Hugging Thighs 101 Styles

Chapter 223 The Eighth Form of the Regency Funder (7)

Before turning his head, he heard a familiar and deep voice.

Li Qingbao paused when he was writing, and a ball of ink dripped onto the intact painting.

It just hit the key point, making the original hot picture instantly become like a veil, with a hazy beauty.

Li Qingbao turned his head quickly, stood up, and sat down on the painting.

"Uncle Emperor..."

It's over guys.

It's over guys!

help.

"Uncle, listen to me, I can explain."

Zijue thought about what he drew just now, which was himself and the little emperor.

The painting is very vivid, it is simply a first-class painter, but the content of the painting!

The little emperor sat on the dragon chair with a cold face, what about himself?
light! ! !

And obviously trying to please the little emperor!

When Zijue saw this painting, he felt a burst of blood rushing to his forehead, and he was about to have a heart attack.

What kind of dog things taught the little emperor to be bad.

"This king doesn't even know that His Majesty's painter is so good."

Let's just take the details in the painting, it's so lifelike, it's so lifelike.

It makes people blush at just one glance.

Hearing Zijue's gnashing of teeth, Li Qingbao's hope was completely over.

Saw.

It’s over.

Saw.

Li Qingbao slapped the back of his hand twice.

Let your hands be cheap, let your hands be cheap.

What kind of painting did you draw!

Li Qingbao looked more and more frightened at the low-pressure financial supporter.

"Investor……"

"No! Uncle Huang, listen to me, I can really explain it."

"I can……"

Zijue laughed angrily at the little guy.

"You explain!"

Zi Jue slapped Li Qingbao aside, then picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, a large number made him even more angry.

It doesn't matter if the painting is messy, it's still in the imperial garden.

I didn't expect this guy to be so good.

field?

Zi Jue watched his own face overlap with that of the little emperor on the drawing paper.

Swallowing in his throat, Zijue's face rose with a puff of heat.

Zi Jue closed the painting abruptly.

Li Qingbao was so frightened that his words were stopped halfway.

"Uncle Emperor..."

Zi Jue folded the painting and put it in his sleeve: "Confiscated."

Li Qingbao looked at the painting eagerly. He finally drew it, and it was so good that it was confiscated.

"Uncle Emperor..."

"Your ears are red."

Zijue's earlobe was red with blood at first, but now it's all over, his whole face turned red in an instant.

"Uncle Huang, your face is also red."

"Uncle Huang, you have a nosebleed..."

Zijue flung his sleeves away angrily.

Li Qingbao smiled and lay down on the beauty bed.

My uncle is so innocent.

My uncle is really a good baby.

So funny.

Li Qingbao laughed for a while, until he had no strength left. Yuanyuan and the others stayed below for a while, not knowing what the two masters were trying to figure out.

Li Qingbao waved his hand and told Yuanyuan and others to go down.

My uncle's face-seeking character, it's better to clear the scene now, otherwise, when I come back later, I'm afraid I won't have any good fruit to eat.

Zijue came back very quickly.

Because Li Qingbao didn't wear shoes, he just stood on the dragon chair with bare feet, bowing solemnly: "Uncle Emperor, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Zi Jue's words were suppressed in his throat.

The little emperor's white and tender feet were on the golden dragon chair, and his toes moved playfully.

Against the backdrop of golden yellow, it looks more pink and lovely.

The painting just now came to his mind again, and Zijue only felt his nose itchy again.

(End of this chapter)