with only such thin clothes.But at this time, her face was hot, and even her body was hot from embarrassment.

This was the first time that she really felt ashamed in front of Pei Qing.

Song Qing'an silently bit her lips, her mind was wandering for a while, she didn't know where she was.

Until the cold and numb itching on her back pulled her back.

Pei Qing took the pen and carefully painted on the sphenoid bone.

Song Qingan flinched subconsciously, and then his shoulders were held down.

"Princess, don't move, it won't look good when you spend it."

Pei Qing only pressed lightly as a warning and then withdrew her hand, but Song Qingan froze and did not dare to move again.

Sensing the tense body under the pen tip, Pei Qing chuckled lightly.

There was no cover in front of the window, so if someone passed by and looked up, they could catch a glimpse of Song Qing'an's figure at a glance.

Song Qing'an felt apprehensive, but the person behind him was not in a hurry.Although Song Qing'an couldn't see how he painted, he could feel how slow the people behind him were.

Pei Qing lowered her eyelashes, and half of her butterfly wings were just opening on the tip of her pen.The white back is like a fine canvas, and the bright red butterfly wings are unexpectedly harmonious on it, adding a bit of enchantment.

The end of the pen rested on Song Qingan's waist, and Pei Qing murmured, "It's almost..."

After a while, Pei Qing picked up a pen and wrote the word "Qing" on Song Qing'an's waist.

There was a small red mark where the pen was touched before, and Pei Qing rubbed it viciously with her fingertips, causing Song Qing'an to avoid it.

"The flowers in the garden are not as good as this princess."

Pei Qing caressed her slender waist with one hand, touching her skin.Song Qing'an only felt that the palm of his palm was burning hot, as if it could melt her, and even the scent of agarwood became stronger.

"Even the jade waist slave who has long disappeared will reappear for the princess."

She wanted to say something, but her usual audacity seemed to be burnt out by that enthusiasm.

Pei Qing glanced at the burning incense in the corner, and said, "I have to wait a little longer, Princess Lao, or I'll waste it."

Song Qing'an gave a soft "um" and silently gathered the clothes in front of him.The two fell silent for a while, and it was Song Qing'an who spoke again.

"Can Pei's palm print...do me a favor?"

"Huh?" Pei Qing moved her hand up slowly, "Our family thought that helping the princess just once would be enough."

"Tell our family, is it worth it?"

His hand seemed to be using force, Song Qingan snorted lightly, wondering if he was tickled: "...it's worth it."

"With a word from the princess' daughter, our family can rest assured."

Pei Qing withdrew her hand happily: "How can I help?"

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Zhu Yan waited for a long time under Nuan Pavilion, almost to the point that several of the little eunuchs who were guarding here had their backgrounds revealed.She roughly estimated the time, and couldn't help feeling anxious.

The princess has been away for so long, why hasn't she come down yet?
As soon as this idea came up, He Nian came to call her.

"Sister Zhuyan, Lord Palm Print asked my sister to send a pen and paper up."

Zhu Yan climbed up to the third floor and saw that the door was ajar, so she didn't dare to go in directly, but asked outside.

Hearing Pei Qing's response inside, Zhu Yan walked in with his head down.

She didn't expect Pei Qing to be waiting at the door. She didn't come back to her senses until Pei Qing took the pen and paper from her hand.

Before stepping back, Zhuyan raised her head for a hasty glance, her brows furrowed slightly.

Did she read it wrong... Why does it seem that there are princess clothes on the ground?
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Half an hour was about to pass, and all the noble ladies also returned to the Lianfang Pavilion one after another.However, they waited left and right, but Song Qing'an was nowhere to be seen.

"Strange, why hasn't the princess come back yet?"

"Could it be an accident?" Cui Qiaoqiao looked worried, and looked at Liu Qiyun who was above her head, "Ma'am, do you want to send some people to look for it?"

Liu Qiyun sneered in her heart, accident?I'm afraid Song Qing'an was worried about Lu Qi, so he hid it by himself?
"My palace has sent people to guard all the places in the imperial garden. Just wait, if the time comes and the princess has not returned, I will send people to look for it."

All the noble ladies responded, and they faced each other in silence, and they all saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

Liu Qiyun saw these small actions clearly, she was very clear that these noble girls had obviously begun to doubt Song Qing'an.

"I'm late, please forgive me, sisters."

A clear voice sounded outside the pavilion, and Liu Qiyun raised her eyes to look at the person coming.

But seeing Song Qing'an approaching slowly, there were a few more wrinkles in the clothes on his body.

After arriving in the pavilion, Song Qing'an blessed Liu Qiyun, and then said apologetically, "I was tripped by the snow scene on the way, so I was a little late, please don't blame me."

Liu Qiyun made a false smile: "Why, don't mention these things, let me have a look at your poems."

The maids of several people in the seat unfolded the scrolls in their hands in front of everyone one by one, and Liu Qiyun also got down from her seat to look carefully.The three noble girls also approached, only Song Qing'an stood aside, as if staying out of the matter.

"...I love Dongshan most when it clears and then snows, and silver mountains emerge in the soft red light."

Sheng Shining groaned softly, the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed, and he hurriedly searched for the signature.

"Princess! This poem is wonderful!"

Sheng Shining has the reputation of a talented woman, she has always been arrogant, and never praises people's poems easily.However, today Song Qing'an's poem was praised by her so much that several people went to read it for a while.

Cui Qiaoqiao's eyes widened: "Not only that, Sister Sheng, the princess's handwriting is also very good!"

Hearing this, Song Qing'an couldn't help covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

This word... This word is her help from Pei Qing.

　The poems in this article come from Yangwanli's "After the snow and the evening, the four mountains are all green, but Dongshan is all white.Fu Favorite East

　　
　
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