Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

"This is, this is..." Zhang Ruolian wondered, "Why did you bring me to Prince Li's Mansion?"

"go in."

"Go in? Wellman, are you kidding me?"

Zhang Ruolian stepped back and said, "It would be a good thing if you and I don't get beaten out with sticks."

"Then go in and see if you and I will be beaten out with sticks."

"Hey, hey, wait..."

Jing Chun walked directly in, and Zhang Ruolian followed naturally, not allowing Zhang Ruolian to refuse at all.

"Happy, Princess."

"Where is your highness?"

"Go back to your Majesty, Your Highness is in the back garden."

Zhang Ruolian listened to the familiar and natural conversation between Jing Chun and the maid in Prince Li's residence, and his brain seemed to slow down for a moment. He looked at the maid in front of him and then at Jing Chun.

"Who is the princess she is talking about?"

Jing Chun walked to the back courtyard and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"

Anyway, the maid would definitely not call him Zhang Ruolian "Princess Princess".

"Ah?" Zhang Ruolian didn't react.

Jing Chun followed Zhang Ruolian's words and replied, "Huh?"

"It's you?"

"it's me."

Zhang Ruolian's automatic steps suddenly stopped manually, and he grabbed Jing Chun's arm with his backhand, and released it instantly after a quick breath.

"what!"

Zhang Ruolian's existing sense told him that Jing Chun couldn't afford to make such a joke.

Zhang Ruolian's mind flashed back to the past when the two of them worked together in Jingzhao Mansion, and his expression suddenly changed from surprise to panic, "Well worker, no, that's not right, the princess! If I offend you in any way, you, the master, don't remember the villain. Yes, go ahead and don’t take it seriously.”

Jing Chun would not hold grudges at this time, "I deceived Zhang Gong first, how can I talk about raising an army to hold him accountable?"

Jing Chun added: "You can just call me a well worker. If you say "wangfei empress", I feel like I am several rounds older than Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Ruolian subconsciously took half a step back and looked ahead with a somewhat unfamiliar expression.

Seeing that Jingchun didn't seem to have the airs of a princess as before, Zhang Ruolian secretly felt relieved.

But the class gap was something Zhang Ruolian couldn't eliminate. Looking at how big Prince Li's palace was, and the servants and guards who came and went, even Jing Chun quietly became Princess Li's empress.

The two of them were originally painters who worked together, but now they are in the same place in the sky and on the earth. Zhang Ruolian's heart is not at ease, and it feels like it is torture to stay for a second longer.

Zhang Ruolian bowed his head and said, "Now that I know the relationship between the Princess and His Royal Highness, Prince Yu, I will take my leave."

It was as if there was an untouchable fence trying to trap Zhang Ruolian and tighten it...

Zhang Ruolian turned and walked towards the door. He breathed carefully. It was not until he walked out of the door of Prince Li's Mansion that he took a long breath in his heart.

Maybe a little bit...

Inferiority and jealousy...

A drop of ink fell into the clear water and spread instantly like a floating ribbon.

Maybe not a little bit...

Zhang Ruolian only felt that the distance between himself and Jing Chun had widened a lot. Thinking about it this way, Jing Chun is the eldest daughter of Lord Jing Daizhao of the Hanlin Academy of Painting, while Zhang Ruolian is just a commoner, so there is a big difference between her background.

Zhang Ruolian felt sad in his heart, and remembered many of the jokes he had made with Jing Chun before. Who would have known that Jing Chun was really Princess Li?

"Is Mr. Zhang ready to go home?" Jing Chun also left the palace at some point, interrupting Zhang Ruolian's thoughts.

Zhang Ruolian looked back and saw that he was already one mile away from Prince Li's Mansion, "Well, what are the well workers doing following you?"

Zhang Ruolian did not change his words, he was still angry in his heart. Such an equal title seemed to relieve Zhang Ruolian's unwillingness.

"Where can I go if I don't go home?"

Jing Chun smiled, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the road ahead, "Does Mr. Zhang blame me for lying to you?"

Zhang Ruolian did not answer and felt ashamed for a moment. He was poked into his heart by Jing Chun. Compared with Jing Chun's deception, what was more difficult for him to accept was the inequality of status between the two.

Jing Chun didn't mind Zhang Ruolian's complaints. After all, it was Jing Chun who concealed it first. Even if Zhang Ruolian planned to tell everyone in Jingzhao Mansion that Jing Chun was Princess Li, Jing Chun would not resent Zhang Ruolian at all. .

Jing Chun has been mentally prepared. If one day her identity cannot be concealed, she will not be able to find a place in Jingzhao Mansion.

After all, which government office dares to accommodate a princess?

"I think Gong Zhang sincerely regards me as a friend, and so do I. That's why I want to tell Gong Zhang the truth."

After saying what was on his mind, Jing Chun felt much better.

"If His Highness Prince Yu had not come to Jingzhao Mansion today, would the well worker have kept it a secret?"

"No, this matter can't be kept secret for long," Jing Chun said as if he was laughing at himself, "In the future, more and more people will know me..."

Even if Jiang Zhe doesn't come, someone else will show up someday...

"Then why did you come to be a painter? Wouldn't it be nice to be a princess?"

Zhang Ruolian asked out his confusion. It was really hard for him to understand that the status of a princess was far greater than that of an insignificant painter.

"But I was chosen as the painter first, and then I was chosen as the princess," Jing Chun couldn't hide his loneliness in his eyes, "No one asked me if I was willing. It's ridiculous..."

Zhang Ruolian suddenly realized that it was indeed the case. Jing Chun first entered the Jingzhao Mansion, and then His Royal Highness Prince Li married the eldest daughter of the Jing Mansion.

"So, I was not allowed to choose, but I tried to discuss with His Highness Prince Li whether we could break off the engagement, but we couldn't make it through in the end. Then it was Mr. Zhang who saw this scene. I am a painter in Jingzhao Mansion. She is also the princess of Prince Li’s palace.”

"So what? The temporary wealth of Prince Li's palace is worth the lifetime wealth of a painter. What's wrong with being a princess?"

Jing Chun smiled and looked into the distance. The sunset in the distance spread an endless strip of light on the buildings on the ground, extending to Jing Chun's feet.

Everything that is far away and vast makes people yearn for it.

But there was an unknown gloom that enveloped Jing Chun's heart, and she faintly said: "Is it good?"

These words seemed like Jing Chun was asking himself, and also seemed to be asking Zhang Ruolian in return.

Jing Chun sometimes desperately wants an identity, or a word, or a look.

It sounded a little willful or arrogant, but she also knew that there were some things that Jing Chun could only give to herself.

"If Mr. Zhang were me, would I be willing to be a princess, right?"

Zhang Ruolian was also a little stunned by this sudden question. He followed Jing Chun's gaze and looked into the distance. The sky was high and full of colorful clouds.

"Perhaps so. After all, others can't get that kind of wealth in a few lifetimes."

"Even if Gong Zhang has to give up his years of painting skills, wouldn't Gong Zhang feel it's a pity?"

Zhang Ruolian suddenly understood that Jing Chun, who was beside him, had clear thoughts and intentions on so many cases, so how could he not have a clear position on this matter? (End of chapter)