Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 300 Who Said There Was No Beauty in Ancient Times? (first update)
It's no wonder that Hua Jingyun is afraid of drinking now, the main reason is that he has a poor capacity for drinking, and he becomes dizzy after a few drinks. Who knows what he will do when he is drunk?
The day before yesterday, he had a drink with his father-in-law, but in the end he was carried by his father-in-law on his shoulders, carrying him back through the secret door of the two mansions like carrying goods.

Not to mention the embarrassment, I still have a headache the next day and delay things.

Wen Mianmian leaned forward curiously, "Tell me, why do you brothers get drunk and go crazy?"

She guessed it might be genetic.

Seeing that her eyes were bright and she looked like she was waiting to laugh at him, Hua Jingyun took her hand slightly harder, bent down and picked her up before Wen Mianmian could react, threw her on the bed and pressed her down. Go up, "Little villain, you are waiting to see your man's jokes at any time, right?"

Wen Mianmian struggled to roll to the foot of the bed, and said with a smile: "I don't want to see your jokes, who told you to get dizzy when you get drunk?"

Seeing that her clothes were slightly open, Hua Jingyun suddenly felt that all her fatigue disappeared and she was full of energy. Recently, she was too busy to ignore the little princess, it really shouldn't be.

He kicked off his shoes and got on the bed, and directly hooked the belt around the waist of the little princess. He didn't know how the belt was tied, it was not very secure, so it just came loose.

"Did I get dizzy from drinking?"

He stretched out his hand to pull the person into his arms, and suddenly found that the little princess's eyebrows and eyes had grown a little more, becoming brighter and brighter, she leaned forward to look carefully for a while, and then pecked her rosy lips, "Have you been carrying something on your back lately?" I eat flowers, and they look better and better."

Wen Mianmian hooked her neck, "Are you praising me for being beautiful?"

"Then let me tell you, I grew up eating beautiful clothes, so be careful if you get lost in the future, you won't be able to find Bei."

Hua Jingyun smiled happily, kicked away the quilt that was in the way, and leaned into the ear of the little princess, "I can't find Bei now."

Wen Mianmian turned her head to see that the sky outside was still dark, and covered his mouth with her hand, "My dear husband, please pay attention to your behavior, do you want me to be laughed to death by the people in the house?"

Hua Jingyun broke free, "Whoever dares to laugh at you, I will take care of him for you."

Just about to lean over, the voice of Lingguo not afraid of death sounded outside, "My lord and concubine, Mr. Wang is coming to see you."

With a frustrated face, Hua Jingyun just lay there without moving, complaining, "These grown-ups are always looking for them in the morning and in the evening, and it's really annoying to bother them at such a time."

Seeing that the little princess is about to die, I am very angry.

Wen Mianmian couldn't stop snickering, and suddenly saw him sitting up straight, and said bitterly: "This king wants to wipe out his son."

Wen Mianmian smiled even more happily, and when Hua Jingyun looked at her sadly, Lingguo's voice came in again, "My lord and concubine, General Liang is here too."

So Wen Mianmian also sat up, got off the bed and helped her big ox tidy up her clothes, and then said: "I'll go with you to see what kind of big things can happen."

As soon as the husband and wife arrived at the gate of the front yard, they heard noisy voices coming from the main hall, and an unconvinced voice came, "Master Wang, you picked up this painter on the side of the road, are you sure the painting is your son?" ?”

An angry voice sounded again, "Have you heard of Shibaiwenshi? Huh, a warrior like you naturally doesn't know it. If you are capable of showing your paintings, I'm afraid that your son's paintings Is it too real?"

The mouth corners of the husband and wife twitched slightly, probably guessing what they meant.

Tomorrow morning, people from the newspaper office will post the personal portraits of the top [-] outside the martial arts arena. The newspaper office has hired ten painters, and the final portraits have been handed in this evening. It seems that tonight is for the portraits.

"I have seen the prince, the princess."

As soon as the two entered the door, they realized that there were two more people. Mr. Wang was the chief assistant, and sitting beside him was a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, very sunny.

General Liang is a veteran of the imperial court, and beside him is a man with a wide waist and narrow buttocks, in his twenties, Kong Wu is powerful, as if he has some kung fu.

Master Wang took out the painting he brought, "Your Majesty, this is the painting that Baiwen made for the grandson of the old minister when the old minister invited Danqing, please have a look."

Hua Jingyun took it, frowned slightly, and handed it to Wen Mianmian, "Master Wang, do you want to use this painting to replace the ones made by the newspaper artist?"

"Exactly."

Mr. Wang cupped his hands, "I also ask the prince to complete it."

Wen Mianmian looked at the person in the painting, then at the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "My lord, the person in this painting has little to do with your grandson?"

Who said there was no beauty in ancient times?

The person in this painting has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his appearance is imposing. How does this have something to do with this round person whose eyebrows and eyes have not yet fully grown?
"Hahaha~~~" General Liang smiled, and presented the painting he brought, "Princess, please have a look, the final request is the same as Lord Wang's."

Amid Mr. Wang's anger, Wen Mianmian slowly unfolded the portrait of the man Kong Wu, with the same perplexed look on his face, "General Liang, you still look a bit like you, but aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

Mrs. Wang stepped forward to take a look when she heard the words, and immediately smiled, "General Liang, everyone in the court doesn't know that your descendants have squinted eyes. Are you sure that your blood can have these big eyes?"

General Liang retorted, "Hmph, I just painted my eyes big, it's better than you who have changed people."

Seeing that there was going to be another quarrel, Lord Qin came with a bunch of generous gifts from his eldest grandson. When he saw Lord Wang and General Liang, and the portrait in Wen Mianmian's hand, he immediately understood.

"My lord, my lord, the old man came here today because of an unfeeling request."

Lord Qin pulled his grandson over, "This is the grandson of the old man, Qin Yifan. The purpose of bothering me at this time is to ask the concubine to recommend Mr. Wen, and ask him to help Yifan draw a portrait to replace the painting by the newspaper artist.

Wen Mianmian smiled and told several people, "My grandfather is the chief person in charge of this portrait, and all the portraits made by the artist have been inspected by him, which greatly avoided the shortage of contestants and magnified their advantages. It is not distorted, the adults can rest assured."

"When the top ten are settled, my grandfather will paint the top ten himself."

What he said was reasonable, but in the minds of Mr. Wang and General Liang, Mr. Wen was not well-known and all depended on the newspapers he was related to. How could they be at ease?

Mr. Qin knew about Mr. Wen's abilities, and it was precisely because of his understanding that he wanted him to do it himself, and he cupped his hands and said, "I also ask the concubine to introduce you."

Wen Mianmian sighed, it seemed that it would be impossible not to invite her, so in desperation she sent someone to invite her grandfather over.

As soon as Mr. Wen arrived, Mr. Qin bowed his hands eagerly, explaining his purpose of coming, "I also ask the old man to help me."

(End of this chapter)