The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

"My duty is to take care of the young lady. His Royal Highness forgives sins! Even if the emperor is here today, he will definitely not step into the young lady's boudoir." Mo Li said coldly.

Ye Tian looked at Mo Li in a gloomy face, and Mo Li's eyes exposed outside were firm and unwilling to move. He turned to look at the closed curtain in the main house in the middle, suddenly flicked his sleeves, turned and walked out, walked to the entrance of the courtyard and warned: "You better take care of her, since I can't go in, others Not allowed to go one step, otherwise if your Highness knows who you put in, be careful with your head!"

Mo Li kept silent and did not say anything.

Night sky tilted out of the yard, his figure disappeared in the courtyard of Houshan.

Mo Li withdrew his gaze and glanced at the main house with the curtain closed, his figure receded.

Cailian looked at Mo Li in admiration. With a sigh of relief, I thought that fortunately there was a young lady's guard, otherwise she would not be able to stop Her Royal Highness, but it was a little strange. When Jing Shizi came just now, she didn't see Mo Li coming out. But thinking about the difference between Jing Shizi and His Royal Highness, he no longer ignored it, and walked briskly to Xuexue and Yuyu to continue talking.

In the room, Rong Jing closed his eyes, and the curtain blocked the sunlight from the window. Under the dim light, his jade face was light in color, and he could not see any emotion.

"Water..." Yun Qingyue groaned suddenly and uncomfortably, with a very low voice.

Rong Jing opened his eyes, stood up and walked to the table to pour water for her. Just picked up the sleeve of the kettle and swept it to the scroll on the table. He put down the kettle and opened the scroll. Ye Qingran stepped on the lotus leaves to catch fish 'S figure reflected in front of him. He was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I saw the author's uniform writing power and the intensity of the ink is suitable. The green mountains, pavilions, waterfalls, rivers, and fatty fish are all so vivid, especially the chic posture of dancing lightly on the lotus leaves at night. Such a picture scroll is not easy for people who have not invaded pen and ink for a long time. In particular, the technique is unique, obviously one wave. I'm afraid it's not enough for top artists. Ms. Yu Ning, the Prime Minister's House, who is known as the first talent of Heavenly Saint, is also difficult to achieve this.

Rong Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at Yun Qiangyue.

Yun Qianyue's lips were a little dry, and she seemed to be waiting for the water to drink and keep sucking.

Rong Jing withdrew his gaze, Ruyu's hand lifted the picture above, another picture was reflected in front of him, Ye Qingran squatted to kill the fish, this painting also portrayed the smile on the face of Fat Fish and Ye Qingran penetrating. The brushwork is the same as the previous one, and it is obviously done by one person.

But no one followed her except yesterday when she and Ye Qingran went to the Houshan grilled fish. Even after Ye Tianqing, Ye Tianyu, Yu Ning and others later found them, they had almost finished the grilled fish, and naturally could not see that scene. Even the skill of Lian Xingge was afraid yesterday that Ye Qingran found that he was troubled and never dared to approach Houshan. It is naturally impossible for others to see these two scenes.

So who is the person who painted this picture no longer has to guess!

I remembered earlier when she said that she had forgotten to draw two paintings...

Rong Jing's thin lips were slightly pursed, and Bai Yu's fingertips pinched the scroll's hand, and he couldn't help but forcefully, and the corner of the scroll was ripped off by him. He looked at the lightly dyed Zhang Yang's cheerful smile on the scroll for the first time. His mild eyes showed a dull color, like a vortex, which seemed to engulf the man's Zhang Yang's cheerful smile.

"Water..." Yun Qianyue couldn't see the water after waiting for a long time, his brows could not help but his small face stretched into a ball.

"No water!" Rong Jing glanced at her with a soft voice.

"There is...water..." Yun Qiangyue wanted to open her eyes but couldn't open it.

Unexpectedly, Rong Jing ignored her and took back his eyes and continued to look at the scroll.

Yun Qianyue struggled on the bed, the quilt rolled down under the bed, and kept mumbling in his mouth.

Halfway through, Rong Jing suddenly took out the flint from his arms, and the flint opened with a snapping sound. He pointed the flint's fire at the two picture scrolls spread out on the table, and the picture scroll immediately caught fire.

Although Cailian was talking to listening to snow and listening to rain, she kept paying attention to the movements in the room. At this time, she heard a pop and jumped. She hurried over and asked outside the door, "Jing Shizi? But what's the matter?"

"No! Don't need to come in!" Rong Jing's voice could not hear anything strange, as always.

Cailian hesitated for a moment, thinking that the sound was just an illusion, and turned away from the door.

Rong Jing watched the two scrolls burn until he burned the pavilion, the green hills, the fat fish, and the bright smiley face of Ye Qingran. The two good paintings turned to ashes in an instant! The vortex in the eyes faded away, still as gentle as the clear spring, as if the trace had never appeared. He glanced at the ashes on the table and ignored it. He threw the flint away and turned back to sit on the soft couch.

"Water...cough cough..." Yun Qianyue was thirsty and choked with burning smoke, which was even more uncomfortable.

Rong Jing closed his eyes and ignored it.

After a while, Yun Qingyue finally woke up from the drunk, unable to bear thirst. She opened her eyes, blinked hard twice, licked the dry lips, straight out of the bed, staggering towards the table Rush away. Going to the table and grabbing the teapot, I slammed it. The sound of Gudong is especially clear in the room.

Yun Qiangyue felt thirsty after drinking a teapot of water. She put down the teapot and a layer of ash on her sleeves. She frowned, and she didn't seem to understand how the table was burning. The headache was so bad that I didn't bother to bother. I turned around and walked back to the bed. Just two steps later I found another person in the room. My eyes widened and I was surprised, "Rong Jing?"

Rong Jing's eyelids didn't lift, he didn't seem to hear it.

"Hey, since you are in the room, why don't you give me water?" Yun Qianyue walked to Rong Jing in a few steps and said angrily.

"Aren't you getting up and drinking yourself?" Rong Jing finally looked up at her.

"I shouted for a long time, did you not hear?" Yun Qianyue looked at him. Although this wine is overbearing, but she will always stay awkward after training. She felt that there was someone in the house, but she shouted that no one would give her water for a long time. It turned out to be this black heart. That's not surprising.

"Hear it!" Rong nodded.

"I heard you didn't give me water?" Yun Qiangyue was angry again.

"I don't want to give it!" Rong Jing spit out three words.

"You..." Yun Qingyue rushed to her head, staring at the man leaning on the soft couch, and wished to smash a good-looking face, but because of her severe headache, she was too lazy to entangle with him, annoyed: "What are you doing in my room?"

"Do nothing!" Rong Jing said.

"Hurry and leave, I will continue to sleep. Don't know if the girl's boudoir is forbidden for men to enter randomly? Have you learned the gentleman etiquette to feed the dog?" Yun Qianyue said while walking towards the bed, straight I planted it on the bed, closed my eyes and did not forget to rush, "Remember to close the door for me..."

The voice did not fall, and the person slept again.

Rong Jing sat still, glanced at the quilt on the ground, did not cover her, and continued to close her eyes and recuperate.

The room was quiet, and the aroma of wine mixed with burnt paper was swirling around.

When the sky was getting late, Rong Jing opened his eyes and suddenly reached out with a light stroke. The quilt that fell on the ground flew towards him. His half-lying body lay flat on a soft couch, and he pulled it over to cover himself. Continue to close your eyes.

Not long after, Cailian's voice came softly from the outside, "Jing Shizi, hasn't the lady been awake yet?"

"Well!" Rong Jing responded.

"The dinner is ready, will the slave-servant bring Shizi into the house?" Cailian asked.

"No, I won't eat it today. You just go to bed after dinner, and I will look after her tonight." Rong Jing closed his eyes and kept telling him.

"Well, what's the matter? I'm afraid of the inconvenience at night, let alone a bed in the room..." Cailian was startled.

"No problem! I sleep on a soft couch, let's go down!" Rong Jing didn't want to say more, his tone was soft and mild, but it was beyond doubt.

Cailian tried to stop the door and came in to look at it, but because Rong Jing didn't tell him to go in, she didn't dare to go in. After hesitating at the door for a while, I could no longer hear the movements in the house for a long time, weighed the pros and cons, thinking about this person as Jing Shizi, how many women in Jing Shizi would like to have a look back, and the young lady had Jing Shizi to look at Gu Zhaofu. Blessing. Her tangled thoughts were suddenly spacious and her tone relaxed a bit. She whispered: "Slave slaves are usually awake when they sleep. If Jing Shizi is hungry in the middle of the night, just call the slave servant. If the young lady wakes up, she yells Slave."

"Good!" Rong Jing answered.

Cailian retreated, greeted to listen to the snow, and the rain was not allowed to reveal half a sentence Jing Shizi stayed in the lady's boudoir today. Listening to rain and snow nodded naturally. In their view, Jing Shizi is much better than His Royal Highness or anyone else. This is something that everyone in the world knows.

In the middle of the night, Yun Qianyue was frozen and awake. She reached out and touched something that could not be covered for a long time. She frowned frowningly, too lazy to get up, and couldn't bear to sleep.

After an hour, Yun Qianyue was frozen again, and her hands were groped again on the bed. After a long time, she didn’t find the quilt. She turned her hands under the bed and tried again. Thinking that Cailian and others must have fallen asleep, she reached out and pulled off the bed tent and wrapped it in her body, and continued to fall asleep.

Rong Jing opened his eyes and looked at the bed, stretched out the quilt, and continued to close his eyes.

At dawn, Rong Jing pushed away the quilt and got up. Seeing Yun Qiangyue wrapped in curtains on the bed seemed to smile, glanced at the quilt on the soft couch and stepped out of the room.

"Slave slaves please Jing Shizi, Jing Shizi is early!" Cailian, Tingxue and Tingyu have already risen. When Rongjing came out, she quickly saw the ceremony. They didn't sleep much this night, listening to the movement of the main house all the time, but they were quiet all night.

"Early!" Rong Scenic Spot nodded.

"Miss, did you wake up?" Cailian saw the wrinkles squeezed out by Rong Jing's crescent moon robe. .