Traveling through: The down-and-out beauty refuses to be cannon fodder

Chapter 178

Zhu Jianshen thought about it, and decided to do it himself.

He is full of servants here, without maids and nuns.If the maids were transferred from other palaces, it would be too motivating, and it would easily lead to wild guesses.

What's the difference between asking the servant to apply the medicine for her and him doing it himself?It didn't even come right for him.

Anyway, he has nothing to do today, and he is also idle when he is idle.

Zhu Jianshen dipped the medicated oil in a handkerchief, and wiped her neck carefully first.

There are a lot of bruises on the neck, and there are a lot of purple spots oozing blood under the skin.

It is estimated that she was injured when Xu Chun locked her throat last night.

Zhu Jianshen couldn't help feeling aggrieved: "This Xu Chun is too unsympathetic!"

Fang Yuanzhi's neck was long and slender, with a graceful curvature, and the collarbones under the neck were neatly arranged, like an exquisite work of art.

Zhu Jian swallowed deeply, widened her underwear for her, and covered her body with a quilt.

This silly girl didn't even know she was being watched by a man in a daze.

It's really a little careless.

Zhu Jianshen was not ashamed of peeking at her, but rubbed a lot of medicated oil on her arms and back, and also applied medicated oil on the bruises near the ribs on her chest.

She has several wounds on her chest.

Zhu Jianshen's eyes darkened slightly.

This is what I stabbed for her last year.

At that time, her clothes were cut open by a knife, blood flowed from her body, and she was happy.

But she just covered the front of her clothes calmly and started beating herself.

Today, I saw her again, but she fell asleep and didn't respond.

Zhu Jianshen fixed the clothes for her irritably, covered the quilt again, and asked the servant to fetch some suits for her.

After changing her clothes, he avoided Xinuange.

Zhu Jianshen sat in front of the table, let out a long breath, and then picked up his brush and ink, ready to paint.

What he painted was a picture of green pines pressed by snow, with elegant artistic conception and pure heart.

But Fang Yuanzhi's snow-white skin, round shoulders, upturned Xuefeng, slender waist, and pink lips kept flashing in his mind, tormenting him uneasy.

The shocking waist-to-hip ratio and the back as beautiful as a white jade pipa made him stunned for a long time, his blood racing.

Especially with a few scars, it adds some broken beauty, which makes people feel distressed and pity.

Of course, she would have time for him to visit the dormitory of Dongnuange now.It is estimated that she will not wake up for a while.

He is the emperor, and she can't do anything to him afterwards.

But he didn't want to.

It should be said that what happened this morning was somewhat beyond his expectation, and it also disappointed him a little.

It's not that he's not interested in Fang Yuanzhi's body.

It's just that he looks forward to the harmonious resonance of the soul more than the stimulation and joy of the body.

He actually prefers her vivaciousness and all kinds of overt and secret rejections.

He even expected her to punch him with her fist, instead of lying there ignorantly and being tossed about by others.

Even if he can't beat her, he is looking forward to fighting her again.

Such a sunny and majestic woman, occasionally giving him a smiling look is enough to make him feel ecstatic.

Near noon, a painting has not been finished yet.

Zhu Jianshen drank a few cups of cold tea, breathed evenly, and then went to the bedroom of Dongnuange.

Fang Yuanzhi was still sound asleep.Long eyelashes are like beautiful butterflies.

He shook her awake: "It's time for lunch."

Fang Yuanzhi seemed to be extremely exhausted, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and was helped by him to get dressed, but he didn't realize that his underwear had been changed.

When she sat at the dining table, she had to support the table with her hands so as not to collapse.

Fang Yuanzhi only ate half a bowl of porridge, and then went back to catch up on sleep.

After Zhu Jianshen finished his meal, he felt that she still couldn't be made to be so lazy, so he dragged her to Xinuang Pavilion and ordered her to draw a picture with the theme of last night's lantern.

Fang Yuanzhi lazily agreed, with his left hand on his chin and his right hand holding a pen, as if he was thinking hard.

Zhu Jianshen's mood became more at ease, and he concentrated on finishing the picture of cedar in the morning.

When he walked around behind Fang Yuanzhi to look at her paintings, he couldn't laugh or cry.

On the snow-white drawing paper, only four lines of poems were inscribed crookedly:
"I once accompanied the floating clouds to return to Wancui
still accompanied by the sound of the setting sun and autumn

Infinite Danqing hand in the world

A piece of sadness can’t be painted”

Zhu Jianshen looked at Fang Yuanzhi who was sleeping with his eyes closed, paused, and still held her hand, with various paints on the pen, daubing on the drawing paper.

After smearing, he shook Fang Yuanzhi awake:

"Look, your drawing."

Fang Yuanzhi looked over in a daze, only to see a freehand watercolor painting under the poem.

The blue sky is clear, the white clouds are long, and there is some smog between the sky and the earth.There are golden rapeseed flowers in the endless fields, the gurgling green river, and the green willows on the bank.

There is a black-covered boat floating in the river, and it seems that the shaking of the oars can be heard.

Sitting on the bow of the boat was a young girl with a vague face, green hair and white clothes, only a touch of bright red hairband, full of coquettishness.

Fang Yuanzhi felt that this scene seemed a little familiar, but the first thing she realized was that Zhu Jianshen was bending over and half hugging him, his face was next to her ear.

Fang Yuanzhi didn't immediately comment on the painting, but calmly reached out to dip in the paint, then wiped Zhu Jianshen's face with his backhand, and then burst out laughing.

Zhu Jianshen's phoenix eyes stared slightly, and he quickly reacted, laughing angrily.He simply threw away the paintbrush, dipped his hand in paint and painted Fang Yuanzhi's face, overjoyed.

After several rounds, you dodged and chased, you retreated and advanced, both of them had a lot of colorful paints on their faces.

After all, Fang Yuanzhi's physical strength was weak, and he was sitting, so he didn't have much room to play. Instead, he was smeared the worst, and even his hair was stained with a lot of paint.

The sad poem on the table and the painting full of spring are also hard to escape the torment, and they are all messed up by various paints.

There was a lot of paint on the carpet.

Zhu Jian stared at Fang Yuanzhi with a deep smile, pointed to the colorful paint on his body, then pointed at Fang Yuanzhi and cursed: "You brazen brat!"

Fang Yuanzhi raised his chin slightly dissatisfied, "Everyone!" There was a sly smile in his eyes.

Zhu Jianshen was about to get new paint from his painting table, but he heard a servant report from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the cabinet scholar Shang Ren asked to see him, saying that there is an urgent military report."

Zhu Jian was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Fang Yuanzhi, pointing helplessly at his whole body, the smile in his eyes didn't diminish at all.

But those eyes seem to say: "Look, how can I see people?"

Since he was a child, he has always pretended to be old and mature, playing and playing carelessly like a child, but he has never done it before.

Fang Yuanzhi covered her mouth and giggled, very pleased with herself.

Zhu Jianshen had no choice but to order the servants outside: "Get some sets of clothes for me, and the clothes of the servants for Miss Fang, and bring some basins of warm water."

The servant took the order and left, and the things quickly entered the Xinuang Pavilion.

Looking at the mess in the living room of Xinuange, the servants didn't dare to raise their heads.

The servants retreated from the door and asked: "Shang Ge always waits in the yard, it's freezing cold, do you want him to come in and wait?"

"That's right."

Zhu Jianshen changed his clothes, washed his exposed skin with water, and cleaned off the paint as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)