This palace is from modern day 2

Chapter 326 Such a painting
"The emperor is always drunk these days and eats very little. The imperial doctor said that if this continues, the stomach will not be able to bear it."

"Why didn't you come to report?" Nangong Chen, you, you also like to torture yourself, don't you?

"The emperor won't let me talk." Xiao Anzi replied weakly, and then looked at me pleadingly, "Madam, the emperor has been in a bad mood these days, and the state affairs are busy, so you can go in and persuade him to eat something."

In the end, I was persuaded by Xiao Anzi who was able to persuade the person who didn't eat.

In fact, our conversation just now was loud enough, he must have heard it, but when I entered the imperial study, he still pretended to be working.No, he was seriously drawing something.

Hearing the sound, he just paused his hands, and then continued to write.

I stepped forward suspiciously, what made him pretend to be thirteen so well, but it’s okay not to step forward, when I stepped forward and saw the stuff in his pen, I was shocked.
What kind of painting skills can make people draw beautifully without looking at the real thing, and what kind of thought should they have so that they can be so similar even if they close their eyes.Looking at the characters in his works, I suddenly didn't know how to react.

He took a step back and pretended not to see it.
But that glance is something I can never forget, he is drawing me, he is actually drawing me.

Last night, you recruited beautiful women to sleep in your bed, hugging you from left to right, but today you put so much effort into painting me, Nangong Chen, what are you thinking?
He raised his head, looked at me intently, then lowered his head and continued to polish his masterpiece.

I really wanted to say something, but I was caught, so I could only look at him silently.Then he backed back, and fled away a little bit, but when he walked out of the threshold, he heard the sound of his pen falling on the table.

I couldn't help looking back at him, the pen dropped on the table, staining the painting, he stroked his stomach with his hand, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Nangongchen." I couldn't help but ran forward and supported him, "Are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)