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Chapter 135 You Are The Little Scum

Ming Huai didn't believe it, he stared at the portrait carefully, then picked it up and looked outside, hesitantly said: "It seems to be some shallow marks."

She pointed at it: "Look here, this string of flying flowers has very shallow marks, look carefully."

Ming Huai put down the silk: "I don't see it, if you have something to say, just say it."

She sat down again, raised her head slightly to look at Ming Huai and said, "Empress Zheng Guo can know my every move like the back of my hand, let alone Lin'an under her nose? Which dignitary dares to associate with Ming Yu under her nose Not to mention my portrait, even the portraits of Deyang and Yu Jiang, no one has the guts to give it to others easily.

There are two kinds of brushwork in this portrait as evidence. The person who painted Mingyu's eyebrows was killed after only drawing a pair of eyebrows. Another person painted it. What kind of peony flowers are flying all over the city, but they were accidentally covered up. It's just the blood that's been spilled on it. "

Ming Huai glanced at the silk again suspiciously, a little puzzled: "Since you don't want people to know your real appearance, then just change to another silk painting. There's no need to waste all this effort."

Jing Yu laughed loudly: "Ninth Young Master, you don't know that this kind of silk is something that only the royal family of Zheng State has?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yu realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. Seeing Ming Huai's slightly lonely and embarrassed expression, he grabbed his wrist and changed his tone: "This kind of silk is rare and precious. Although it is a tribute to the royal family, it is only King Zheng and Prince can use it. Mingyu asked people to use this painting to prevent it from being replaced. That's why it took all this effort. Not to mention that you lead troops abroad all the year round, even Mingde, who often stays in Xinzheng, may not be able to see it. over this."

She pointed out that it was for King Zheng and the Crown Prince's exclusive use, but Ming Huai's expression improved a little, and he stuffed the silk into her hand and said, "I don't know calligraphy and painting, so if you say so, then so be it, as long as your identity is not revealed Just fine."

Jing Yu took the silk and came to see him again, asking very carefully, "Are you angry?"

He ignored him and wanted to stand up. Jing Yu directly pressed his knees, pressed his elbows on his legs, stretched his neck and looked at him carefully: "You don't understand these things, but I understand them, just like you Martial arts are so good, but I'm like a scumbag, each has its own strengths, I didn't mean to say that."

Her last words were said in a soft and waxy tone, and Ming Huai watched her for a long time before he came back to his senses, and stood up gently and slowly: "Little slag, I should go when you rest."

Jing Yu also stood up and yelled at him: "You are the little scum, I just said, don't take it seriously, and, how can I eat when you are not here? I will starve to death."

"I'll have someone bring it to you."

Well, just take care of the food.

Jing Yu sat down reassuringly again, held the silk and looked at it for a long time before realizing that something was wrong.

If he is sick, why would he try to make Ming Huai happy?And why did his little scumbag sound so weird?
It seems a little bit flirty and crooked.

Jing Yu was depressed, and touched her forehead: "Well, it's a little hot, it really is sick and confused."

She continued to boil water, thinking about going to sleep after eating, but after a while, there was the sound of pushing a cup and changing a cup.

The big tent was not too far from Minghuai's camp, and it was really lively inside. Mingde had someone arrest a few civilian girls to pour wine for fun, and then called other generals, but it didn't look cold.

(End of this chapter)