The hilarious princess is cute

Chapter 241 Another Spring 3
But three months ago, this woman named Li Xiaomao suddenly appeared in this small town, and in the embroidery competition that just happened to be held in the town, she picked up a picture of Pengcheng Wanli and won the first place in one fell swoop. How can those painters who are always noble live?
Li Xiaomao's head hurt even more when he heard Mr. Wang's words, okay!If I had known that the random sketches I drew back then would cause today's consequences, I would kill her and stop drawing. Now it's all right, I draw day and night every day, although the price is good, but she can calm down The person who does this job, isn't it?Then there are hundreds of taels of deposits piled up in the attic?

"All right, all right! You give me three days, and I'll help you finish the painting in three days. Let's do it!" Now, living under the hedge, she had no choice but to make up for it.

But obviously, this delivery date scared Mr. Wang, he stood up and shouted: "Three days! In three days, the new emperor's dragon robe will be ready, you will draw a pattern with me, Do you want my head to fall to the ground?"

"Then you won't tell him to wait until he ascends the throne? You've been waiting for five years, and you're still in a hurry?" Li Xiaomao became impatient and couldn't choose what to say.

Mr. Wang was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes flashed, and then he stared at the woman in front of him with two vigilant eyes: "What did you say?"

At this moment, Li Xiaomao wanted to slap himself twice, so he could only smile coyly when he heard this: "I mean... I'll go back to draw right away... I'll go back to draw right away..."

After speaking, he pushed away those people around him, and disappeared in front of everyone like the wind in a blink of an eye; only Mrs. Wang, who was in a daze in the gambling house, looked at the slender figure for a long time before he lowered his head. Turning his head to a yamen servant beside him, he whispered a few words.

That night, Li Xiaomao drank a whole bottle of Yubing Shao as usual, then fell down on the bamboo bed with his head up.

But that night, it was not as usual, the proprietress from the attic came up to close the door for her, so at about two o'clock, a figure swaggered across her attic, and then calmly went up her stairs, Step by step, he came to the bamboo bed with no image.

A shrew is indeed a shrew. After such a long time, why is there still no image of a woman at all?

"Who?" In his sleep, Li Xiaomao felt a strange movement in front of the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and punched the person standing in front of him.

"Fortunately, your reaction still hasn't changed!"

It was still the cold voice without any emotion. Li Xiaomao was stunned, and took a closer look. When he saw the person standing in front of him, his body softened and he fell on the bed weakly: " What are you doing here?"

"I heard that there is a remnant of that demon monk in Wucheng, so I came here to take a look, but I never thought it was you." Seeing that the woman in front of him was not even interested in talking to him, the man's eyes were as pale as glass. A hint of sadness suddenly flashed in his heart.

Monk?Li Xiaomao was stunned for a moment, thinking of the big country witch who was plotting to usurp the throne, so he smiled coldly: "It seems that all of you who are emperors are suspicious and sick. Before you take that position, you can take everything lightly and wait for yourself Once you’re on it, you won’t be able to tolerate other people’s unreasonable thoughts, aren’t you tired like this?”

"It's really tiring, so I don't want to be the emperor anymore."

"What? Zhan Murong! Are you crazy?" Hearing this, Li Xiaomao finally sat up again, and stared at the man with picturesque eyebrows sitting under the window in astonishment.

(End of this chapter)