Pear Fragrance raised her head and gave a bright smile. Her flower-like lips parted as she softly said, "I'm fine. Am I very well?"

Lin Si Li glanced at her, and as if he had just remembered something, he patted his forehead and lightly said, "Look at my memory. Ah, Zhuo'er, there's no need to take it. Concubine Ning was still using the medicine, so how could she drink tea? Chu Xue, you should go back first. Don't let Ning Fei wait any longer. "

I nodded. "Chu Xue will be leaving first."

She smiled at me when I missed Lianchi's body, and it chilled me to the bone.

It was her who said 'tea is given' and 'it's her'. Lin Si Ji's heart was pounding against Little Jiu Jiu. I didn't want to guess that her humanity was too unbearable. Just guessing would make one's heart go cold.

I especially like looking at the setting sun. The kind of majestic aura of breaking the sun and melting the sun into gold is really shocking.

The harem was like a peaceful painting, beautiful and quiet. The flowers and plants were peacefully bathing in the sunlight. It was so free. With the wind blowing, the branches and leaves were lightly stretched. It was like dancing and whispering.

I was like a person walking into a painting. I was light, afraid that I would disturb the tranquility of the painting.

His greedy eyes looked at them. Without any concealment, he just quietly and comfortably laid them out there.

I took a deep breath. It's nice to be with flowers and plants.

It was never necessary to guess whether or not they had a plan, whether or not they had a goal. All they needed to do was to feel their beauty.

It was so comfortable. I raised my head and inhaled the fragrance of the flower. I stretched out my hands and let out a breath of impure air.

A cold snort came from the side.

I jumped in fright, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Seventh Prince. The disdain in his eyes was extremely deep.

I hastily bowed. "Your servant greets the Seventh Prince and the Seventh Prince for his good fortune."

He walked past her coldly. "Do your duty. Be obedient."

With this indifferent sentence, he said, "Recognize your own identity."

I didn't say anything. I sighed in my heart.

Yeah, I always get carried away, I always forget where I am.

I laughed at myself and didn't get up until he was out of sight. Painting, not painting, but my mood.

The setting sun had stretched for a long time, and the autumn was already very strong. The wind was no longer gentle, but carried a chill of autumn with it as it attacked without restraint.

I let out a breath and blew my hair away before heading towards the cold palace.

Silent forest, no longer the cry of the red firefly.

An indescribable sorrow filled his heart. A concubine, just like that, would never return.

She would never have another chance. This high wall was no longer a place for her to touch.

Maybe, should not worry, should not hurt, red concubine, released, forever, she did not need to cry, also no longer need to torture herself.

I'm happy for her, but I can't laugh.

Some nostalgia, some sadness, I walked through the forest, quiet and quiet, only birds and the wind song.

After attending to Ning Fei's meal, I hastily used some of it as well before returning to the small room.

Thinking about Lin Si's memory of fragrant tea, he felt a bit annoyed.

Two boxes of pens, quietly placed under the lamp. I felt around with my fingers and finally opened the box Shangguan Yu had given me. Oh my god, I drew a Heavenly Jewel for him.

Slowly, he started to ink. He was really attentive. He picked up the brush and saw several small squares on the next level. It seemed that he had already seen everything I drew.

Painting flowers is probably the most difficult, but I like it the most.

It was so beautiful that it made people feel comfortable just by looking at it.

In order to produce flowers, one had to look at them with a three-dimensional view. They were alive, they had souls, and often a flower was just a compliment, but a Heavenly Jewel was different from a flower.

There is a string of Heavenly Jewels, and I only have black ink. If I could, I could twist some different coloured flowers, I could change them to different colors, but I do not dare, because no one has ever used one before. Getting out of bed was not that easy. Even though I knew since I was young that it would be a beautiful, lively, and lifelike painting, if it wasn't acceptable, then it would be terrible.

I thought about the beauty of the Heavenly Jewels, and its purple luster, and its soft luster, and its tender green and hairy leaves.

The shape of the sphere was not easy to grasp. It could not be uniform for a thousand times. That way, it would seem boring and cold.

"As for the ink, it cannot be used. Fortunately, this amount has everything." I am familiar with the five painting techniques of 'Flat, Circle, Retain, Heavy, Changing'. I actually have divine assistance when I draw them. Slowly, I have a rough idea of what each of them is.

The black luster, used very well, the primary and secondary clearly, actually, do not underestimate the use of this ink, different mix, can produce different colors, varying in depth.

I am a painter, and I have seen over a thousand paintings. They all have different painting styles, and different strokes, and different styles. I don't have any sects, I only paint the ones I like.

With a hint of joy, I imagined the beautiful Heavenly Jewels, and thought about that concept, that light, that color, slowly drew, extremely my skill and drawing skills, I think, and drew the best Heavenly Jewels for him.

I didn't even realize that my waist was sore. When I heavily exhaled, I found that my feet had gone numb.

How stupid, the light outside the window is already starting to show. Oh my god, it took me a whole night to draw it.

In the cold candlelight, I squinted at the Heavenly Jewels, even I was impressed, I couldn't believe it, I painted it, it was a beauty I had never seen before, some of the painting, I saw Lin Si drawing leaves that day, learned it.

He had used the Point Leaf Technique, but who would have thought that using it like this would give him a faintly discernible artistic conception? It was truly beautiful.

I think I must have been overjoyed, I am praising myself, and thinking that Shangguan Yu would be happy, my heart started to flutter as well.

After putting away the brush and ink, he placed the painting on the windowsill to dry. After a while, he put it away.

Ye Zichen quickly took a nap while it was still early, and his eyes were very tired.

Tomorrow, when Shangguan Yu sees it, she will definitely be happy. Yes, he would be happy.

Right, if I have time, I have to draw a picture for the Crown Prince. He treats me well, although he is the Crown Prince, although it is cold, but in private he is a very nice person to get along with, even better than Shangguan Bing. He won't scold me too much.

There were many similarities between him and Shangguan Yu, their tempers came and went quickly. He was domineering and noble, and Shangguan Bing was haughty and cold.

Two, both of them are extremely outstanding men. I can be sure that Shangguan Bing likes my paintings, but I don't know about the crown prince. After all, he is the crown prince, and he has seen everything in the palace.

My world is too small. I didn't learn much, I didn't see much, I just drew it without that atmosphere, without that vicissitudes of life. The drawing method of a small family's jade is exquisite, the picture is magnificent and gentle.

As I thought of them in my mind, the Seventh Prince's voice sounded out again in my dazed state.

These words startled me so much that I opened my eyes.

God, I overslept. Today, I only have two palace maids to help me.

In the end, he was not a person of the cold palace, so he would not put in all his effort. There were too many things that needed to be done by himself.

I hastily put on my shoes and went to fetch water for Esteemed Empress Ning to wash. I still had to return to my original place before I felt comfortable. I didn't really like always changing, always adapting, always having people appear who I didn't know about.

The blue sky was like a piece of warm, flawless jade. It was crystal clear, and the faint sunlight seeped through the branches and made me feel warm all over. I picked up a bucket and went to the river to fetch water.

My waist is just right, so I don't dare to pick on too much. If I don't get up from the pain, Shangguan Bing will curse me.

He was not polite at all and wanted to make me beg for mercy.

By the time I reached the small courtyard, the sun was high in the sky.

He raised his head and saw the Seventh Prince. He was holding my painting and looking at it.

I jumped in shock and hurriedly put down the bucket of water before kneeling down. "This servant greets the Seventh Prince."

God, that was my painting last night. I just finished it and put it in there for Mo Gan, but I forgot to put it away for him to see.

He looked at me coldly. "Do your thing."

I looked at him. He did not intend to put the painting back, but I did not dare to say so directly.

He carefully brought the water to the side of the water tank and fell down. Just as he was about to wipe off his sweat, he heard a knock on the door.

"Early snow," a woman's voice said, making my heart jump.

She said yesterday that she would come here, and I tried to persuade her, but why would she come again?

Now that the Seventh Prince is here, what should I do? If he doesn't make a sound, how would I dare to open the door?

The two palace maids also saw his expression and stood there motionlessly.

"Beginning snow," called out louder.

I looked at Seventh Prince, but he didn't say anything. I slightly lowered my head and said, "This servant will go take a look."

Carefully opening the door, she saw that she was standing there, beautiful, with brows like the moon, almond-shaped eyes like the sun, a beautiful nose, red lips, snow-white teeth, soft hair, a slender waist, and a figure like a jade willow.

She lightly smiled. "Chu Xue, I've come to see you."

Riko quickly spotted Seventh Prince who was standing on the steps to look at the painting. She smiled and kneeled down. "Your servant, Yin Lixiang, greets Seventh Prince. Seventh Prince, a thousand years old." A voice as clear as jade was transmitted to everyone's ears through the wind.

After knocking her head, Pear Fragrance lifted her head and looked at the Seventh Prince with her big, bright eyes.

The corners of the Seventh Prince's lips curled up into a smile as he said coldly, "Why would a palace maid like you come to this Cold Palace?"

I blinked at her anxiously.

However, Riko said with a chuckle, "This servant's elder sister is working in the Cold Palace and did not return to the Autumn Chrysanthemum Courtyard for a few days. Since this servant has nothing else to do, this servant has come to take a look."

The Seventh Prince put away the painting and looked at her with a gaze so cold it made one's heart tremble. "Slap him."

This caused us to be stunned, as we still didn't know what the Seventh Prince meant.

He then said, "If you don't even know the rules of the palace, how is a palace maid to casually walk in and out of a cold palace when it's not under the control of the cold palace? Slap yourself. "

The two words, palm and mouth, sounded as if they were on the ground.