Runaway and Abandoned Concubine: Wang Ye and Daddy are bastards

Chapter 170 The Talent of Painting

A look of disappointment flashed in Murong Zhenhua's eyes.

She thought that Xiao Yu could already act like a normal person...

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect Xiao Yu to have a talent for drawing."

Murong Zhenhua returned the painting in her hand to An Ling Chouyue, although she tried her best to conceal it, An Ling Chouyue caught the disdain in her eyes.

But she didn't care, Murong Zhenhua didn't play an important role in her heart, she was just Xiaoyu's mother, that's all, so Murong Zhenhua's contemptuous eyes couldn't hurt herself.

"Yueyue, how are you doing, is Xiaoyu drawing well?"

Unwilling to be left out, Xiaoyu pulled An Lingchouyue's cuff, like a child begging for a reward, her eyes were brightly waiting for her praise.

"Xiaoyu is great, she draws so well, Yueyue thought that someone who looked exactly like Yueyue was looking at me right in front of her eyes."

An Ling Chouyue under the tip of Xiaoyu's pen has a pair of sharp eyes and an unrivaled aura, which is what shocked An Ling Chouyue.

The person Xiao Yu drew was not Anling Shuyue in the past, but the Luo of the 21st century who was drawn through Anling Shuyue. How could this make her feel unmoved?

Since the time travel, she has been able to completely let go of her past self and live in this world with a brand new An Ling Chouyue instead of the previous weak An Ling Chouyue, but the Luo drawn by Xiaoyu reminded her of the real self in her heart.

"Yueyue, the palace lady said that you are my wife, we are husband and wife, we should live together if we are husband and wife, you can move to Zhenhua Palace and sleep with me, okay?"

Just when she lost her mind, Xiao Yu suddenly asked.

These words not only made An Lingchouyue startled, but also made Murong Zhenhua's face change drastically.

"No." Murong Zhenhua sternly objected, "Yu'er, she is only your woman, not your princess, she is not qualified to live in this Zhenhua Palace."

Frightened by Murong Zhenhua's sudden tone, Tuoba Yu frowned tightly, "Then I want Yueyue to be my princess, and Yueyue is my princess!"

Now, Murong Zhenhua regretted what she blurted out impulsively, she suppressed Tuoba Yuyin's non-stop waving hands.

"Yu'er, your concubine has to be decided by your father, not just letting An Ling worry about her." Murong Zhenhua showed a gentle smile.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care, I want Yueyue to be the princess, I don't care..." Tuoba Yu's face collapsed, and his tall body began to sway from side to side, which was the behavior of a child.

Murong Zhenhua couldn't resist him, she cast her sharp eyes and looked at An Lingchouyue.

An Ling Chouyue naturally understood what Murong Zhenhua meant, she spoke to Tuoba Yu.

"Xiaoyu, is this painting for Yueyue?"

The current Tuoba Yu is still a simple-minded person after all, and his thinking is a single thread. Hearing An Lingchouyue's question, he replied reflexively, "No, this is Xiaoyu's. I want to hang it on the On the wall, looking at her every day is like seeing Yueyue."

While speaking, he showed a happy smile.

He smiled happily, but Murong Zhenhua's complexion became more and more ugly.

An Ling Shuyue's influence on Yu'er is beyond her imagination, she can't just sit back and watch this situation continue, she must find a way to make Yu'er not like, even hate An Ling Shuyue.

According to this situation, she was very worried that even if Yu'er returned to normal, she would be dragged away by the nose by An Lingchouyue.

(End of this chapter)