cold palace escape concubine

Chapter 184 Her Purpose
Chunliu and Xiahe watched the emperor approaching, and hurriedly lowered their heads to get out of the way.

Sikong Qimo walked around the table and stood quietly behind Jun Liuyi, but his eyes were attracted by the painting in front of him.

Although he knew she was painting, he really never thought about what she was painting!
The painting style is delicate and subtle, but every expression and movement about him seems more popular in her pen, and there is a faint trace of...

Sikong Qimo swept across the faces of each character repeatedly in surprise, and it took him a long time to be sure of the feeling of the sweep just now. In every time period in her writing, he actually vaguely reveals A little cute feeling!
This recognition made Sikong Qi Mo feel a little uncomfortable, but these discomforts were gradually suppressed by joy and expectation amidst the awkwardness in his heart.

He is very clear that when a person is painting another person, he can see the feeling of the person he is painting in the heart or eyes of the painter through the style of painting.However, at this moment, looking at himself in her painting, he really couldn't hide his joy.

When she first met her, she met her with an ugly face. At that time, what she saw was him with a vicious tongue and no eyes.But such a scene turned into a painting in her eyes, but it still had a hint of domineering.

When the harp was playing in harmony, he was like a god in her eyes...

Sikong Qimo's eyes swept over each of Jun Liuyi's paintings one by one, and the tenderness in his heart continued to rise.

When she saw that he forced him into the palace, Sikong Qi Mo couldn't help but feel anxious.

But as the person in her painting slowly appeared, the excitement in his heart became more and more surging.

It turned out that from the beginning to the end he forced her into the palace, she didn't think he was hideous and repulsive. She understood his affection and helplessness, and even his jealousy.

Sikong Qimo stared at the painting, the corners of his mouth curled up in joy.

Jun Liuyi's painting took more than half an hour, but Sikong Qi Mo stood there happily for half an hour.

When Jun Liuyi's painting was still in the pain of losing his bones and blood, the brush was placed in mid-air several times but hesitantly took it back.After several struggles, a tangled Sikong Qi Mo came into view.

The air seems to freeze, but the last painting is him at this moment!

But when she drew the end with a frown of willow eyebrows, he in the picture had a complicated expression.

The love is still there, but it feels a lot heavier.

Jun Liuyi put down her brush and looked up at the place where Sikong Qimo was sitting, only to find that he was already behind him.

Looking at each other, Jun Liuyi became more and more silent.

"Is this every aspect of me in your eyes?" Sikong Qi Mo's voice was hoarse after a long time without opening his mouth.

"Your majesty thinks it's you in your heart?" Jun Liuyi asked softly, her eyes also lingering in the painting she drew.

Sikong Qimo nodded, sighed, and took her hand and said: "But these are just the feelings I gave you in your memory. With so many changes, there is already a unity for you. His face is."

"Why not draw?" Sikong Qi Mo asked.

"Because I can't draw." Jun Liuyi smiled wryly, "Perhaps even I feel uneasy. When I am so uneasy, I don't know what you will look like in my heart."

At this moment, Sikong Qimo hugged her into his arms.

"So it's not just me who is afraid, you are too." Sikong Qi Mo didn't say much, but his short sentence made Jun Liuyi smile in relief.

Hearing Liu Yi's laughter, Sikong Qi Mo asked in puzzlement, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing that the two of us judge others too much, know too much, and speculate too much. Is it good or bad?" Jun Liuyi leaned her face on his chest, "If it wasn't for your sadness just now , will I have other choices and doubts?"

"Why?" Sikong Qi Mo asked knowing that she had let go of her heavy defense at the moment.

"Because in my heart, all that is stubborn is revenge and resentment." Jun Liuyi laughed at herself, "Your sadness reminds me of the look on the part of you that fell off the cliff and followed me."

"Because I was touched, I deluded myself and erased all your good things in my heart, looked at every step you took with suspicion, and then told myself the need to stick to indifference with self-sorrow." Jun Liuyi from Sikong Qi Mo's arms Looking up, "That's why I want to do it all over again, how would I choose?"

"So these paintings are your choice to start over again?" Sikong Qi Mo looked at the scrolls and sighed.

Jun Liuyi let out a long sigh: "Knowing everything clearly, I forgot to go through it again, but I still found that there is no if and no if, because even if I start again, my choice is still the same, and your choice is the same. .”

"But in your heart, estrangement and suspicion still exist after all." Sikong Qimo understands very well that at this moment she is so weak that it is easy to break her defense, but he chooses to face the problem directly with each other, "If the thing you care about is repeated , I still make the same choice as you."

"Yeah, so I don't know what kind of you will be on the blank picture scroll, but I find that I am still looking forward to it." Jun Liuyi frowned.

"Life can't just be the same as the first time I saw it. I just hope that one day I can look back and only keep the best of the past like today."

Sikong Qimo nodded, at least he knew that Jun Liuyi still did not change his original intention, and he also understood that the original intention was still hidden between each other.

"This painting should be given to me." Sikong Qi Mo said with a smile.

After the two chatted for a while, Sikong Qimo took the painting and left Lianyun Palace.

As soon as the emperor left, Xia He asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, although it is good for you to paint the emperor, why don't you show the emperor your scroll?"

"Because I only want to achieve this goal from the beginning to the end." The smile on Jun Liuyi's face was self-deprecating, and she could only hear her muttering to herself: "I still calculated him after all."

Calculate?

Chunliu Xiahe couldn't help but frowned upon hearing the words and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Seeing the tangled appearance of the two of them, Jun Liuyi suddenly smiled: "Can't figure it out?"

Hearing what their master said, both Xia He shook their heads in confusion.

"Why do you think Ben Gong would suddenly paint when there was a rift between each other?" Jun Liuyi looked at them, and then moved back to the sitting room.

"Isn't it because what the empress said is because seeing the emperor's heart hurts?" Chunliu couldn't understand.

Hearing this, Jun Liuyi let out a long breath.

"Even you don't need to understand, then the palace is really successful." Although Jun Liuyi said it lightly, Jun Liuyi kept frowning.

"Is the empress trying to win the emperor's heart?" Xia He was also puzzled with a blank face, she only knew that what the master just did was a painting showing true feelings, and the emperor was also delighted and moved.

(End of this chapter)