A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Pei Xiaoqing lowered her head and rolled her eyes, Chen Zihan, why are you pretending to be special, the old rules should be the most suitable for you and your favorite, right? , and even the [-]-year-old harem is filled. If you do that, don’t set up an archway anymore. It sounds disgusting.

"Brother Prince, what are you doing standing outside, come in and sit." Murong Yunduo felt that the atmosphere was not right, and smiled.

After hearing this, Pei Xiaoqing reluctantly stepped aside and let the prince leave the flower hall.

As soon as the prince entered the door, he looked up, down, left, and right at the courtyard and room where Pei Xiaoqing lived. He saw a cross-stitch on the wall of the flower hall, and his eagle eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand to stroke the frame, and said to himself:

"In those years, when I was away, did you embroider this to pass the time?"

These words hit Pei Xiaoqing's sore spot in her heart again. She didn't grow up in this world, and it's only been more than half a year since she passed through it. All kinds of things in her previous life are deep in her memory, and she can't be driven away or buried. For Yan Shi, his scars are always uncovered with a few words, revealing the scars inside.

Although the love for him has long been buried with the water of the lake, how can the pain and pain experienced in those years be easily dissipated? A trace of sadness could not help but glide across the clear eyes, lips There was also a trace of sarcasm in the corner, and when she raised her eyes, she met the prince's probing eyes. She stared back fiercely, looked away ruthlessly, and turned her head to the side, as if she didn't hear the words.

But the pain revealed still could not escape the eyes of the prince. A ray of hot light flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to take the painting: "I really like the painting of the fourth sister. I don't know if the fourth sister would like it." Cut off love, how about giving it to the prince's elder brother?"

Pei Xiaoqing smiled lightly and said, "It's just a picture embroidered by a girl, so why not give it to His Highness, if His Highness doesn't mind it, please take it away."

In this mansion, besides her, who else can embroider ten-zi embroidery?The prince was sure that the painting was embroidered by Pei Xiaoqing, so he deliberately asked for it, but she just insisted that it was embroidered by a girl...

With a playful smile on his lips, the crown prince took down the painting with his own hands, and asked the attendant to pick it up.

Zisang entered the back room cleverly, and soon took out another picture and hung it on the wall.

The prince stared blankly at the other one, the painting technique was very similar to the first one, and the embroidery skills were similar...

Zisang whispered while hanging: "Grandma, please remember to reward the slaves. The slaves can embroider so exquisitely just by listening to a few words from grandma. Even His Royal Highness likes it."

Of course such a clever girl should be rewarded. Pei Xiaoqing liked Zisang more and more. Sometimes she didn't even need to wink at all.

"Rewards, of course, there are rewards." Pei Xiaoqing patted Zisang's shoulder with a smile and said.

Sure enough, the prince's face turned dark, and his eyes were a little gloomy when he looked at the painting.

The palace man was just opening his mouth to ask: "Your Highness, how about this servant send the painting to the East Palace?"

The prince said coldly: "Whatever."

Even though they liked it so much just now, the thing that was forced to come suddenly became so indifferent. The palace people were a little at a loss, not knowing how to treat this painting.

"Not to mention, this embroidery skill is indeed a bit different,