Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1507 Jingxue Yiru, encountering a battle on the street

Murong Jingxue came out from a shop on the street, holding a white portrait in her hand. Murong Jingxue tilted her head and looked at the portrait for a long time, but she couldn't tell who the person on it was.

"Yiru, take a look, is the painting on it the person who kidnapped you that day?" Murong Jingxue took the portrait to Yiru who was standing beside her, and Yiru took the portrait and looked at it for a while Biting his fingers, he said, "This face doesn't seem so round, this nose doesn't seem so straight, and these eyes..."

An Yiru recalled the eyes of the man who kidnapped her at that time, those eyes were terrifying: "Sister Jingxue, that person's eyes are like the eyes of an eagle, very sharp and scary to look at, and what is this portrait like?" His eyes are so ordinary that he can't see that feeling at all."

Murong Jingxue sighed, alas, I don't know where the painter of Sima Qianru was found, how could the painting be so similar?And she has already found several companies, and Yiru has already told him clearly and clearly, but they just draw noses that don't look like noses, and eyes that don't look like eyes.

"Sister Jingxue, do we still have to go to the next one?" An Yiru asked a little discouraged.

They got up early in the morning and went out to look for painters. They had already looked at several painters, but none of them painted a portrait.

"Yiru, are you tired?" Murong Jingxue looked at her discouraged look and asked with concern.

"It's not that I'm tired. I used to run up and down with Dr. Ning every day and didn't feel much. It's just that my face was covered with thick powder, which made me feel uncomfortable, and my mouth didn't seem to speak very well." I reached out and touched my face. On the ground, because I touched the thick powder and ran around in the sun, my body was sweating. When I sweated, the powder was tight on my face, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Murong Jingxue smiled helplessly: "I can't help it, now the streets are full of your portraits, you have to disguise yourself if you want to come out." She looked around: "I see, otherwise we will find you first. Go to a teahouse for a cup of tea, take a break and find another one.”

An Yiru nodded like a pest: "Okay." She was already thirsty as she spoke.

The two found a teahouse to sit down and ordered Xiao Er to serve a pot of good tea.

Murong Jingxue took out rouge and powder from her sleeve pocket, and said to Yiru, "Yiru, the powder on your face is all gone, come, let me touch it up for you."

An Yiru showed a look of embarrassment: "Huh? Do you want to make up?"

Murong Jingxue had no choice but to smile bitterly: "There's no other way, just be patient, and I'll wipe it off for you right away when you get home."

An Yiru sighed softly, pouted and said, "Okay!"

As soon as Yiru finished the makeup on her face, she heard a very familiar voice: "Are you all quite comfortable?"

Murong Jingxue looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Xuanyuan Zhan, who was wearing white clothes standing opposite her, looked at her with a half-smile, and Murong Jingxue rolled her eyes: "It's still not as comfortable as you! Still have time to hang out?" She didn't forget that when she went to find him yesterday, she saw a man named Hunting Knife bring a lot of memorials, saying that she was in a hurry to review them.

Xuanyuan Zhan sat down opposite Murong Jingxue with a big grin, and asked with a smile, "I think you are worried about me when you look like this?"

"Tch, who is worried about you, I'm just afraid that you will be scolded if you don't finish your work."

"Worrying about me being scolded is also worrying." Xuanyuan Zhan smiled very proudly: "Isn't it?"

Murong Jingxue rolled her eyes and stared at the sky speechlessly.

Yiru next to her tried her best not to laugh, her face turned red.

(End of this chapter)